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"How...how is this possible?"

Wang Zhengkun looked at his fist, then at Ye An's expressionless face. His eyes went from shock to confusion, and finally to a hint of fear.

He felt as if he had hit not a person's shoulder, but a sacred mountain that had stood there since the beginning of time.

No, it's harder than a mountain.

The force of his punch vanished without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Instead, an even more terrifying counterforce came from the other person's body, making his entire arm numb and his internal organs displaced.

He abruptly pulled back his fist, staggered back seven or eight steps, and barely managed to regain his footing.

The entire room was completely silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was speechless with shock at the bizarre scene before them.

Jiang Hao's smile froze.

Jiang Rui's movement of pushing up his glasses also stopped in mid-air. Previously, they only thought Ye An was particularly pretentious, but it wasn't until Wang Zhengkun was defeated that they realized how terrifying Ye An was!

Jiang Tianxiong's smug expression turned into deep confusion:

"That's strange. Could it be that we've misjudged him, and he really is a hidden master?"

Jiang Tianhai stared blankly at the arena, his mouth agape, having forgotten what he was going to say.

"How could this be...?"

At this moment, Ye An moved.

He raised his hand and gently patted his left shoulder, which had been hit by Wang Zhengkun, as if brushing off non-existent dust.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zhengkun, whose face was deathly pale, his tone still calm.

"I've already told you, you're not worthy..."

Wang Zhengkun's mind went blank.

He looked at Ye An, whose eyes held no mockery or contempt, only a pure indifference, as if stating a fact.

This indifference was more unbearable for him than any humiliation.

"You..." He managed to squeeze out a single word, his chest heaving violently, his blood churning.

A renowned master, and the "Little Martial God" of the Northern Eight Extremes Sect, he is regarded by his sect as a candidate for the Martial God Realm.

Since he started learning martial arts, what he's ever heard that wasn't flattery or a request for special treatment?

And now... he's being told by a young man who's not even twenty that he's not qualified to fight?

What a shame!

His anger consumed his last shred of reason.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Wang Zhengkun said "good" three times in a row, and stopped trying to fight back with his fists. Instead, he turned his body and his footwork became strange.

He said nothing more, only a suppressed roar that exploded like thunder!

In an instant, the hard bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and his whole body transformed into a blur that was difficult to see with the naked eye. With boundless killing intent, he charged fiercely towards Ye An!

The overwhelming aura of a master celestial being merged with the fierce and domineering power of Bajiquan, tearing the air apart in front of him and producing a sharp, explosive sound.

His first move was a devastating, earth-shattering killing strike, determined to crush this arrogant fool, along with his shame, into dust!

He moved at high speed around Ye An, leaving afterimages in his wake.

Palms, elbows, knees—every part of his body became a deadly weapon, attacking Ye An's vital points from all sorts of tricky angles.

This is the essence of close-quarters combat in Bajiquan. Once he gets close, it's like being swept up by a mad bull; you'll either die or be crippled.

The crowd below the arena was dazzled by the spectacle.

"That footwork...it's so fast!"

"Master Wang is getting serious! Who can withstand this combo?"

"Truly breathtaking!"

But the scene on the ring was completely different from the intense clash they had imagined.

Faced with Wang Zhengkun's relentless attacks, Ye An simply stood still, occasionally raising his hand, shifting his body slightly, or even just moving his shoulder.

Wang Zhengkun delivered a vicious elbow strike to Ye An's chest. Ye An only took half a step back, and the elbow strike, powerful enough to shatter stone, grazed past the corner of his clothes.

Wang Zhengkun delivered a powerful kick to Ye An's lower body, but Ye An merely raised his toes slightly and lightly touched the opponent's ankle. Wang Zhengkun stumbled and almost tripped over himself.

Throughout the entire process, Ye An's movements were minimal, as if he were strolling leisurely and carefree.

Wang Zhengkun, however, felt as if he were stuck in an invisible quagmire. He exerted all his strength but couldn't even touch the hem of the other person's clothes. Sweat began to bead on his forehead, his breathing became heavy, and his face turned from red to purple.

The initial gasps of surprise from the audience gradually gave way to complete silence.

Everyone was stunned.

What are they hitting?

That's Wang Zhengkun, the "Little Martial Arts God," how come he's acting like a beginner on stage, getting completely outmaneuvered by a young man?

"Master Wang... is he giving you sparring lessons?" a young martial artist asked uncertainly.

An older man nearby immediately shook his head, lowering his voice: "Impossible! Look at him, his face is purple, his eyes are bloodshot, that's the sign he's using all his strength! He... he can't even touch that kid!"

"hiss……"

Holy crap!

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

If taking a punch head-on just now demonstrated amazing defensive power, then this completely playful evasion reveals an insurmountable gap in their skill levels.

At the head table, Jiang Hao's smile had long since frozen, and he anxiously leaned close to Jiang Tianxiong's ear.

"Father, what... what's wrong with Master Wang? Wasn't he said to be a late-stage Celestial Realm expert, virtually invincible? How come he can't even defeat this kid?"

Jiang Tianxiong's face was ashen, and his fists were clenched tightly in his sleeves.

He forced himself to remain calm and said, "Shut up! What's the panic! Master Wang hasn't even used his real skills yet!"

Even so, his unease grew stronger.

On the third side, Jiang Rui adjusted his glasses. For the first time, the mockery in his eyes behind the lenses was replaced by a deep confusion and shock.

Jiang Tianhai had already stood up from his seat, his mouth half open, staring blankly at the arena, with only one thought in his mind: What kind of monster is this kid?

Suddenly, Jiang Xiaotian's cloudy eyes, which were in the main seat, suddenly shone with an unprecedented brilliance.

He was so excited that his body was trembling slightly, and he gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Others only saw that Wang Zhengkun couldn't touch Ye An, but he saw something much deeper.

Ye An's every dodge was not just about speed, but also about precise prediction and ultimate control over timing and space.

Every move and every thought of Wang Zhengkun seemed to be within his calculations.

This isn't a friendly competition at all; it's an old man playing with a child!

Legend has it that reaching the divine realm allows one to comprehend a kind of "momentum".

Within the scope of "power," all actions of a master in the Divine Realm will be enhanced, and they will be able to control everything within the domain.

Therefore, this situation arose precisely because the Doctor Ye's strength and realm far surpassed that of his opponent, resulting in a crushing defeat!

"A true god... the one Yu'er invited back is a living true god..."

Jiang Xiaotian muttered to himself, his voice so soft that only he could hear it, his tone filled with indescribable excitement and awe.

At that moment, Wang Zhengkun on the stage completely lost his composure.

"Aaaaah! You're asking for it!"

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, and instead being publicly humiliated, he let out a beast-like roar.

He abruptly stopped, his bones crackling and popping, his skin turning crimson at a visible speed, and a terrifying pressure far surpassing that of any previous martial artist erupted forth.

In the audience, an elderly man from Wudong Province stood up in shock, pointing at Wang Zhengkun, his voice trembling.

"This is... the forbidden technique of the Eight Extremes Sect, 'Blood Burning the Eight Desolations'!"

"My God! This is a killing move that drains one's life force and forcibly boosts one's power! It kills a thousand enemies but also injures eight hundred of your own! Has Wang Zhengkun gone mad? It's just a friendly sparring match, and he actually uses such a move!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar, and all the eyes that looked at Wang Zhengkun were filled with awe and fear.

A ferocious smile finally appeared on Jiang Tianxiong's face.

It's finally going to be done!

Wang Zhengkun's eyes were bloodshot, and even traces of blood seeped from his seven orifices. His aura reached its peak.

He clenched his fists, raised them above his head, and then slammed them down.

"Eight Extremes! Mountain Collapse!"

This strike was no longer just a simple punch.

The air in front of him was stirred by the force of the fist, vibrating violently and forming an invisible force field, like a transparent wall, carrying the power to shatter mountains, and crushing towards Ye An!

The stone slabs of the entire arena cracked inch by inch under this force!

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Ye An finally frowned slightly.

He seemed a little impatient.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, Ye An finally made his move.

He no longer acted casually, but instead lowered his body slightly and slowly separated his hands in front of his chest.

The left palm faces upward, as if holding a cold moon, which is Yin; the right palm faces downward, as if covering a blazing sun, which is Yang.

An extremely profound aura flowed out, as if he had divided the world in his palm.

"The Yin-Yang Separation Palm!"

With a soft shout, Ye An put his palms together and gently pushed forward.

This palm strike, without a deafening roar, seemed to have altered the very laws of the world.

The earth-shattering force of Wang Zhengkun's fist, upon contact with Ye An's palm, was instantly decomposed, obliterated, and reduced to nothingness, as if yin and yang were converging and ice and snow were melting away.

Immediately afterwards, an unparalleled palm force pierced through everything and landed solidly on Wang Zhengkun's chest.

Wang Zhengkun froze on the spot, still in the punching stance.

The madness and crimson in his eyes faded quickly, replaced by an extreme, incomprehensible fear.

He looked down at his chest, which was unharmed, but his internal organs felt as if they had been completely shattered by an invisible hand.

With a "whoosh," he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his body slumped down like a puddle of mud, and he completely lost consciousness.

Instantly, the arena fell into dead silence.

The entire Jiang family manor was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Tianxiong's ferocious smile froze completely.

Jiang Hao's mouth dropped open, and his eyes nearly popped out.

Jiang Tianhai was stunned, his body swayed, and he almost plopped back down in his chair.

Just now, when he looked directly into Ye An's eyes, even Jiang Tianhai, with his composure, couldn't help but shiver.

Those were such cold eyes, as if they viewed all living beings as mere weeds and ants, easily crushed and swatted away.

"Who is he? How can a mere young man in his early twenties have such a gaze!" Jiang Tianhai thought incredulously.

Every single guest in the room was frozen in place, completely still.

One finger.

It only used one finger.

So they crippled Wang Zhengkun, a late-stage Celestial Realm expert who had unleashed a forbidden technique and whose strength had skyrocketed?

This……

Is this something a human can do?