Chapter 4

"Three punches to beat me? Hahaha... Fei Wuxie, I thought you were really brave enough to challenge Murong Tian, but it turns out you're just crazy! What, can't take it anymore after being a waste for ten years? Haha, a waste is a waste, it's fine to have some daydreams occasionally, but remember to keep your tail between your legs, or one day when I'm not in a good mood, I'll crush you with a single finger! Hahaha..."

The scar on his left cheek twitched violently as Murong Tian laughed maniacally. To him, Ye Wuxie's words were as laughable as an ant trying to swallow an elephant.

Laughter echoed around, and the five or six Murong clan members who had come with Murong Binglan couldn't help but burst into laughter. Their expressions were the same, sweeping over the tall and solitary figure of Ye Wuxie, their eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

Murong Binglan's red lips moved slightly, and a mocking smile appeared on her delicate face. She had always been ashamed of her past engagement to Ye Wuxie and had harbored resentment over it for years.

She was the daughter of Murong Changqing, the princess of the Murong family. Privately, she had sought out Murong Changqing countless times to have the engagement with Ye Wuxie annulled, but she had never succeeded. With each failure, her hatred for Ye Wuxie grew.

In her heart, she believed that the reason for her failures was that Ye Wuxie stubbornly refused to break the engagement, still fantasizing about marrying her when he turned eighteen.

The engagement was a matter that others could not interfere with. Despite her deep hatred for Ye Wuxie, Murong Binglan was powerless until Murong Tian appeared.

Murong Binglan had a good impression of her cousin Murong Tian. His talent was well-known throughout the Murong family, and he was also handsome. With Murong Tian's occasional deliberate flattery, Murong Binglan's heart was already set on him, and Murong Tian naturally promised to help her break the engagement with Ye Wuxie.

This led to the scene at the training ground. However, things did not go as planned. Although everything seemed to be developing as hoped, the humiliation, anger, and madness that Murong Binglan expected to see on Ye Wuxie's face did not appear. Instead, he looked relaxed and even happy, even requesting Murong Changqing to annul the engagement.

In front of everyone, Ye Wuxie's words made Murong Binglan almost faint with anger. Her hatred for Ye Wuxie reached its peak, and she was shocked that this boy, who had been a waste for ten years, dared to challenge her brother.

Although everyone thought this was just a meaningless resistance from Ye Wuxie after being cornered, Murong Binglan didn't see it that way. She believed this was Ye Wuxie's way of insulting her, finding her disgusting.

"Ye Wuxie, you, a waste, dare to humiliate me in front of everyone and even challenge my brother. Today, I will make you regret it!"

Her eyes were filled with coldness, and her thoughts churned. Murong Binglan's mocking smile slowly turned into a sneer. She wanted to watch Ye Wuxie be trampled like a dead dog.

"Are you done laughing? Either fight or get out of the way. It's early in the morning, and a good dog doesn't block the path. What bad luck."

As everyone laughed, Ye Wuxie slowly spoke, lowering his right fist and standing calmly with his hands behind his back. The arrogance and sharpness from before seemed to have disappeared, but his bright eyes remained clear. A gentle breeze blew, and his black martial robe fluttered slightly. The young man stood alone, exuding a calm and composed demeanor.

In Murong Hai's eyes, Ye Wuxie now radiated an aura that was hard to fathom, different from the arrogant and domineering presence he had shown the day before at the training ground. Now, Ye Wuxie gave him a sense of depth and mystery.

Startled by his own thoughts, Murong Hai reined in his laughter, his expression turning cold. His muscular body tensed, and his fists clenched, his eyes flashing with malice.

"Yesterday at the training ground, I held back to avoid accidentally killing you, so I defeated you in three moves. Since you say you can beat me with three punches, I won't hold back today."

"Boom" "Buzz"

"Take this! Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist!"

Qi and blood roared, and yuan power vibrated. Murong Hai's body shot forward, taking three quick steps. His right fist clenched, and with a loud shout, a faint tiger roar echoed, and a massive tiger image appeared behind him. His qi and blood penetrated his skin, flesh, and tendons, and Murong Hai, who had reached the eighth level of the Body Forging stage, struck without mercy!

"Roar"

The stone tiles under his feet shattered, and he charged at Ye Wuxie like a tiger descending a mountain. The force of his punch was so powerful that it made the air crackle!

"Is this a mid-grade martial technique, Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist? Murong Hai is really giving Ye Wuxie too much credit."

"Using Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist against a fifth-level Body Forging waste is a waste!"

"Who would have thought! But it's Ye Wuxie's own fault for being so arrogant. I think he'll be bedridden for three months after this punch."

The five or six Murong clan members were surprised to see Murong Hai use a mid-grade martial technique, wondering why he was taking this seriously just to teach a small waste a lesson.

Murong Binglan, with a cold smile, noticed that Murong Hai seemed to have more than just a simple lesson in mind.

"Fall down!"

With Murong Hai's shout, the malice in his eyes was unhidden. His fist was already within a meter of Ye Wuxie!

Ye Wuxie remained standing calmly, his eyes still peaceful. As Murong Hai attacked, Ye Wuxie's right hand slowly clenched into a fist and raised from behind him. Just as Murong Hai's punch was about to hit, Ye Wuxie calmly threw a punch.

In Murong Binglan's eyes, filled with satisfaction, the two fists of Murong Hai and Ye Wuxie collided!

The sound of the collision echoed!

"Bang"

In the next moment, a look of disbelief flashed across Murong Binglan's beautiful face!

"How... how is this possible?"

The same words echoed in Murong Hai's mind, but his expression was even worse. He felt a strange yet terrifying power from the calm punch of the young man in front of him!

"Zzz"

His feet skidded against the stone tiles as Murong Hai retreated at the same speed he had attacked Ye Wuxie. He tried to control his body, but the strange force made it impossible!

"Step, step, step"

After six steps, Murong Hai finally stopped, coincidentally at the same spot he had started.

After the punch, Murong Hai retreated six steps!

In contrast, Ye Wuxie didn't even waver.

"Hiss"

The sound of sharp intakes of breath filled the air. The five or six Murong clan members were all shocked, almost unable to believe their eyes.

"This, this, this! What did I just see? Ye Wuxie forced Murong Hai back with one punch?"

"Is this an illusion? The strength of Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist is to gather all one's power into the fists, delivering a force twice one's own. But Ye Wuxie didn't even waver? How... how is this possible?"

"Could Murong Hai have held back?"

Murong Binglan, who had been standing with her arms crossed, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief, looked at Murong Hai, wondering what had happened.

Trembling.

Murong Binglan immediately noticed that Murong Hai's right arm was trembling. Clearly, the punch was not a staged act or a show of mercy, but a real force that had pushed back the young man who seemed like a waste.

Her expression changed, and Murong Hai's eyes widened, staring at the young man in front of him. The scar on his left cheek was almost bleeding, and he felt the pain and numbness in his right arm. At that moment, Murong Hai was struck like lightning.

"The power of the Sacred Path Battle Qi is indeed impressive."

Murmuring to himself, Ye Wuxie looked at his right fist. His calm eyes suddenly became sharp and intense.

"Ye Wuxie! You're not at the fifth level of Body Forging! You're at the sixth level!"

Murong Hai's voice was full of shock. Through that punch, he realized that Ye Wuxie's cultivation was not the fifth level of Body Forging, but the sixth level.

But just yesterday, Ye Wuxie was still at the fifth level.

No, for the past ten years, Ye Wuxie had always been at the fifth level.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that Ye Wuxie, at the sixth level, had forced back Murong Hai, who had already reached the eighth level. This was what Murong Hai found unbelievable.

Crossing two levels to challenge a higher rank?

How is this possible?

"I don't believe it! It was just a coincidence! I don't believe it! How could I, Murong Hai, be forced back by a waste? Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist! Tiger Shatters the World!"

"Roar"

A massive tiger roar echoed behind Murong Hai. His eyes turned bloodshot, and he stomped his right foot, launching himself into the air. The tiger image behind him opened its mouth and swallowed him.

A fierce aura emanated from Murong Hai. After being forced back by Ye Wuxie's punch, Murong Hai finally held nothing back, gathering all his cultivation to deliver the killing blow of Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist!

"Roar"

A wave of bloodthirsty energy washed over everyone. Murong Hai transformed into a fierce, striped tiger, his fists like tiger claws, descending from the sky to tear at Ye Wuxie!

The eighth-level Body Forging cultivation made Murong Binglan and the five or six Murong clan members change their expressions, clearly showing Murong Hai's formidable strength.

"Earthly Fiend Tiger Fist? Unfortunately, I know it too. This is the second punch! Tiger Shatters the World!"

A loud shout like a thunderclap. As Murong Hai attacked, Ye Wuxie, who had been standing still, suddenly became intense. Sacred Path Battle Qi surged within him, and his golden-red qi and blood pulsed in his dantian. A mysterious power erupted, like a thunderstorm, causing a dramatic change.

"Buzz" "Rumble"

Bending his legs slightly, gathering his battle qi, and his golden-red qi and blood surging, Ye Wuxie also stomped his feet, and a tiger image appeared behind him, swallowing him. Unlike Murong Hai's striped tiger, Ye Wuxie transformed into a golden tiger!

The golden tiger roared, and Ye Wuxie looked at the striped tiger descending from the sky, his paws seemingly stepping on the air, rising to meet it!

Two tiger roars echoed, and yuan power surged in all directions. In an instant, the two tigers collided!

"Bang"

"Roar" "Rumble"

A pale golden yuan power filled the surrounding five meters, making it impossible for others to see. Only the continuous tiger roars could be heard, indicating a fierce battle!

"Roar"

Suddenly, a tiger roar filled with pain and unwillingness echoed. In Murong Binglan's eyes, a massive tiger image was shot back and shattered with a "crack" before it hit the ground. A figure fell to the ground in a very pitiful state!

Her eyes wide open, her red lips turned white from biting, the pitiful figure in her sight was Murong Hai!

"Bang"

His feet hit the ground, and the pain and dizziness in his body almost made Murong Hai unable to stand. He was now pale, his left hand on his chest, the scar on his face twitching. His eyes, no longer bloodshot, were filled with deep fear and a hint of terror.

"Buzz"

The force of the punch tore through the yuan power, and Ye Wuxie's figure reappeared. His eyes were like lightning, scanning Murong Hai. He was descending, his face handsome, his body strong, his aura like a rainbow. At that moment, Ye Wuxie looked like a war god!

"Murong Hai, there's still the third punch. Let's see if I can beat you!"

"Buzz"

As soon as Ye Wuxie's right foot touched the ground, he stepped forward, his right fist raised. He moved like the wind, rushing towards Murong Hai!

The force of the punch made the air crackle!

Feeling the overwhelming and fierce power of the punch, the fear in Murong Hai's eyes deepened, and he even had the thought of fleeing. But his eyes caught Murong Binglan, who was extremely shocked, her body trembling, her eyes fixed on Ye Wuxie as if she had seen a ghost.

"Ye Wuxie!"

Spitting out these three words, Murong Hai's eyes flashed with malice. Suppressing the urge to flee, he gathered all his yuan power, his qi and blood vibrating, and his right hand clenched into a fist, striking towards Ye Wuxie!

"Bang"

Another sound of two fists colliding. Ye Wuxie's eyes were sharp, and Murong Hai's body first trembled, then his face turned red.

"Spit"

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Murong Hai's body was forced back. This time, he couldn't control his body and fell straight onto the stone tiles, the momentum making him roll back until he reached Murong Binglan.

"Spit"

Unable to hold back, another mouthful of blood spewed out, this time onto Murong Binglan's red dress. Murong Hai lay in front of Murong Binglan like a dead dog, his face extremely pale, unable to even get up.

Murong Binglan's face was ashen, the murderous intent in her eyes gone, replaced by disbelief and fear. She looked at Ye Wuxie, who had returned to his calm and composed state, and her heart was like a storm, unable to calm down.

The five or six Murong clan members behind Murong Binglan were almost trembling, their throats dry, unable to speak, their faces filled with terror.

Ye Wuxie stood calmly, his bright eyes calm like water, looking at the struggling Murong Hai and said calmly, "I said I would beat you with three punches."

Then he walked towards Murong Binglan.

"Ye Wuxie! You, what do you want? I warn you, don't do anything rash! Otherwise..."

Noticing Ye Wuxie approaching, Murong Binglan's cold and pale face showed a hint of panic. Murong Hai, at the eighth level of Body Forging, couldn't withstand three punches from Ye Wuxie, and she, at the seventh level, was no match for him.

Her chest heaved, and she tried to calm herself as Ye Wuxie approached, but the sight of Murong Hai struggling like a dead dog made her heart chill.

However, Ye Wuxie simply walked past Murong Binglan, not even glancing at her, the princess of the Murong family.

Ignoring her.

This action made the humiliation and resentment in Murong Binglan's heart boil over, growing stronger and stronger!

Her emotions reached a peak, suppressing her fear, and she suddenly turned to shout at Ye Wuxie's back, "Ye Wuxie! You waste! You wait, wait for my brother to crush you in a month!"

Murong Binglan's words naturally reached Ye Wuxie's ears, but he didn't stop, only a hint of sharpness in his eyes.

"Murong Tian? Haha, I can't wait."