Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body.

"Isn't Yan being a bit too arrogant?"

"That's normal. It's just dealing with a kid who's only a dozen or so levels high. Giving him three moves isn't a big deal."

"That's true, the gap is obvious."

"..."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Seeing Yan's arrogant demeanor, a hint of impatience flashed in Yang Jian's eyes.

This person is really noisy.

He flipped his right hand, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared in his palm.

The discussions below the arena suddenly stopped for a moment.

All eyes were fixed on the strangely shaped weapon, their eyes filled with doubt.

"What kind of martial spirit is this? I've never seen one before."

"Judging from its appearance, it's quite luxurious, so it shouldn't be bad; it's not an ordinary product."

That being said.

But no one thought that this knife could change anything.

Because of the absolute difference in strength.

Even the best martial spirit is not enough.

"hehe."

Yan glanced at the three-pointed double-edged sword and snorted indifferently.

His Flame Lord is a top-tier fire and earth dual-attribute beast spirit, and its defense is almost unbreakable among its peers.

Even if he stood still and let Yang Jian hit him, the other party wouldn't be able to hurt him in the slightest.

"Come on, hit me as much as you want, kid."

Yan patted his chest, his tone flippant, "If you can make me back down, then even if you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yang Jian moved.

Of all those present, only Deacon Wang managed to make out the figure clearly.

Yang Jian pushed off with his feet, causing the bluestone slab to crack slightly. His body shot out like an arrow, covering more than ten steps in the blink of an eye, and appeared in front of Yan.

The three-pointed double-edged sword was raised high, its blade drawing a silvery-white arc in the air.

Then he chopped down hard.

Yan's smile froze.

He didn't even realize it.

The strike was too fast; it was too fast for his body to make any dodging motion.

He only had time to see a flash of silver light before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming force slammed into his chest.

"Bang--!"

A dull, loud bang.

Yan flew backward like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground on the other side of the ring.

"puff--!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the bluestone table in front of him red.

A sharp pain shot through my chest, as if I had been struck head-on by a charging soul beast.

He tried to get up, but found that he couldn't muster any strength and could only lie there panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, stood still, and remained calm.

He didn't even use his first soul skill.

Moreover, he deliberately held back his strength when he slashed just now.

Otherwise, given the weight of the three-pointed double-edged sword, coupled with the force of his full-force swing, Yan would have suffered far more than just coughing up blood.

"hiss!"

Below the ring, there was a deathly silence, broken only by the sound of breathing.

Everyone was stunned.

The students who had been discussing this just moments before all gaped, their eyes wide, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

one move.

Just one move.

Yang Jian then beat Yan, who was in his Martial Soul Possession state, so badly that Yan coughed up blood and flew backward.

Moreover, they didn't even use their soul skills.

"This...how is this possible..."

"I didn't even see how fast he was going..."

"He sent Yan flying using only his physical strength?"

"What kind of monster is this child?"

Deacon Wang stood at the edge of the arena, his pupils constricted.

He saw Yang Jian's movements clearly.

And it was precisely because he saw it clearly that he was more shocked than anyone else at the scene.

The speed and power that Yang Jian unleashed just now should not have appeared in a child at level ten or so!

Who exactly is this child?

"So strong!"

The way the students around the ring looked at Yang Jian completely changed.

The previous indifference had vanished, replaced by a deep sense of awe and reverence.

Yang Jian's slender figure stood on the arena, holding a three-pointed double-edged sword. Despite being only a little over a meter tall, he seemed like an unshakeable mountain.

"How is this possible?"

Xie Yue leaned against the railing of the stands, his face initially expressionless, but soon a deep sense of apprehension appeared on his face, and his eyes were filled with solemnity.

Some time ago, although Yang Jian beat Yan black and blue, he only felt that Yan had underestimated him, and that Yang Jian's attack also had an element of surprise.

But I saw this knife with my own eyes today.

He had to start reassessing the six-year-old's abilities.

She wondered if she could defeat Yang Jian if she were in his shoes.

"He reaped what he sowed."

Hu Liena stood to the side, a slight smile playing on her lips, clearly having anticipated this outcome.

After all, a monster who can absorb a ten-thousand-year soul ring and whose physical strength is comparable to a Soul King is someone that Yan cannot contend with, even without using soul skills.

She glanced at Yan, who was lying half-dead on the ground, her eyes filled with not sympathy, but with ever-increasing disgust. What a shameless sycophant.

At this moment, the training ground was deathly silent.

Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, didn't even glance at Yan lying half-dead on the ground, and turned to walk out of the training ground with great composure.

It was as if I had just done something insignificant.

Below the arena, the students from the Spirit Hall remained dumbfounded, their mouths opening and closing repeatedly, yet unable to utter a sound.

It wasn't until Yang Jian's figure disappeared at the entrance of the martial arts arena that everyone snapped out of their daze.

"Cough cough—!"

Just then, a violent coughing sound came from the ring.

Yan lay curled up on the ground, his chest heaving violently, and with almost every cough, bloody foam spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His face was as pale as paper, and he tried to get up by supporting himself with his hands on the ground, but he couldn't muster any strength.

Coach Wang's expression changed, and he rushed onto the stage in three quick steps, squatting down beside Yan to check his injuries.

He placed his palm on Yan's chest, probed with his soul power, and gasped a moment later.

Almost half of the bones in his chest were broken.

Yang Jian's strike landed precisely on Yan's sternum, the force penetrating and shattering the bone, but without damaging his internal organs.

This control over force is simply unbelievable.

If it were just a fraction heavier, the bone fragments would pierce the heart.

"Don't move." Instructor Wang said gravely, pressing down on Yan who was trying to get up. "Your sternum is broken; you need immediate treatment."

Yan did not answer immediately.

He lay on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the dome above the training ground, his mind a complete blank.

Lost.

He lost.

Moreover, he was defeated in a single move.

He didn't even see how Yang Jian rushed over.

All I remember is a blur flashing by, a sharp pain shooting through my chest, and then I was sent flying.

"I was careless..." Yan muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

He tried to convince himself that it was just an accident.

If I had used my soul skill immediately, and if I had taken it seriously, the outcome would definitely not have been like this.

But a voice deep inside him told him...

Even if you use a soul skill, the outcome won't change.

He couldn't keep up with Yang Jian's speed at all.