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In his haste, he could only gather the remaining Qi in his body and set up a defensive barrier in front of him.

boom! ! !

The rebounding breath slammed hard into Xiao Xiao.

The moment they made contact, that force exploded violently!

The air blast rolled and the shockwave spread in all directions.

Xiao Xiao was directly blown away by the force of the explosion, screaming as he flew over the boundary of the arena and crashed heavily onto the stone slab outside, kicking up a cloud of dust. He immediately lost consciousness.

"Form and Intent: Hand Grenade!"

Yang Yi slowly announced the name of the move again.

There was dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this unbelievable fighting style and outcome.

one move.

With just one move, Xiao Xiao, a young man renowned for his soul attacks, was defeated by him in an extremely humiliating manner.

Just what kind of monster is Yang Yi?

Was he really using Xingyi Quan?

Only Yang Yi and Huang Ming remained on the field.

Yang Yi put away his golden racket, turned his gaze to Huang Ming, and maintained his calm and composed expression.

Huang Ming's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and his expression was extremely serious.

He looked at Yang Yi and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Mr. Yang, please forgive my intrusion."

"Is this... really Xingyi Quan?"

"How come it's so different from the Xingyi Quan I know?"

His voice trembled slightly, reflecting both awe of Yang Yi's strength and a profound disbelief in his own understanding of martial arts.

Upon hearing this, Yang Yi let out a soft chuckle.

"hehe."

"Kung Fu, is it really such an inconvenient thing?"

"If we stick to the old ways and everyone trains to look exactly the same, what innovation is there to speak of?"

"All paths lead to the same destination."

His words were plain, yet they seemed to contain some profound truth, leaving Huang Ming speechless for a moment.

Huang Ming took a deep breath and bowed to Yang Yi.

"Mr. Yang is highly accomplished and has unique insights. I admire him greatly."

"My humble martial arts skills are nothing but a clumsy attempt to teach Master Yang, and I would only humiliate myself."

He paused, his eyes hardening.

"It seems that I have no choice but to use my most secret skills."

"Otherwise, if I am eliminated like this, I will definitely be scolded by my master when I go back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Ming's aura suddenly changed.

Then a slightly illusory but exceptionally solid figure slowly rose from the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head.

The figure looked exactly like Huang Ming, wearing the same blue-white Taoist robe, but his body emitted a faint, clear light, which was his Yang spirit.

The Yang God floated into the air, his eyes opening and closing with a bright divine light, looking down at Yang Yi.

"Mr. Yang, please pay attention."

"My martial art does not harm the physical body; it targets the soul."

The voice of the Yang God seemed to resound directly in Yang Yi's heart, carrying a non-material penetrating power.

Seeing this, Feng Baobao tilted her head and asked Xu San next to her curiously.

"San'er, how come that person's soul got out?"

Xu San pushed up his glasses and explained with a serious expression.

“Baby, that’s the superior internal alchemy technique of the Quanzhen School—the Yang Shen leaving the body.”

"When you cultivate to a high level, you can temporarily separate your soul from your body and let it act on its own, and even have powerful attack capabilities."

"The cultivators of the Quanzhen School not only have their physical bodies tempered by elixirs and cultivation techniques to near perfection, but their souls are also forged through countless trials, possessing unimaginable resilience and strength."

"Huang Ming's Yang Shen attack is no ordinary matter; it is extremely dangerous!"

Just as everyone was marveling at Huang Ming's skill of astral projection, Yang Yi in the arena made a new move.

He looked at Huang Mingyang, who was suspended in mid-air, with a hint of interest on his face.

"Oh? A soul attack?"

"Interesting! Then let's see my Xingyi Yingling Fist!"

As soon as he finished speaking, strange phenomena began to appear behind him.

Golden specks of light began to converge, ripples spread through the air, and a golden light curtain appeared behind him.

Then, a stubborn, sticking-up golden ahoge (cowlick) appeared from it.

Then, a lovely face with soft lines yet a resolute expression appeared.

Next, there's the full-body, blue and white power armor that's full of technology!

Finally, a chainsaw sword, gleaming with golden light and its serrated edges spinning at high speed, appeared in the figure's hand!

A heroic spirit figure, perfectly blending classic knightly style, adorable ahoge (cowlick) attributes, and cold, cruel futuristic technological armor, suddenly appeared before everyone.

It was none other than the Ultramarines Commander—the Saber King, Artoria Pendragon!

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The golden chainsaw sword in her hand began to spin rapidly, emitting a buzzing sound.

The arena fell silent as everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the blonde girl who was less than 1.6 meters tall but exuded an imposing aura.

She looked up, her azure eyes reflecting Yang Yi's figure.

"Are you my Master?"

In the audience, a young superhuman suddenly stood up, dropping his drink cup to the ground.

"Holy crap! It's Saber! It really is Saber!"

Exclamations came and went.

"Holy crap! Isn't that a character from an anime? What kind of new illusion is this?"

"This is definitely a physical entity! Did you feel that oppressive aura? This is definitely not an illusion!"

"Is this really Xingyi Quan? Wow, that's so cool!"

"Is it too late for me to specialize in Xingyi Quan now?"

"Brother, go back and tell your father that I'm staying to learn Xingyi Quan after the Luotian Grand Ceremony and I'm not going back!"

In mid-air, Huang Ming's spirit hovered motionless, as if frozen in place. As a spirit, he understood better than anyone the suppressive power that the Saber King exerted on the soul.

It was an instinctive, irresistible fear.

The clown slightly raised the chainsaw sword, its tip pointing directly at Huang Ming's spirit, waiting for Yang Yi's command.

Cold sweat beaded on Huang Ming's forehead, but he still did not give up. He struggled to gather his Qi and tried to launch an attack.

"Mr. Yang..."

Before he could finish speaking, a spatial fluctuation appeared beside him.

A fat man named Yang Shen, wearing sunglasses and sporting a big beard, appeared out of thin air, looking like he was on a spring outing.

The comical appearance contrasts sharply with the serious atmosphere of the occasion.

"Senior brother?!" Huang Ming's Yang spirit exclaimed in surprise.

The visitor was none other than Liu Xingyang, Huang Ming's senior brother and a renowned master of the Quanzhen Sect.

However, before Huang Ming could react, Liu Xingyang's Yang Shen raised his hand and delivered a chop to Huang Ming's forehead.

Snapped!

"idiot!"

While scolding him, Liu Xingyang pulled on Huang Ming's soul-form ear.

"Fool! You dare to show off your meager Yang Spirit skills?!"

"Can't you see what kind of ability they have?"

"Do you want to die?!"

After each reprimand, Liu Xingyang would kick him in the buttocks, causing Huang Ming's spirit to flee in all directions, crying out for his parents.

"Senior brother! Be gentle! Be gentle!"

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

On Mount Longhu, a grand and solemn Luotian Grand Ceremony competition suddenly unfolded in this manner. Huang Ming fled in panic, with Liu Xingyang in hot pursuit, constantly berating him.

The old Celestial Master on the high platform twitched almost imperceptibly at the corner of his mouth.

On the other side, Yang Yi and Da Mao Wang were watching the heartwarming scene with great interest. However, something was missing from the scene. He casually raised his hand, and a golden spatial portal opened beside him.

He took out a chilled watermelon from it.

This is no ordinary watermelon—it is almost a cubic meter in size, with a bright green surface. Yang Yi casually cut the watermelon open, and the cross-section was bright red and juicy, exuding a fresh fruity aroma.