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"Soul-locking Eagle Hook!"

Wei Ying instantly put a full ten meters between himself and Yang Qi. He sent his chained hook claw striking forward. Like a venomous snake, it arrived before Yang Qi in an instant.

"Boring tricks." Yang Qi shook his head. "I’ll give you three moves. If you can’t injure me by then, you lose."

CLANG!

A golden longsword appeared in his hand. It struck the Hook Claw precisely, sending it flying.

"That was the first move. I hope your second is a little more challenging." Yang Qi stood there holding his sword, watching Wei Ying coldly.

This so-called top prodigy of Sea City, the number one on the Hidden Dragon List, was completely beneath Yang Qi’s notice. Wei Ying might be strong, but in Yang Qi’s eyes, he wasn’t even worth mentioning.

"Kill!"

Wei Ying’s face turned ugly. His terrifying Hook Claw flew out once more, quivering in the air and creating numerous phantoms. Although only one of the attacks was real, the illusions were enough to fool any ordinary person.

Yang Qi shook his head again. His golden longsword slashed out casually. A flash of sword light instantly swept away all the phantoms and sent the Hook Claw flying back. It struck Wei Ying himself, sending him stumbling backward with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"That was the second move. You have one last chance."

Yang Qi looked at Wei Ying with contempt. Wei Ying’s heart, meanwhile, was filled with absolute terror. He had used nearly all his strength, yet he couldn’t even graze Yang Qi. Instead, he was the one who ended up injured. It was simply impossible. Utterly unacceptable.

"Damn it!" Wei Ying roared. "I refuse to believe I can’t defeat you!"

The chained Hook Claw in his hands began to spin around him, accelerating rapidly. It soon formed what looked like a storm of chains that surged toward Yang Qi.

"How dull. If this little trick is your so-called ultimate move, then this battle is over."

Yang Qi shook his head, and his figure flashed.

The next moment, a shriek tore through the air.

The storm of chains came to an abrupt halt.

Yang Qi’s golden longsword was already piercing Wei Ying’s shoulder blade. It was clear he had shown mercy; otherwise, the sword would have gone straight through Wei Ying’s throat.

"Aah! Aah!"

Wei Ying’s wretched screams finally jolted the crowd from their shock. A chorus of gasps erupted. To have given Wei Ying three moves and then defeated him with a single strike was just too terrifying. Wei Ying had been utterly powerless against Yang Qi, looking like nothing more than a complete weakling.

"Impossible, impossible! This shouldn’t be happening! It absolutely shouldn’t!"

Witnessing this scene, the most desperate of all was Zheng Bunai. He had thought Wei Ying’s arrival meant his revenge was at hand. How could he have possibly imagined it would end in Wei Ying’s utter defeat? Not only had Wei Ying’s men lost, but Wei Ying himself had been beaten.

"Nothing is impossible. You’ve just grown accustomed to the tiny patch of sky visible to a frog at the bottom of a well. You’re not bad, it’s true, but people stronger than you are everywhere. I really don’t understand what gives you the confidence to be so arrogant," Yang Qi said, looking at Zheng Bunai with scorn.

He admitted that Wei Ying’s talent was strong. Being accepted as an outer disciple of the Heavenly God Sect meant he couldn’t be too bad. However, even within the Heavenly God Sect, Wei Ying was likely at the bottom of the hierarchy. He truly wondered where these guys got the confidence to be so arrogant.

"AHHHH!" Wei Ying roared like a madman, his eyes filled with humiliation. He couldn’t accept this outcome. How could he lose? How could he lose to some unknown brat? He simply couldn’t accept it.

"You were going to cripple me, weren’t you? Well, I’m the kind of person who believes in an eye for an eye. How others treat me is how I treat them.

"Whatever plans others have for me, I make a point to turn them right back around and make them a reality for them instead. So, are you ready?

"I’m going to cripple you right now."

Yang Qi’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was filled with a terrifying, oppressive force. At that moment, Wei Ying trembled from head to toe. His current status was derived entirely from his cultivation. If he were truly crippled, everything he had achieved would be gone. His position would collapse, leaving him with nothing.

In that instant, Wei Ying was truly afraid. Horror filled his eyes as he shouted, "Save me, Senior Brother, save me!"

"Stop..."

A terrifyingly powerful presence instantly locked onto Yang Qi. Its pressure washed over the crowd like a flood of savage beasts, making everyone tremble. As the voice rang out, Yang Qi’s hand paused. He hadn’t been able to cripple Wei Ying.

A figure slowly approached.

"Senior Brother!"

The newcomer was none other than Wei Ying’s senior brother, Jiang Ran, one of the elite among the Heavenly God Sect’s outer disciples.

Seeing his senior brother, Wei Ying was overjoyed. "Senior Brother, save me! Quickly, save me! This guy is going to cripple me!"

"You really are a piece of trash!" Jiang Ran shook his head, his gaze a mixture of coldness, arrogance, and disdain. He carried himself like an immortal who had descended from the heavens, high above all mortals.

BOOM!

Jiang Ran released his aura.

He was an Overlord Peak! An existence even more terrifying than a Ninth Rank Overlord! He had one foot in another realm entirely!

This is bad! The people of the Bai Mountain Estate grew tense.

Although Master Yi Yang had also broken through to the Overlord Peak realm after soaking in the Medicine Pool, his aura was clearly not as terrifying as this man’s. Who knew how long Jiang Ran had been at this level. Even among Overlord Peaks, the differences could be enormous. Otherwise, there would be no need for a Martial Arts Overlord List. Everyone on the list was an Overlord Peak, yet the gap between number one and number one hundred was as vast as the heavens and the earth.

Although Master Yi Yang was also an Overlord Peak, his combat power was actually inferior to Leng Xue’s. Leng Xue was ranked only one-hundredth on the Martial Arts Overlord List.

Nevertheless, Master Yi Yang still stepped forward to stand in front of Yang Qi. Master Wang, another of Yang Qi’s subordinates who had reached the Overlord Peak, also stepped forward. It was only because their foundations were already strong and their realms high that the baptism of the Medicine Pool had elevated them to such a level.

"Move aside!" Yang Qi said calmly. Master Yi Yang and Master Wang immediately complied, stepping back to stand at his left and right.

Then, Yang Qi looked at Jiang Ran. "You’d better stop. Otherwise, he’ll soon become a cripple—or even a corpse."

The cold light of his sword pressed deeper into Wei Ying’s body. Wei Ying let out a cry of terror, not daring to move a muscle for fear that the slightest twitch would seal his fate.

Jiang Ran stopped, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Anyone else who felt his terrifying presence would have been scared witless long ago. Yet this kid isn’t just unflustered, he’s daring to threaten me? Me, one of the elite outer disciples of the Heavenly God Sect? This kid is a lunatic!