Chapter Seventy-Two Three Fists

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  Ling Xiaoxue turned her head to ask Ling Tianlang, "Dad, you always said that the disciples of Feicui Valley and Beixue Manor are formidable, so why did you send the task to other sects?"

  Ling Tian explained, "What one thinks in their heart is one thing, but actually doing it is another. We are just a small family clan and need to maintain necessary relationships with each of the major sects. If we only send people to Feicui Valley and Beixue Manor, and others find out, who among the other sects will still associate with us? Their disciples will also harbor resentment towards us and look for trouble with us. So remember, when dealing with the various major sects, we must be even-handed and absolutely cannot show favoritism to any one side."

  "My daughter has learned her lesson." Ling Xiaoxue seemed lost in thought.

  Ling Tian smiled and said, "This time entering the Blood Forest to collect medicine, although there is some danger, it's also an opportunity to build relationships with the sect disciples. Some of them may become inner sect elders in the future, rising through the ranks."

  "Which one do you think is better, Dad?"

  "The disciples of Feicui Valley are not bad, but they're a bit too ruthless and may suffer from misfortune in the future. Wang Kunyang of Ziyang Sect has an overbearing attitude, but doesn't know how to restrain himself. As for the disciples of Nanluo Sect, it's hard to evaluate them. Let's just forget about Liuyun Sect for now and talk about Beixue Mountain Villa instead. That disciple named Wang Feng is quite impressive, he hasn't said a word until now and is unfathomable. Unexpectedly, among these people, his strength is probably the highest."

  "Wang Feng?" Ling Xiaoxue's face showed confusion, her eyes scanning the crowd of people fighting.

  At this time, seven or eight people have been blasted out of the white circle, most of whom are disciples of small sects, and there is also one disciple from a large sect, who happens to be from the Flowing Cloud Sect.

  Rumble!

  In the crowd, a cold and indifferent young man from Beixue Mountain Villa clashed with a disciple of Nan Luo Zong in a palm strike, their palms bursting forth with force, creating a massive shockwave that swept across all directions.

  In an instant, three more people were blown out, and to the surprise of many, Ye Chen, who had the lowest cultivation level, stood still in the center of the white circle, seemingly unaffected by the shockwave that had just struck him.

  Huh?

  Ling Tian and Ling Xiaoxue's eyes widened in shock.

  Their attention was originally focused on the apathetic young king Wang Feng, but Ye Chen's performance quickly attracted them. This person is not that simple.

  Wang Kunyang was also shocked.

  With a flick of his sleeve, he sent a junior disciple of a small sect flying. Wang Kunyang shifted his target and charged towards Ye Chen, grinning from ear to ear: "Kid, now kneel down and lick my shoes, there's still room for negotiation; otherwise, today you'll be spitting blood three liters."

  A faint yellow fierce aura burst out, Wang Kunyang took three steps as two steps, with a thunderous momentum sweeping towards Ye Chen, his right palm shrunk at his waist, and the palm of his hand secretly contained a cluster of yellow flames.

  "Take my three punches and don't die, I'll spare your life." Facing the furious Wang Kunyang, Ye Chen was calm and fearless, having made up his mind that he would go all out next, if the other party could withstand it then so be it, if not and got beaten to death, then that's what they deserved. After all, there had been precedents of sect disciples being beaten to death in the past, one more or less wouldn't make a difference, and Purple Sun Sect couldn't possibly mobilize the army to ask for justice.

  Wang Kunyang's three corpses burst out, his right hand clenched tightly, and a yellow flame merged into the fist edge, ferociously blasting out.

  "You're looking for death, Great Day Sun Fire Fist."

  Compared to Ye Jun's Tempering Fist, Wang Kunyang's Great Sun Tempering Fist was even more overbearing and scorching hot. One punch shook the air, like a giant sun suppressing everything, burning all things in its path. The nearby sect disciples hastily retreated and jumped back, lest they get burned by the flames and suffer the misfortune of being cooked like fish in a pond.

  Ye Chen stood still, not moving until Wang Kunyang's fist was within three feet of his body. Only then did he raise a fist to meet it, with blue flames bursting forth from the top of his fist and trailing behind in a dazzling blue light tail. In an instant, a tiger's roar shook the heavens as the blue light took on the form of a dragon, wildly striking with an unstoppable attitude.

  "Human-grade Top-tier Martial Skill: Tiger Roar Dragon Fist!"

  Fists clashed with fists, yellow and blue lights intertwined, constantly colliding and bursting, stirring up bursts of explosive airflow like blooming fireworks.

  Pfft!

  To everyone's surprise, the first to be unable to withstand was Wang Kunyang. Suddenly, his right arm clothes burst open, revealing a muscular arm with bulging muscles, and blood seeped out from the back of his arm, accompanied by a cracking sound of bone fractures.

  A mouthful of blood could no longer be held back and sprayed out, Wang Kunyang was shocked and blasted out.

  "Where is he going?"

  Ye Chen didn't want to let the opponent off easily, his foot moved and his figure immediately disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, he was already close to Wang Kunyang's body, keeping pace with his inverted flight speed. He raised his fist and Ye Chen punched him twice in the chest.

  Bang! Bang!

  His fist sank in a full inch deep, and the sound of his ribs cracking was clear.

  "No!" Wang Kunyang spat out blood and water, unable to control his body anymore. With a burst of speed, he shot out white circles that heavily crashed into the wall of the Ling family's courtyard.

  The wall of the courtyard collapsed, and Wang Kunyang's body was buried inside, his life or death unknown.

  Quiet!

  Unparalleled silence!

  The crow on the field was silent, and everyone stared blankly at Ye Chen.

  Without giving others much time to be shocked, Ye Chen turned around and coldly looked at Xiao Lie, "Didn't you say you wanted me to break my arms and legs? I'd like to see the difference between your so-called breaking of arms and legs and my understanding."

  Ling Tian's face changed greatly in shock, could Ye Chen still want to beat Xiao Lie to death?

  Xiao Lie swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down, saying: "You're courting disaster without even realizing it. Do you know that Wang Kunyang is a key disciple of the Zi Yang Sect? If you killed him, you won't be able to live either. Now, if you admit your mistake, there's still a glimmer of hope for survival. Otherwise, you're heading down a path of no return."

  Ye Chen didn't put Xiao Lie's intimidation in his eyes, "My Flowing Cloud Sect has been killed by many disciples, last year Wu Shixiong was killed by your Jade Valley disciples, Fei Shixiong was crippled by your Jade Valley disciples, Miao Shijie wasn't made a fool by the Purple Sun Sect disciples? Now I've only disabled one Wang Kunyang, who has the right to say me? My reasoning is that dead geniuses are no longer geniuses, only those who survive are. Today you can't escape three punches, if you don't die I'll let you off."

  As soon as the words fell, Ye Chen unfolded the Crane Shadow Step, leaving no trace of himself, and quickly closed in on Xiao Lie.

  In an instant, Ye Chen's figure disappeared, and Xiao Lie's scalp felt a chill. He didn't think his attack power was stronger than Wang Kunyang's. If the opponent couldn't even block one punch, he would be unable to withstand it either. For now, the only thing he could do was use his speed to escape this calamity and seek an opportunity for revenge later, crushing the opponent in their infancy. Don't doubt his determination; the disciples of Fei Cui Valley had plenty of ways to kill off the disciples of other sects.

  Whoosh!

  Xiao Lie didn't care whether he would lose his qualification or not, and directly shot the ball out of the white circle. In his heart, he sneered: Want to hurt me? Dream on.

  "Stay back!" Just as the opponent was about to leave the white circle, Ye Chen raised his hand and five sharp air swords shot out, blocking Xiao Lie's path forward.