âHe won?â The audience looked at Fang Wenyang, who collapsed onto the ground and spat out blood, with dumbfounded expressions. The sight sent them in a daze, and they only regained their senses after a while. Then, they looked at one another as delight filled their faces.
âHe won! Ye Zhuixun won! Thatâs great! We wonât die anymore!â
âHow powerful! Ye Zhuixun is so strong! So he was the strongest person from the start!â
âYeah, I thought that Ye Zhuixun was not even in the same caliber as Young Master Qinghe and the rest. I didnât expect him to be so strong...â
When Hong Qinghe, Yang Feng, and Mu Wuxin put aside their severe injuries and witnessed this scene, their expressions became complex. âAs the first, second, and third strongest young practitioners in this prefecture, weâre a joke compared to them.â
Clutching his wound, Hong Qinghe became gloomy.
In contrast, Lou Xiaoxiao grinned. âQianxue, youâve got an amazing disciple here! Heâll definitely be very impressive in the future!â
Everyone was feeling elated. However, Fang Wenyang, who had recovered after eating the pill looked at Ye Zhuixun with a vicious expression.
As he continued to glare at Ye Xhuixun, his face twisted in menace. âYou bastard! How dare you injure me? Iâll kill you!â
âWenyang, it seems like there are some inferior-grade goods amongst this bunch of trash. Be careful. Donât get hurt anymore,â his friend reminded him.
âHmph! Donât worry. How can trash like him hurt me? I was just careless earlier...â
âDonât say that. Somethingâs strange with his fists. If Iâm not wrong, he has already mastered the Storm concept. Thatâs the Storm Fist Intent.â
âStorm Fist Intent?â Shock flashed across Fang Wenyangâs eyes, as he furiously and enviously looked at Ye Zhuixun. âI canât believe that some of these ants can fly! However, Iâll kill him even then. He has no choice but to die!â
As his voice fell, Fang Wenyangâs expression turned solemn. He spread his fingers.
Whish!
Ten exquisitely-carved, cold daggers floated above his palm and slowly spun on his fingertips. Each dagger looked beautiful and dazzling, yet fatally dangerous.
Behind him, his friendsâ expressions relaxed. âLooks like the battle is going to end.â
âIf Wenyang uses this move, not even we can escape unscathed. Obviously, itâs impossible for an ant in the Essence Martial Realm.â
âHowever, considering how proud Wenyang is, I didnât expect him to use his trump card against an ant.â
âThat ant mastered the Storm Fist Intent. He should not be underestimated. Itâs better to be more cautious...â
They were discussing whenâ
âAmbush from ten sides! Attack!â Fang Wenyang yelled, and the ten daggers on his fingertips shot toward Ye Zhuixun.
He then furiously said with a vicious expression. âBastard, two fists canât defeat four hands. Let me see how your two fists can block my ten daggers!â
Clang!
A grim expression appeared on Ye Zhuixunâs face. Activating the Storm intent, he moved as quickly as possible to evade the rapid daggers.
However, the daggers were agile and hard to eliminate. Thus, he struggled to dodge them.
After a while...
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
The daggers slashed Ye Zhuixun and left bloody gashes on his body.
His breathing became unsteady, and it was clear that he had lost the upper hand.
âNo! I canât lose just like this. At the very least, I have to defeat him!â
A fierce look flashed across Ye Zhuixunâs eyes, and he racked his brains.
Suddenly, an idea surfaced in his mind...
âThe daggers! The daggers are his weakness. By shooting the daggers at me, heâs also sending his weakness right to me. If I can find a chance to destroy a few daggers, heâll definitely get severely injured as he had been just a while ago!â