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"Senior Brother Zhang Yuan is still the same as always, preferring to settle things with his fists."

"This Ye Xiao is truly foolish, actually deluding himself into wanting to be enemies with Senior Brother Zhang."

"Senior Brother Zhang is already very magnanimous. As long as he apologizes and admits his mistake, and bows in public, the matter will be settled. But he is still ungrateful. People from the Mute Alley are indeed incredibly foolish."

Discussions arose all around.

Ye Xiao ignored it and didn't move an inch in the face of the sudden and powerful attack.

With just a slight sinking of the foot, the 'stability' of the Dingyue Pillar was firmly established, as if the heel was nailed into the wooden platform.

"Bang!"

The first punch landed with a muffled thud.

Zhang Yuan's force was a straight line, as if it wanted to penetrate from the inside out, but when it landed on Ye Xiao, it was like drilling into a deep well. The force went down, but the well didn't shake.

The discussion on the sidelines immediately stopped.

It was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard.

Ye Xiao... wasn't thrown away?

They didn't even... take a single step back?

How is that possible!

Zhang Yuan's eyes darkened.

He practices the Thunderous Bone-Piercing Stance of the Sun-Piercing System, where the force is straighter, faster, and more ruthless.

He didn't believe Guan Dong's movements. His second and third punches were even faster. With his shoulders and hips coming together, his fists pierced like arrows again, aiming straight for Ye Xiao's chest and throat.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two explosions followed.

Ye Xiao still did not retreat an inch.

The Dingyue Stake suppressed the impact beneath his feet, while the Chixue Stake pressed the force even more firmly. He was like a piece of iron that had been forged to perfection; no matter how much you struck or shook him, the sound would be loud, but his form would remain unchanged.

At this moment, someone at the edge of the stage finally couldn't hold back anymore, their voice becoming dry:

"A quasi-martial artist?!"

The next instant, an even louder, more akin to a loss of voice, judgment rang out:

"Ye Xiao has truly become a quasi-martial artist!"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed simultaneously.

They dared to speak up earlier because they believed Ye Xiao's potential was exhausted and he had little future. In addition, Zhang Yuan wanted to establish his authority, and Ye Xiao would only be trampled on.

But now...

Zhang Yuan's repeated attacks couldn't subdue him; Ye Xiao remained as steady as a mountain, his qi and blood calm and undisturbed.

This isn't just barely holding on; it's an unreasonable resilience born from an incredibly strong foundation.

In the corner of the field, the jade buckle stopped halfway through its rotation.

Gu Liancheng still had a warm smile on his face, but it seemed as if someone had grabbed it, holding it in place but not letting it fall. He stared at Ye Xiao, the nonchalance in his eyes fading away.

Shen Qinghe's expression remained warm, but her breathing involuntarily shortened.

Zhang Yuan also sensed something was wrong at that moment.

His fist landed on Ye Xiao's body, but there was no sense of "satisfaction" as it penetrated. Instead, it felt like it had penetrated a heavy piece of iron: the force went in, but it was forcefully blocked by the opponent's stance and rebounded, making his shoulders and spine go numb and his spine tense.

The biggest fear in Guan Ri Xi Zhuang Gong is failing to penetrate the energy.

If it can't penetrate, the backlash will hurt yourself first.

For the first time, the composure in Zhang Yuan's eyes cracked, but there was no fear in them.

He shifted his stance, maintaining his Thunderous Bone-Piercing Stance, but instead of striking directly through the center, he twisted it at a slightly pressing angle. The strike, while penetrating, carried a sense of pressure, making his punches even more ferocious and ingenious, as if trying to force Ye Xiao to the edge of the fighting ring, chasing him down step by step.

"Bang!"

This punch was even heavier.

People on the sidelines instinctively held their breath.

But Ye Xiao remained as steady as a mountain.

He simply moved his waist and hips slightly together and turned his heels slightly. It wasn't a retreat, but rather a way to press that momentum into his feet and then let the strength of the Dingyue stance suppress it.

It was so clean it looked like it had just taken a breath.

Zhang Yuan's heart sank suddenly.

His most powerful burst of energy was blocked in the simplest way.

The next moment, he gritted his teeth and forced his stance to its limit.

His blood and qi surged, and the wind from his fist grazed Ye Xiao's face, his fighting spirit reaching its peak.

In that instant, everyone understood that Zhang Yuan had been forced to take real action.

Many people felt that Ye Xiao was really going to be pierced through this time.

But Ye Xiao's eyes remained indifferent.

Zhang Yuan's punch had already brought the power of the Thunderclap Bone-Piercing Stance to its maximum.

The qi and blood surge and merge with the stance strength, bursting forth in one continuous stream.

Someone near the stage had a sudden eyelid twitch and blurted out, their voice distorted:

"Thunderbolt Fist!"

"Senior Brother Zhang Yuan's strongest killing move, this fist technique has been perfected!"

The person next to him gasped, their Adam's apple bobbing.

"With this move, Senior Brother Zhang has beaten countless people! Taking a direct hit from this punch would break his bones!"

"Bang!"

A fist landed on his body.

The wooden surface of the platform crackled and popped, raising a layer of dust.

The scene the spectators had anticipated did not occur. Ye Xiao remained standing, his feet perfectly still, and even his gaze remained unchanged.

The entire place was eerily quiet.

"Snapped!"

The jade clasp between Gu Liancheng's fingers was crushed by him.

He finally realized how ridiculous his idea of ​​tying the dog up was... This was no dog that could be tethered.

This is a vicious creature that can bite through chains and shove people into the mud.

Shen Qinghe also raised her eyes, and for the first time her eyes truly lit up, but not with excitement, but with a startled clarity.

She tried to suppress the turmoil in her heart, but she couldn't, and a very soft inhale escaped her throat:

"How did he train so fast and become so strong?"

The other inner disciples were all filled with shock, as if a tide was surging from their throats, and the same thought appeared in their minds.

How could Zhang Yuan's strongest punch be withstood like that?

Zhang Yuan himself was also taken aback.

The scene he was most familiar with was when the force was injected, causing his opponent's flesh and bones to feel suffocated, and he would eventually collapse to the ground.

But when this punch landed on Ye Xiao, it was like hitting a sinking wall: the force went in but couldn't penetrate, and was instead pushed back without moving, making his shoulders and back numb and his spine tense, even slowing down his punching.

In that split second, Ye Xiao looked up, his tone as flat as if he were asking an insignificant question:

"this one?"

As those two simple words were uttered, the hearts of those standing on the sidelines skipped a beat.

It's not a provocation.

It's even more provocative.

Zhang Yuan was enraged and was about to launch another attack when...

Ye Xiao had already moved; he didn't circle around, he took just one step.

One step closer, and the distance disappears.

The fist rises extremely short, as if it were sent directly from the chest. The "piercing" of the Breaking the Sky Stance is in front, the "pure" of the Crimson Blood Stance is inside, and the "stable" of the Mountain-Stabilizing Stance is at the bottom.

He didn't use the Mountain Collapse Fist... that's enough. The three-system stance power is stacked in a straight line, clean, direct, and ruthlessly fierce.

"Bang!"

The punch landed on Zhang Yuan's chest. The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to shatter the last breath in his body.

Zhang Yuan's eyes suddenly bulged, and he took two steps back, trying to steady himself but unable to.

The throat rolls up first.

"puff!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the wooden surface of the fighting platform, its red color glaringly bright, and he was violently blasted away.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhang Yuan still tried to maintain appearances, forcing himself to straighten his back halfway.

But just as he managed to catch his breath, his internal organs churned again, blood and foam spilled out from between his teeth, and his knees buckled.

Kneel down.

It's not a bow.

They were out of energy.

Those who had spoken up at the edge of the stage all turned pale.

Ye Xiao withdrew his fist, his breathing remaining steady, without revealing even a trace of disordered energy.

He had hoped to learn combat techniques from Zhang Yuan, which is why he launched several attacks, but the results were not ideal...

Ye Xiao looked at Zhang Yuan on the fighting platform, his tone still calm:

"You're trying to establish your authority, but you've chosen the wrong person."

After saying that, he turned and left the stage.

His steps were neither fast nor slow; his blood and qi flowed and then receded, as clean as if he hadn't exerted any effort in that punch.

On the fighting platform, Zhang Yuan clutched his chest, his knuckles white, wanting to stand up again and say that he hadn't lost yet.

His shoulders trembled slightly, but he ultimately couldn't get up.

The sidelines were deathly silent.

Those rumors about overspending, lack of courage, and superficiality were shattered on the spot.

Gu Liancheng held the shattered jade clasp, unable to calm his anger.

He watched Ye Xiao's retreating figure, his smile now gone. After a moment, he forced out a low, menacing sentence through clenched teeth:

"The initial price was too low. In less than three months, he's managed to get this far..."

Shen Qinghe stood still, her eyes also fixed on that figure.

She is disciplined and calculating in her work, but at this moment she knows very well that once some people are missed, they cannot be made up for with compensation.

Her voice remained calm, yet carried a hint of a sigh:

"I misjudged him."