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Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat.

"Hong Bin!" (Little Fire God of the Fire Virtue Sect)

"Hulin!"

"Wang Ergou!"

Upon hearing the last name, Zhang Chulan's forehead creased with annoyance. Was this name chosen so casually?

"The second group..."

The draw continued, and whispers arose from the audience.

"Group 8, Yang Yi!"

The moment the name was mentioned, many eyes turned to it, scrutinizing it.

"Xiao Xiao!"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd; Xiao Xiao's reputation as "the one who blows his breath" was quite well-known among the younger generation.

"Huang Ming!"

This is another name that suggests considerable skill. This person is a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen School, and his ability to astral projection is quite superb.

"Sun Hao".

The name was relatively unfamiliar, and people guessed that it was probably an unknown nobody.

With the group results finalized, the atmosphere off the field was delicate.

Xu San lightly nudged Xu Si, who rolled his eyes. Zhuge Qing's squinted eyes narrowed even more, and he lightly tapped his knee with his finger. Wang Ye yawned, but his gaze drifted towards the eighth group's field.

After the draw, the contestants from each group went to their designated area.

Yang Yi followed the Taoist priest and entered the bluestone area marked with the character "捌". The area was about the size of a basketball court, with smooth bluestone slabs on the ground and a half-person-high stone railing along the edge.

Xiao Xiao was the second to step into the arena. He was dressed in a blue coat, with a tall and straight figure, his chin slightly raised, and his sharp eyes sweeping over Yang Yi.

"You're Yang Yi? The one who supposedly killed four Zhang Kuangs single-handedly?"

His voice sounded full of doubt, but he was actually subtly testing Yang Yi's cultivation level.

Huang Ming also walked in, wearing a light blue-white Taoist robe, holding a whisk, with a calm demeanor, standing in another corner of the venue.

Finally, there was Sun Hao, who had an ordinary appearance and a tense expression. His aura was not as refined as Xiao Xiao's and Huang Ming's.

"Rumors are just rumors after all," Xiao Xiao said, his voice loud, as if he were speaking to someone else.

"Perhaps it's just a smokescreen orchestrated by the company behind the scenes." Xiao Xiao's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"After all, even the older generation couldn't get away with something against the Four Madmen, so how could we, the younger generation, deal with them so easily?"

Yang Yi kept his hands in his pockets, ignoring their conversation and not even glancing at them.

Xiao Xiao and Huang Ming exchanged glances and instantly reached a consensus—to deal with Sun Hao first, and then the two of them would test Yang Yi.

Almost at the same moment their eyes met, the two of them moved!

Xiao Xiao's figure transformed into a black shadow, rushing straight at Sun Hao. Huang Ming channeled his Qi, transforming it into an invisible wall of energy, sealing off all of Sun Hao's escape routes.

Sun Hao's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly mustered all his Qi to defend himself. However, his strength was already inferior to the two of them, and now, caught off guard by their combined attack, he was almost powerless to fight back.

Two muffled thuds rang out in succession.

Xiao Xiao's fist landed squarely on Sun Haoran's chest. Huang Ming's energy followed closely, like a heavy hammer blow.

Sun Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flew backward, crashed heavily against the railing, rolled to the ground, and immediately lost consciousness.

The whole process was so fast it was dazzling.

Having eliminated the "minor opponents," Xiao Xiao and Huang Ming focused all their attention on their other opponent—Yang Yi.

However, to their dismay, Yang Yi remained standing there. His posture was unchanged, his expression unchanged, and even his eyes showed no fluctuation, as if he treated them as if they were invisible.

This blatant disregard completely ignited Xiao Xiao's proud and easily angered heart.

"Hey!" Xiao Xiao took a step forward, causing the ground to tremble slightly, and glared at Yang Yi, shouting, "Who do you think you are, you bastard!"

Yang Yi's eyelids did not move.

Xiao Xiao's facial muscles twitched, his chest heaved violently, and his jaw clenched.

The next moment, he inhaled sharply! His chest expanded, as if the surrounding air was converging towards his mouth and nose. Then, he tilted his head back slightly, exhaling a unique, invisible, and intangible stream of air from his mouth and nose, carrying a terrifying, soul-piercing force!

Blow out!

Wherever this force passed, the air rippled and twisted, its target aimed directly at Yang Yi's chest!

Seeing Xiao Xiao use his ultimate move, Huang Ming's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He silently took half a step back, lightly flicked his whisk, and quietly circulated the power of his Yang God within his body, ready to unleash his power.

However, something completely unexpected happened.

Despite the terrifying "breathing" that would terrify even an ordinary superhuman, Yang Yi remained standing there.

He didn't dodge, didn't avoid, and didn't even raise his hand to block.

He just stood there calmly.

Let that invisible force that distorts the air and impacts the soul strike you solidly!

Xiao Xiao's pupils shrank sharply, his face first showing astonishment, then replaced by pleasure.

Let you be arrogant! Let you show off! May your soul be shattered!

Om-!

A strange, resounding boom echoed.

That breath, powerful enough to tear the soul apart, struck Yang Yi as if he had hit an invisible, absolutely solid barrier.

The powerful impact failed to shake Yang Yi in the slightest, only stirring up a cloud of dust in front of him.

Dust rose up, like a curtain, instantly obscuring Yang Yi's figure.

Xiao Xiao grinned maliciously, staring intently at the dust cloud. Huang Ming held his breath, focusing all his attention on sensing the movements within the dust cloud.

On the high platform, the old Celestial Master slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze sweeping over the competition arena.

Countless eyes were focused on this spot atop Longhu Mountain, and time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Everyone wanted to know what was going on off the field.

Only Zhang Chulan and others, who were familiar with Yang Yi's strength, were not worried at all. They did not believe that Xiao Xiao alone could hurt Yang Yi.

Chapter 188 Xingyi Yingling Fist

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated, but the place was deserted.

The commotion below the stage fell silent instantly, followed by an even louder uproar.

"What about people?"

Where did Yang Yi go?

"It can't possibly be dispersed by Xiao Xiao's exhalation, can it?"

The power of that attack was evident to all; even from a distance, one could feel the soul-shaking force.

Xiao Xiao and Huang Ming stood still, their expressions solemn as they surveyed the empty space. Qi flowed through their bodies, and their vigilance was at its peak.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded from behind them.

"Are you looking for me?"

Xiao Xiao and Huang Ming froze simultaneously, then they turned around abruptly.

Suddenly, Yang Yi appeared not far behind them, still with his hands in his pockets, looking at them with a playful smile.

Xiao Xiao's expression froze instantly, a mixture of fear and anger.

Almost instinctively, he once again channeled his Qi, and the invisible power that had gathered between his mouth and nose took shape again, shooting towards Yang Yi, who was right in front of him, without hesitation!

This time, the distance was closer and the power was greater; he didn't believe Yang Yi could dodge it this time.

Yang Yi did not actually try to dodge; he simply stretched out his right hand and made a grasping motion in the air.

hum-

The air vibrated, and a huge tennis racket, gleaming with golden light, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The racket had an exaggerated design, and its surface shimmered with a rune-like luster, making it stand out starkly from the surrounding ancient Taoist environment.

Faced with Xiao Xiao's blast of breath, Yang Yi lightly swung his arm, the motion resembling a high-flying ball.

The massive golden racket met the blast precisely.

"Xingyi Tennis Racket!"

Yang Yi pronounced the name of the move, his voice clearly carrying throughout the entire arena.

boom!

A crisp sound, like the muffled thud of a ball being struck.

Xiao Xiao's attempt to vent his anger was met with a solid blow from the golden racket!

Moreover, the rebound was faster and more powerful than when it came!

The audience was completely dumbfounded.

How did this racket appear out of thin air? And how can you blow air out of it when hitting a ball with the racket?

What is this operation?

On the high platform, the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, who had been resting with his eyes closed, twitched his eyelids almost imperceptibly, and the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly as well.

This is called Xingyiquan, but how come it looks so much like the way he used the Golden Light Mantra in his early years?

In the arena, Xiao Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to dodge, but the rebounding attack was too fast, faster than his reaction time could keep up.

He didn't have time to make any dodging movements.

He could only watch helplessly as the attack he launched hurtled toward him at an even faster speed.