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His tone carried an extremely distorted sense of self-inflation as he directly issued orders to Yang Yi.

Hey! You, the one practicing Xingyi Quan!

"I've taken a liking to your abilities!"

"If you know what's good for you, immediately tell me your secret method without missing a single word!"

"Then quickly get off the stage and admit defeat!"

He paused, as if he felt that such charity was not enough.

"I'm in a good mood today. If you hurry up, I might even consider having you work for me."

"It's a blessing for you to become a gatekeeper and protector for the Wang family in the future!"

He seemed completely unaware of how absurd and ridiculous his words sounded to others.

Like a fool living in his own world.

Faced with these outrageous words, Yang Yi stood still, expressionless.

He looked calmly at Wang Bing before him, as if observing some strange creature.

There was no anger in his eyes, only curiosity.

He had seen plenty of mentally challenged people, but this was the first time he had ever seen such a novel case of mental retardation.

Seeing that Yang Yi remained silent and his expression did not change at all, Wang Bing's chaotic thoughts underwent some strange self-suggestion.

He actually interpreted Yang Yi's complete silence as acquiescence and fear.

"Hmph! You know what's going on!"

He nodded to himself, a sickly smug look on his face.

"It's good that you're scared now!"

"Then hurry up and admit defeat! Don't waste my precious time here!"

However, Yang Yi remained unresponsive.

He even turned slightly to the side, his gaze seemingly passing over Wang Bing and landing on Wang Ai outside the arena.

That look seemed to be saying to him, "Is your grandson sick?"

This complete disregard was more stimulating to Wang Bing, whose mind was unstable at the time, than any verbal mockery.

Wang Bing's smug expression froze instantly.

Instead, he felt a mixture of extreme humiliation, overwhelming anger, and a slight sense of pleasure that he himself could not understand.

He suddenly screamed, his voice piercing.

"You dare ignore me?!"

"How dare you—!" The string of reason snapped completely.

Wang Bing completely lost control.

He no longer followed any rules or strategies; he simply frantically pulled out everything usable from the magic item bag given to him by his grandfather, Wang Ai, like a madman.

One by one, magical artifacts were enveloped in swirling Qi and flames.

Talismans with shimmering runes.

He threw them all at Yang Yi.

At the same time, he activated the Spirit Binding and Commanding Techniques, and a dense, sinister aura surged wildly around him.

A variety of insidious and vicious attack methods were unleashed.

These attacks were chaotic, with some even colliding with each other in mid-air, causing energy to surge and cancel each other out prematurely.

Wang ignored everything and just screamed hysterically.

"Die! Die! Die!"

Faced with this chaotic attack that was like a storm, Yang Yi didn't even move his feet an inch.

A faint golden halo flashed across his body.

All attacks that come into contact with this halo, whether they are insidious magical artifacts or vicious curses, are like a stone thrown into the sea.

It vanishes silently and without a trace.

The audience was completely silent.

Everyone was stunned by the extremely bizarre scene before them.

Although the Wang family's methods were ruthless and vicious, Wang Bing's current state was more like that of a completely insane madman.

On the high platform, the Ten Elders looked at Wang Bing, who was out of control in the arena, and then at Wang Ai, who was expressionless and had a gloomy look in his eyes. Their expressions were all different.

They couldn't help but think that they should pay attention to the mental well-being of their younger generation when they got home, and make sure that no one as wise as Wang Bing emerged.

On the field, with each ineffective attack, Wang Bing's eyes slowly turned bloodshot.

He suddenly reached into his robes, where he kept his last and most powerful trump card.

That was a "Soul-Shaking Thunder Pill" specially prepared for him by his grandfather, Wang Ai, specifically for people with supernatural abilities!

A destructive, suicidal, and insane sense of euphoria flashed in his eyes.

"You forced me to do this! You forced me to do all of this!"

"Die, all of you! Die!"

He frantically threw all the Soul-Shaking Thunder Pills in his hand toward where Yang Yi was standing!

boom--! ! !

The next moment, the talisman was instantly detonated by the Qi, emitting a dazzling purplish-black light.

The power of the chain of explosions far exceeded that of any previous attack.

The entire competition field, paved with solid rock, was instantly blasted to pieces!

A terrifying shockwave, mixed with smoke and dust, and violent, chaotic energy fluctuations, rushed toward the stands!

The strange people in the front row all jumped back to avoid it.

Wang Bing himself was also violently thrown away by the force of the explosion.

He rolled on the ground in a sorry state more than a dozen times, his body covered in several bloody, deep wounds that revealed the bone.

But he ignored it and struggled to get up from the ground.

His bloodshot eyes were wide open as he stared intently at the center of the arena, where smoke and dust filled the air and energy raged.

A strange sound, somewhere between maniacal laughter and whimpering, came from his throat.

"Dead... Haha... That bastard is definitely dead!"

"Let's see who dares to defy me, who dares to disregard me, Wang Bing! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

His mind had completely collapsed at this moment, and he had fallen into some kind of delusional madness.

The explosion gradually subsided, but the thick smoke and dust that filled the air above the site, as well as the chaotic energy fluctuations, lingered for a long time.

Through the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see that the competition field had been blown to pieces.

The whole place was in dead silence; you could hear a pin drop.

On the high platform, the old master, seeing the ground broken, flicked his wrist and plucked out a few hairs from his beard.

"That little rascal! We absolutely have to get the repair costs from Wang Ai."

On the other side, Wang Ai's face was gloomy.

His withered hand gripped the armrest of the seat tightly.

Old Deng is furious.

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In the stands, thousands of eyes were fixed on the chaos, holding their breath. Wang Bing's frenzied attack was incredibly powerful; could Yang Yi survive?

On the high platform, a sinister glint flashed in Wang Ai's eyes, while Lü Ci's expression was solemn. The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei had already opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the obstacles.

The smoke and dust settled, and the energy subsided.

“Dead…haha…definitely dead!” Wang Bing, mentally broken, stood in the ruins, his bloodshot eyes glaring, frantically digging through the rubble like a wild beast.

He was lost in his delusions, convinced that he had won. He wanted to dig out Yang Yi's body and enjoy the look of despair on his face before he died.

Suddenly a voice rang in his ear: "Excuse me, could you move your feet?"

Wang Bing froze, then subconsciously shifted his body.

Then he looked down blankly and saw that the blood-stained rubble beneath him had been transformed into a smooth, brand-new cement tile.

He froze, slowly raising his head to look around. The sight before him caused his pupils to shrink, and his manic smile to freeze.

Centered on the point where he was standing, the destroyed area had almost disappeared! It had been replaced by a brand new cement floor at some point.

Moreover, the sensation underfoot seemed more solid than before.

The audience watching Yang Yi repair the training area were completely dumbfounded.

"What the hell?!"

"What kind of ability is this?! Where did the cement come from?"

"Why are there people having a competition where they carry cement?!"

"Am I the only one who noticed he changed his clothes? Where did he get those construction clothes and hard hat?!"

However, the mentally unstable Wang Bing had a unique interpretation of this.

He looked at Yang Yi, who was unharmed and still "under construction," and his eyes flashed with madness again.

The distorted mind filtered out Yang Yi's impressive performance, only capturing the information that the other party was still alive.

In his current confused state of mind, Yang Yi was not dead, he just "missed the shot".

"You...you're not dead?!" Wang Bing screamed. "You little brat, you're so lucky! You dodged pretty fast!"