Chapter 41: Ghost Fire Eighteen Kicks

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  After resting for a moment, the second round of competition began.

  Like the first round, the second round was also a one-on-one match between two players who were adjacent in ranking. They were Ye Tang vs Ye He, Ye Jun vs Ye Chen, Ye Hai vs Ye Ming, and Ye Xuan vs Ye Jin. As for the 17th player, Ye Lin, he could choose any of the remaining players to compete against, and if he won, he would take his opponent's place, but if he lost, he would be eliminated.

  On the scene.

  Ye and unexpectedly did not give up, he said to Ye Tang who was wearing a white robe: "I won't let you win easily from me."

  Ye Tang coldly smiled, "It's better this way, otherwise it would be too boring."

  The three elders saw that the two were ready and shouted: "The match begins."

  Whoosh!

  Almost at the same time as the three elders spoke, Ye He flashed out, his low and flat body shape not moving in a straight line, but in an irregular arc, like a fierce poisonous snake that was about to capture its prey, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

  "Human-grade high-level footwork: Nine Turns Snake Steps!" Those who knew their stuff recognized the martial arts that Ye He was displaying.

  "It's said that practicing the Nine Turns Snake Step requires making one's body extremely flexible, and only oneself knows the pain involved. Ye He is not simple!"

  "Indeed, Ye He is also a number one figure among the outer disciples of Nan Luo Sect. Even a cultivator at the 10th layer of Qi Refining Realm wouldn't dare say they can win against him stably. And Ye Tang just entered the Condensing Reality Realm two months ago, his true energy is still unstable, to win against him would take around ten moves, maybe not even that."

  Unlike others, Ye Chen didn't think highly of Ye He. Although the Flowing Cloud Sect didn't have the Nine Turns Snake Step manual, it didn't stop him from making an evaluation. Ye He's Nine Turns Snake Step seemed to be traceless and attacked swiftly, but in fact, every turn would reveal a momentary pause. This was because the fire hadn't reached home yet. If Ye Tang still had some discerning eye, he wouldn't have let this weakness slip by.

  Surely enough.

  Just as Ye and Zai were about to launch another attack, Ye Tang moved, a white shadow flashed, his palm was straight like a knife, and he chopped three times in a row.

  The first blow knocked Ye He's left arm, the second blow knocked his right arm, and the third blow landed heavily on his opponent's chest, making a crisp cracking sound. In an instant, Ye He was blown away, falling to the ground tens of meters away, unable to get up for a while.

  "This leaf hall is ruthless." Ye Chen clearly heard the sound of broken ribs and couldn't help but frown.

  On the VIP seat, Ye Batian smiled and said, "A martial artist should have a fierce momentum, otherwise it's not enough to achieve great things, well done."

  Ye Tianhao retorted: "We are all family, why must you resort to such extreme measures."

  "Sometimes family members are not necessarily on the same side, let alone, losing to a family member at most means lying in bed for one or two months, but losing to an outsider means never waking up again. Now that he's not allowed to know about the cruelty outside, how can he survive better?" Ye Batian didn't take Ye Tianhao's words to heart, as someone who could become the inner sect elder of Ziyang Sect, he naturally had his own theories.

  The second match began amidst the hubbub of the crowd.

  Ye Junren was as handsome as his name suggested, he had a refined and delicate appearance that was just right, not like Ye Tang's majestic and elegant demeanor, nor like Ye Chen's clean and elegant appearance.

  He slowly walked up to Ye Chen and said calmly, "You've lost for sure."

  "Really?" Ye Chen smiled calmly.

  At the words, Ye Jun's eyebrows moved slightly. The other party's relaxed tone made him a bit uneasy, but this idea was quickly dispelled. He had entered the Purple Sun Sect one year earlier than Ye Feng and was now sixteen years old. His cultivation had reached the tenth layer of the Qi Refining Realm, mid-stage. Usually not showing his hand, who would have known that he had already surpassed Ye Feng? Others still thought he was lingering in the ninth layer of the Qi Refining Realm.

  "Yexiang sister, who do you think will win?" asked Ye Xiaomei, a female contestant who looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

  Ye Xuan calmly said: "Ye Jun's winning rate is a bit higher!"

  Ye Xiaomei was skeptical, "But earlier on, Ye Chen defeated Ye Feng with just one punch. Ye Jun shouldn't be able to achieve that, right?"

  The fourth game will be against Ye Xuan, Ye Jin shook her head and said: "Little girl, Ye Xuan is the fastest person in our Ye family's history to enter the Condensed Realm, what she says must make sense."

  Ye Xiaomei pouted, must a genius's words always be right?

  "What Xiaomei said is not bad, in terms of cultivation, Yechen is indeed stronger than Yejun. However, the fight between them is not just about cultivation. Previously, Yechen was able to defeat Yefeng with one punch, relying solely on his powerful internal energy. Next, Yejun will definitely not follow Yechen's wishes and engage in a hard-hitting battle. With his experience and mastery of martial skills, he has a great chance of defeating Yechen."

  While the three were discussing, two people on the scene had already fought.

  "Cheers!"

  Ye Jun exhaled and exerted his strength, his eyes suddenly brightening up, the tightly clenched fists emitting a scorching hot airflow, like two pieces of red-hot branding irons.

  With a swift movement of his foot, Ye Jun leaped over a distance of seven or eight meters and launched a frenzied attack on Ye Chen.

  "Flaming Fist? No, it should be the Purple Sun Sect's Tempering Fist, which is even better than Flaming Fist."

  Facing the flurry of punches coming at him, Ye Chen took them all in stride, his hands drawing two semicircles as he launched a Golden Vajra Push.

  Rumble!

  A violent explosion sounded, and smoke billowed from the ground in all directions.

  At the same time, a figure emerged from the smoke and dust. It was Ye Jun, his arms spread wide like an eagle spreading its wings, his long and powerful legs kicking out in a flurry of motion.

  "Eighteen Kicks of the Demon Fire!"

  Pffft!

  Fierce vigor rubbed against the air, dyeing it a faint blue color, just like the eerie ghost fire in the night tomb, each move was fatal.

  Ye Ba Tian exclaimed in surprise, and then said to Ye Tian Hao with a pleased expression: "Second brother, this time your son is going to lose. The Ghost Fire Eighteen Kicks are a leg technique derived from the Earth-level low-grade martial skill 'Great Sun Ghost King Leg', which is at least twice as powerful as ordinary human-level top-grade martial skills. In my Zi Yang Sect, even outer sect disciples who can master it are rare, and inner sect disciples also need to spend a lot of time to refine it. I didn't expect Ye Jun to learn it."

  "It's still unclear who will win or lose, so whatever is said now is meaningless." Ye Tianhao said this with his mouth, but his eyes revealed a faint solemnity.

  Shen Yuqing, who was also seated in the VIP seat, had a solemn expression. She had heard of Gui Huo's Eighteen Kicks before. A certain inner disciple of Nan Luo Sect went out to complete a task and somehow got into a dispute with an inner disciple of Zi Yang Sect. During the battle, that inner disciple of Nan Luo Sect was kicked by the opponent's Ghost Fire Eighteen Kicks until his skeleton was completely shattered, without even having the strength to fight back. From then on, he became a useless person.

  "Dust, don't force it." Shen Yuqing murmured.

  Ye Chen was unaware of his parents' worries. To him, the Eighteen Kicks of Ghost Fire were formidable, but wanting to hurt him was a pipe dream. He just didn't want to reveal his full strength for now, not even half of it, as this was his trump card and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

  "Let's try to break the move first!" Ye Chen retreated in a rhythmic pattern, his fists either blocking or colliding head-on, eliminating the incoming ghostly footprints one by one.