Chapter Nine: Ruthless

  The entire venue fell into a dead silence, and everyone's heart skipped a beat as they couldn't help but look at Ye Chen with a mixture of pity and ridicule.

  The gap between the first five layers and the first six layers is like heaven and earth, and it has become an unbreakable fact that the first five layers cannot defeat the first six layers.

  "Ye Chen, today I want you to remember that I am the one you can't surpass, and Ye Shao is the one you will look up to for your entire life!" Ye Xing said calmly, not putting any emphasis on the battle in front of him.

  "Your nonsense is as disgusting as your face!" A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen said slowly.

  As Ye Chen's icy voice fell, the atmosphere on the martial arts platform suddenly became tense. The autumn wind swept by, blowing up a few fallen leaves, bringing with it a solemn and murderous intent.

  However, no one noticed that several black shadows flashed by and came to a certain corner of the martial arts hall, quietly watching Ye Chen and Ye Xing on the stage, but no one had any intention of stopping this farcical war.

  He raised his palms slightly, with a faint aura of true energy surrounding them. Ye Xing took a deep breath and stepped on the ground with one foot, his body shooting towards Ye Chen like an arrow leaving its string.

  Ye Chen's mouth corner floated a dangerous arc, at this moment, he still used the true energy of only the first five layers of the initial martial arts. A pale blue true energy surrounded his palm, and with both feet pushing off, he charged towards the constantly enlarging shadow.

  "Bang!" Two people simultaneously made their move, the air was shocked and turbulent, both of them were fierce and ruthless, the sonic booms in the air were endless, the air around the two people seemed to be roasted by intense flames, constantly twisting. Yexing's face lost a few points of ease, and gained a few points of solemnity.

  "Your basic skills aren't bad, but that's all they are - not bad! Next, I'll show you what real power looks like!" At the same time, he took a step back, and although Ye Xing was slightly shocked in his heart, on the surface he still had an expression of disdain. His feet pushed off again, transforming his palms into knives, unleashing a fierce and powerful aura that accompanied his advancing footsteps, fiercely slashing towards Ye Chen's neck.

  Knife Palm, Huang Jie's primary martial skill. It is usually awakened after the blood vessels are aware, and this skill is also one of Ye Chen's proud places.

  Speed and strength combined, condensed into a suffocating aura that even the onlookers were intimidated by, breaking the silence below the stage, causing a stir, and even Ye Tian's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

  The first compulsory course for a killer is to remain calm at all times and in all places, even when facing death.

  At this moment, Ye Chen was so calm, letting the fist wind sweep

  On his face, the scorching pain couldn't shake Ye Chen at all. The hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, revealing Ye Chen's pair of eyes as black as ink. Ye Xing was taken aback, and at this moment, he found that there was no trace of panic in those black eyes.

  Just as Ye Xing's palm was about to chop his neck, he slightly shifted his body to the side and quickly kicked out with his right foot, and then his figure slid smoothly backwards.

  Borrowing strength to strike back, Ye Xing let out a muffled grunt, his footsteps stumbling backward, and he was sent flying by a rebound force. His entire figure fell backward like a broken kite.

  The whole audience was silent, staring at the scene on stage with a look of astonishment, Ye Xing had actually fallen into a disadvantage.

  "Your reflexes aren't bad, now let me show you my true strength!" A faint aura burst out of Ye Xing's body, and with a cold smile, his knife-like palm struck out again. The momentum of the palm knife rolled up, sweeping together the dust on the training platform, mixed with the sound of his cold laughter, and slashed towards Ye Chen's face.

  Unlike the knife palm from just now, a faint whirlwind slowly formed in Ye Xing's palm.

  The biggest difference between the initial six layers and the initial five layers is whether the true energy has attributes, at this moment the knife palm should be called wind knife palm.

  The atmosphere was tense, and Ye Chen's path had been completely cut off. Some of the girls around them couldn't bear to watch and turned their heads away, while some boys were eagerly waiting to see the knife fall, expecting a bloody scene with blood splattering everywhere. At this moment, in their eyes, Ye Chen was undoubtedly doomed to lose.

  Slowly closing his eyes, Ye Chen continuously recalled the scene of Ye Xing's palm strike earlier. A hint of a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Suddenly opening his eyes, his slightly narrowed gaze stared faintly at the approaching palm. His right leg was slightly bent, and with a sudden stomp, he dodged to the side of Ye Xing's body.

  With a slight lift of his palm, he stirred up a fierce aura, like a flash of lightning that struck across Ye Xing's arm and casually hit him in the chest.

  "Bang!" A dull sound. The face of Ye Xing, who was hit by Ye Chen, turned pale in an instant, as if he had been forcibly pushed away. Ye Chen's body remained still, his feet scraping out two inch-deep footprints on the ground, and he was sent flying several meters away.

  Silence, complete silence!

  All eyes, after a slight daze, were fixed on that thin figure, and then a wave of gasps rose from the surrounding crowd.

  That palm was actually Ye Xing's newly developed martial skill - Blade Palm!

  Ye Chen's figure didn't pause with the shock of the whole scene, his body suddenly rushed forward like an arrow off the string, closely following Ye Xing's figure.

  "Knife Hand!"

  The air slightly ripples, a formless energy bursts out, heavily striking Ye Xing's chest again. Ye Xing is directly shaken to the ground by that massive force, and after sliding several meters on the dark gray ground, he finally slowly comes to a stop. At the same time, a mouthful of blood also miserably spurted out.

  Slowly stepping out, Ye Chen gazed calmly at the ashen-faced Ye Xing below the martial stage, his tranquil voice echoing through the scene.

  "Garbage, you lose!"

  But everything was far from over, with a sudden leap, Ye Chen didn't care about the shock of the people around him, his dark eyes were filled with cold intent, and he suddenly stepped on Ye Xing's chest, Ye Chen's face turned pale as death, and a flush rose to his cheeks, blood gushing wildly from the corner of his mouth.

  Without showing any mercy, Ye Xing's eyes were filled with a pleading color, but he was trampled again, and the sound of bones shattering followed closely after Ye Xing's blood-curdling scream.

  Ye Wannier's face suddenly turned pale, and she kept muttering in her mouth, "How is that possible!"

  A shrill cry brought Ye Wanyan back to reality, staring at the bloodstains on the ground, she exclaimed in shock. "Ye Chen, stop!"

  A figure flashed by and jumped in front of Ye Chen, but at this time Ye Chen took another step forward, as if he hadn't heard Ye Wanyi's words.

  "Ye Chen, don't, he's my brother, spare him!" Ye Wan'er's eyes welled up with tears, her pitiful and charming appearance evoking sympathy, her white teeth gently biting her red lips as she gazed at Ye Chen's dark eyes with a pleading expression.

  "What's next?" Ye Chen asked expressionlessly.

  "Ye Chen, you..." A look of joy flashed across her face, but the next instant, Ye Wanyi's face turned pale.

  A surge of true energy burst out of Ye Chen's body, and one foot flew out, heavily striking Ye Xing's chest. It was like a sandbag hitting the hard floor, leaving a shallow mark several dozen meters long. Several white bones protruded from Ye Xing's back, and fresh blood stained the ground red...

  Staring at the scene in front of her in disbelief, Ye Wannier suddenly roared: "Ye Chen, you madman!"

  Yan Xian's hysterical Ye Wannier seemed to be non-existent, Ye Chen smiled indifferently and never looked at Ye Wannier from start to finish, slowly turning around and walking towards the inner martial arts hall.

  The young men in the arena stared as a stream of blood foam flowed out from Ye Xing's mouth, revealing several white bones exposed to the sunlight. They then turned their heads to look at the youth walking towards the inner martial arts hall, and a chill ran down their spines, seeping into their very bones...