Chapter 522 495: Don't Press Anymore

With just a single move, Zhaang Ye forced Badam, an expert at the Mid-stage of the True Dao Third Layer, to his knees on the arena stage. This overwhelming display of power instantly stunned the Inner Sect Disciples. For a moment, none of them dared to step up and challenge Zhaang Ye.

Anyone who could enter the Inner Sect and cultivate to the True Dao Third Layer was far from ordinary. These Inner Sect Disciples knew full well that Zhaang Ye's combat prowess was formidable. Until they understood the true extent of his abilities, none of them were willing to stick their necks out.

Zhaang Ye stood on the stage for a while. Seeing the silent crowd below, he sneered. "What's wrong? Weren't you all just fighting for the chance to come up and challenge me? Well, I'm standing right here. Why haven't any of you come up?"

"How arrogant!"

At Zhaang Ye's taunt, a figure suddenly appeared on the stage. It was none other than Jian Zhongxing.

Jian Zhongxing's Cultivation had reached the Late-stage of the True Dao Third Layer, making his combat strength even more formidable than Badam's. It was this strength that gave him the confidence to challenge Zhaang Ye.

HUMMM!

The moment Jian Zhongxing set foot on the stage, he immediately brandished a long staff as thick as an arm. One couldn't tell what metal it was forged from; it looked like neither gold nor iron, and its surface was covered in all sorts of Runes. Clearly, this staff was a True Artifact.

"Face my staff!"

With a great shout from Jian Zhongxing, the long staff in his hands instantly produced layers upon layers of afterimages. The overlapping blurs of the staff were sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes visible, sometimes not. The myriad transformations were dizzying!

Jian Zhongxing's Staff Technique was incredibly fast, its transformations endless. Even a person with the sharpest eyes would be unable to see through its patterns, and even an expert stronger than Jian Zhongxing would be dizzied by the unpredictable shadows of the staff. With a single move, Zhaang Ye was instantly assaulted by hundreds, even thousands, of vicious attacks!

Watching Jian Zhongxing execute this Staff Technique, the Inner Sect Disciples below the stage nodded slightly. A technique as complex as Jian Zhongxing's, with its countless transformations, would be extremely difficult to counter. Even a master at the True Dao Fourth Layer would be unable to break it within three moves!

Jian Zhongxing was clearly extremely confident in his Staff Technique. As he unleashed it, a smug look appeared on his face. He absolutely refused to believe that Zhaang Ye could break his technique and defeat him within three moves.

SWOOSH!

Just as Jian Zhongxing was brimming with confidence, Zhaang Ye finally made his move. A massive, brilliant golden hand shot forward and grabbed the very tip of Jian Zhongxing's staff!

BOOM!

The tip of the staff contained an immense amount of power. The moment Zhaang Ye's palm closed around it, this tremendous force erupted in his hand, letting out a deafening roar.

Jian Zhongxing had expected Zhaang Ye's hand to be smashed to a pulp by his staff, and a triumphant expression had already spread across his face. However, that look of triumph quickly vanished.

He discovered, to his horror, that Zhaang Ye's palm was incredibly resilient and possessed terrifying strength. The immense power contained within the staff was enough to flatten a small mountain, yet it failed to blast Zhaang Ye's hand apart.

A chill shot through Jian Zhongxing's heart. The long staff vibrated madly, twisting like a dragon as it tried to escape Zhaang Ye's grip. But it was no use. Zhaang Ye's hand was like it was cast from Profound Iron—impossibly stable and unyielding. No matter how desperately Jian Zhongxing struggled, Zhaang Ye's hand remained clamped firmly around the staff!

'This is bad!'

Realizing he couldn't shake Zhaang Ye's hand loose, Jian Zhongxing immediately sensed the danger. Just as he tried to pull back and retreat, Zhaang Ye finally launched his counterattack.

Zhaang Ye's counterattack was simple: a single, straightforward push.

HUMMM!

With that push, an immense power erupted from Zhaang Ye's palm. His strength was so terrifying that under the force of that one push, Jian Zhongxing's incredibly sturdy staff actually bent into the shape of a bow!

Bending the staff with a single push—the power it contained was simply earth-shattering! Jian Zhongxing sensed extreme danger. His hands flinched back like lightning as he tried to let go!

Jian Zhongxing desperately wanted to pull his hands back and let go, but a strange Devouring Power was transmitted through the staff, locking his grip. As he frantically tried to fight off this Devouring Power, a colossal, world-breaking force came crashing toward him!

PTUI!

As the colossal force slammed into him, Jian Zhongxing spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was flung high into the air, soaring over a thousand feet before he finally stabilized himself and crashed back to the ground.

One move!

Badam, defeated in a single move. Jian Zhongxing, a cultivator at the Late-stage of the True Dao Third Layer, also defeated in a single move!

"Such overwhelming skill, such tyrannical power!" one Inner Sect Disciple exclaimed, his face paling as he felt the surging energy radiating from Zhaang Ye.

Another Inner Sect Disciple spoke slowly, "That Zhaang Ye... his power is terrifying! Just now, he overcame Jian Zhongxing's finesse with brute force, crudely shattering his staff technique with sheer power!"

"That's right. It was the same when he fought Badam—he used that terrifying strength to force him to his knees. The man is practically a Barbaric Beast. How can anyone possibly defeat him?"

Just then, Xue Piaohong, who had been silent until now, spoke coldly, "Hard to defeat? Nonsense! Zhaang Ye's strength is great, but his Body Technique is his weakness. As long as I push my speed to its absolute limit, it won't matter how strong he is—he won't be able to touch me. All of you, watch closely. See how I defeat Zhaang Ye!"

SWOOSH!

Xue Piaohong's body dissolved into a cloud of blood-red mist and drifted lightly onto the stage. He spoke with arrogance, "Among the Inner Sect, Badam is ranked twelfth in strength. Jian Zhongxing is ranked ninth. Zhaang Ye, you may have been able to defeat them, but you cannot defeat me. Because I am ranked third."

Xue Piaohong's Cultivation was only at the Late-stage of the True Dao Third Layer. However, with his strange and unpredictable Body Technique and the insidious yet domineering Blood Spirit Divine Skill, he was virtually unstoppable. In addition to his terrifying techniques, he also had a pet: a Nine-headed Python whose combat strength was comparable to an expert of the True Dao First Layer.

It was because of these advantages that Xue Piaohong was able to hold firmly to his third-place rank.

"Blood Escape!"

Once on the stage, Xue Piaohong's body suddenly dissipated like a puff of steam. Only a faint, blood-red haze remained, but his physical form was nowhere to be found.

Having used the Blood Escape Technique to conceal himself, Xue Piaohong's cold voice echoed, "Zhaang Ye, didn't you claim you would defeat us within three moves? Go on, make your move! Heh heh, I'd like to see just how you plan to find my true body!"

A strange look appeared on Zhaang Ye's face. He sighed softly. "Trying to compete with me in Body Techniques? Xue Piaohong, did you not know that I have comprehended the Wind Realm? In my presence, any Body Technique is meaningless."

"What?! You've comprehended the Wind Realm? How is that possible!" Xue Piaohong had been in seclusion and genuinely had no idea that Zhaang Ye had reached this level. Hearing Zhaang Ye's words, he was utterly shocked, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.

Zhaang Ye didn't bother to answer. He muttered in a low voice, "Wind... Wind... Wind... Wind... Wind!"

Following Zhaang Ye's low chant, brilliant golden Tornados suddenly materialized on the stage. The moment they appeared, they began to spin furiously, emitting terrifying waves of Devouring Power. The faint blood-red mist covering the stage was instantly swallowed by the Tornados. Hidden within the mist, Xue Piaohong felt a chill run down his spine as his body was suddenly exposed right in front of Zhaang Ye!

'These Tornados are terrifying! My Blood Escape requires blood energy to work. The moment Zhaang Ye summoned these Tornados, he broke my technique! This is bad!' Seeing how dire the situation had become, Xue Piaohong's heart sank. He knew Zhaang Ye was powerful, but he never could have imagined that Zhaang Ye would shatter his signature technique with a single move, forcing him into a corner!

BOOM!

A terrifying golden light erupted from the stage, carrying a chilling aura of death as it shot straight for Xue Piaohong's face. It moved with impossible speed and struck with impossible ferocity!

'The Wind Realm! Zhaang Ye has fused the Wind Realm into this attack—the speed is incredible!' Seeing the lightning-fast golden light, Xue Piaohong was scared out of his wits. He instinctively threw up his hands to block it!

BOOM!

The streak of golden light was, in fact, Zhaang Ye's palm. It slammed viciously against Xue Piaohong's hands, and a surging, colossal force exploded on impact. A series of sickening CRACKS echoed from Xue Piaohong's arms, and the bones within groaned as if they would snap at any second!

Xue Piaohong struggled desperately to hold back Zhaang Ye's palm. He swallowed hard, about to command his Nine-headed Python to attack Zhaang Ye. But just then, an even more terrifying force pressed down from Zhaang Ye's hand!

Under the pressure from Zhaang Ye's hand, blood instantly sprayed from Xue Piaohong's seven orifices. It gushed from his mouth, streamed from his ears, poured from his nose, and even seeped from his eyes. He was a truly wretched sight!

Finally, a look of pure terror appeared in Xue Piaohong's eyes. He screamed frantically, "Stop! Stop pressing down! I give up! I concede this match!"

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