Chapter Sixty Shock

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  Wei Hong withdrew his right foot that was about to step forward, signaling Wei Wuming not to make a sound. The two stood at the door, looking inside.

  Only then did he see a slightly stout-looking young man in the middle, who at this time mentioned Wei Hong's name and flashed a jealous look in his eyes, while loudly saying.

  "It's not bad, Wei Hong just thought of an idea, it's been so long and he still hasn't come over, who knows, maybe he was killed on the way." Alongside the sturdy youth, a slightly thin youth also nodded in agreement.

  "Haha, I really hope he doesn't get killed, otherwise, I won't have a chance to teach him a lesson." The robust young man burst out laughing, revealing a hint of arrogance.

  "Wei Yihang, even if he can't surpass Wei Hong, it's not shameful. But for you to speak ill of him behind his back, what's the difference between you and a petty person?" Along with the robust young man's words, in the crowd, a youth wearing a long sword on his waist, with a hint of disdain in his eyes, calmly said.

  "Wei Ze, you dare to say that again? Who says I, Wei Yi Hang, am not a match for him? Last time, I only lost to Wei Wu Ming. If Wei Hong were here now, I could take him down with one hand." Wei Yi Hang glared at Wei Ze, his eyes flashing with anger as he shouted loudly.

  "Really?"

  Wei Hong couldn't take it anymore, and with a swift movement, he appeared directly in the courtyard. The other boys' faces also showed different expressions as they suddenly saw Wei Hong appear.

  Wei Yihang's face also showed a hint of unnaturalness upon seeing Wei Hong's sudden appearance, however, he immediately suppressed this unnaturalness and loudly said: "Not bad, humph, I didn't think you could still be alive, but in this big competition, I am still the first."

  Wei Yihang finished speaking, and the martial energy on his body automatically emanated outward, fluttering around him with his clothes, revealing a hint of oppressive aura that pressed towards Wei Hong.

  "The Eight Ranks of Warriors."

  Everyone's face showed a hint of astonishment, and they lost their voices, saying that after breaking through the fifth rank of martial arts, it becomes increasingly difficult to cultivate. Among these Wei family branches, the highest cultivation is only among these four people, who have reached the seventh rank of martial arts. Now that Wei Yihang has broken through the seventh rank and reached the eighth rank of cultivation, he naturally has the capital to be arrogant.

  "Haha, Wei Wuming, now it's your turn to try. I can defeat you in just three moves. You won't understand how strong I am right now." Wei Yihang said confidently while suppressing Wei Hong with his martial aura and looking at Wei Wuming.

  Wei Wuming never took Wei Yihang seriously, and in his opinion, even if Wei Yihang reached the eighth rank of martial arts, he could still completely defeat him with his gun intent. To be sure, these past few days, he hadn't made any progress either.

  Wei Yihang was now looking at Wei Hong with a provocative expression, he had already made up his mind to let Wei Hong lose face in front of everyone. This time, the big competition, the first test, Wei Hong could be said to have completely emerged from obscurity, while Wei Yihang had become a mere supporting actor. This result was something that Wei Yihang absolutely could not accept.

  Looking at the arrogant Wei Yihang in front of him, Wei Hong slightly shook his head and said nothing. He took a step forward, threw out his right fist, and directly attacked Wei Yihang.

  "Looking for death."

  Wei Yihang saw that Wei Hong didn't draw his sword, and actually dared to clash head-on with himself. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and his right hand casually threw a punch. Only seeing Wei Yihang's right fist, mixed with martial energy, flashing blackness, went forward to attack Wei Hong.

  "Boom!"

  The two men collided violently, and the external release of their martial energy forced everyone to retreat backward. Immediately afterward, they saw that Wei Yihang had retreated four steps back, while Wei Hong hadn't moved an inch.

  "What?"

  The boys present showed a look of astonishment on their faces, especially the thin boy at first, whose face was also red with suffocation.

  "Wei Yihang has reached the eighth rank of cultivation, but why was he directly forced to retreat by Wei Hong?" A yellow-clothed youth beside him said in a low and puzzled voice.

  "Yes, no wonder Wei Hong was able to defeat Wei Wuming last time. It seems that he has also made progress in these few days!" A young man in brocade beside him said in a low voice.

  ……

  The young men's discussions did not lower their voices, so Wei Yihang also heard them completely. His face turned bright red as he stared at Wei Hong and said in a loud voice: "Not bad, you have some skills, but that's all there is to it. Just now, I only used less than 70% of my strength."

  As soon as Wei Yihang's voice fell, the other young men showed a look of sudden realization on their faces. No wonder Wei Hong was able to force back Wei Yihang.

  Wei Yihang directly and fiercely charged towards Wei Hong, his face icy cold. His palms slapped towards Wei Hong, at this moment, his fists turned into palms, and the palms turned silver yellow, with a hint of suction power. This was the palm technique that Wei Yihang had cultivated, the Suction Palm.

  As Wei Yihang's move was displayed, the crowd suddenly felt a thread of suction pulling towards Wei Yihang's side, and their faces changed color in unison. They hastily released their martial energy to resist, while their faces also underwent a slight change. With just one palm movement, the remaining aura had such a massive attacking power. The palm wind that was directed at Wei Hong should have borne immense pressure, and this time, he would definitely be unable to withstand it.

  Looking at Wei Yihang's attack, Wei Hong sneered at the corner of his mouth. Wei Yihang had not even used seven parts of his strength, and he hadn't even used five parts. As Wei Yihang approached with a sucking palm, Wei Hong also let out a light drink.

  "King of Fists."

  Wei Hong lightly tapped the ground, his full-force punch landing with a faint sound of collision with the air. His fist was fast and ruthless, directly colliding with Wei Yihang's absorbing palm.

  "Hmph."

  Another collision, Wei Yihang's cold smile froze on his face, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, flying backwards, with a look of shock still on his face.

  Still the same trick, when Wei Yihang exerted his full strength, he was directly blasted away by Wei Hong. At this time, even a fool could see that Wei Yihang was not an opponent for Wei Hong.

  "Despicable."

  Wei Yihang, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly turned pale and terrifying. He bounced back up and charged at Wei Hong again. This time, Wei Yihang's movements were extremely fast as he threw out three palms in a row, each one coming from a different direction and slamming towards Wei Hong.

  Wow!

  Wow!

  Wow!

  Three loud crashes, Wei Hong directly blocked Wei Yihang's attack. At this time, Wei Hong looked at the distant Wei Yihang and said calmly: "Now it's my turn to attack, I won't bully you, just take one of my knives."

  Wei Yihang's face changed drastically, gritting his teeth as he stared at Wei Hong and said in a furious tone: "Hey, you're quite arrogant. Although I may not be able to defeat you, if you think it'll be easy to knock me down, it won't be that simple."

  Wei Hong slightly shook his head, without any intention of boasting, and directly took action. His right hand turned into a palm at the moment it was about to punch out, and at this time, his right palm seemed like a large knife, chopping towards Wei Yi Hang.

  "Too deceitful."

  Wei Hong didn't even draw the large knife on his back, and instead used a single palm strike. Enraged, Wei Yi Hang charged at Wei Hong.

  However, just then, Wei Yihang suddenly felt a pain in his chest. Before he could react, he was directly blown away and flew out. In the moment he fell, Wei Yihang's face still had an expression of uncertainty.

  "I was actually defeated just like that?" Wei Yihang fell to the ground in the distance, his chest bleeding non-stop, and he muttered dully.

  Wei Hong withdrew his hand, gazing at Wei Yi Hang who had fallen far away, without any expression. Since mastering the second form of the Badao, he had been repeatedly practicing on the way here, even without drawing his sword, relying solely on a single palm strike to send Wei Yi Hang flying.

  The young men who had been paying attention all along, at this time, the crows and sparrows were silent, Wei Wuming looked at Wei Hong, also with a hint of astonishment on his face, murmuring: "Actually, it's even stronger."

  Wei Yihang, at this moment, saw the gaze of the young men looking at him, as if it was a mocking and sarcastic look, which made his heart full of hatred, like a madman, directly preparing to attack Wei Hong again.

  "Stop."

  A loud shout rang out, directly blocking Wei Yihang, and a low voice said: "Here, fighting is prohibited. If you really want to fight, wait until you have truly become a member of the Wei family, then engage in a fair duel!"

  Only looking at the scene, a middle-aged woman suddenly appeared, obviously, she was the housekeeper of No. 4 courtyard. Hearing the middle-aged woman's soft drink, Wei Yihang also came to his senses, but when he looked at Wei Hong, he showed a deep hatred.

  Wei Hong didn't care about Wei Yihang's gaze at all. If he didn't provoke himself, that would be fine, but if he really provoked him, Wei Hong wouldn't mind giving him another profound lesson.

  The middle-aged woman arranged a room for Wei Hong and Wei Wuming after finishing her words. This fourth yard is a two-story building, all of which are wooden houses, separated from each other, one by one, these young people, each with their own room.

  "I'm telling you again, no fighting is allowed. Otherwise, you will be deprived of the right to participate in this competition." The middle-aged woman said and left afterwards.

  Wei Hong and Wei Wuming exchanged a few words, then returned to his own room. However, before he could even prepare for cultivation, Wei Ning came in, with a worried look on her face, looking at Wei Hong and saying: "Wei Hong, you're in trouble now."