76: Chapter 76 Shocking the Entire Audience
"What?"
Ye Yunfeng's pupils contracted sharply, his expression changing drastically.
The Aura exploding from Han Ming was not that of the Martial Master he had assumed, but rather that of a Peak 8-star Grand Martial Master!
8-star Grand Martial Master!
A student from a small place like Jiangbei actually possessed the strength of an 8-star Grand Martial Master?
This thought flashed through Ye Yunfeng's mind, but what shocked him even more was yet to come.
The power contained within that palm strike from Han Ming, that force that made his Soul tremble.
Could it be True Intent?
How is that possible? How could an 8-star Grand Martial Master comprehend True Intent?
As the Young Lord of the Ye Family in Modu, he understood True Intent all too well.
That was a Realm that only a Martial King could touch!
How many Martial Marquises spent their entire lives unable to comprehend True Intent, stuck at the Peak of the Martial Marquis Realm, unable to Breakthrough for their whole lives.
And yet, this bumpkin from Jiangbei had actually comprehended True Intent while being an 8-star Grand Martial Master?
Ye Yunfeng had no time to think, as Han Ming's palm wind was already rushing towards his face. He hurriedly changed his stance and met it with a palm of his own.
"Boom!"
The two palms collided, emitting a dull, thunderous sound. A wave of air exploded outwards, and the defensive formation patterns on the arena flickered violently, as if they might shatter at any moment.
Ye Yunfeng felt an overwhelming, mountain-toppling force surge towards him; the Wind and Thunder True Intent contained within that power was purer and more violent than his own Wind-Thunder Spirit Body.
His arm instantly went numb, and his body, like a kite with a broken string, flew backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.
"Pfft—"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Ye Yunfeng's face instantly turned deathly pale.
The entire venue fell into deathly silence.
In the stands, everyone stood up in disbelief.
No one spoke, no one jeered, and no one even dared to breathe.
They widened their eyes, staring in disbelief at the plainly dressed, black-haired youth on the arena.
8-star Grand Martial Master! True Intent!
The combination of these two terms had a more shocking impact than seeing Ye Yunfeng sent flying by a single palm strike.
"Impossible... This is impossible..." Zhao Tianci stood in the stands, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg, muttering to himself.
Qian Wubing, Sun Haoran, and the others also looked deathly pale; just a moment ago, they had been jeering, demanding that Han Ming kneel and kowtow.
Little did they know, they were the clowns themselves.
The discussions in the stands instantly erupted.
"8-star Grand Martial Master! That Han Ming from Jiangbei is actually an 8-star Grand Martial Master?"
"My god, how could a small place like Jiangbei produce such a Genius?"
"There are three thousand freshmen at Modu Martial Arts University this year, and fewer than five hundred have reached the Great Martial Master Realm. Those above the 8-star Grand Martial Master level can be counted on one hand!"
"The power of his palm strike is definitely not something an ordinary 8-star Grand Martial Master could unleash. That power... it's True Intent!"
"True Intent? Impossible! How could a Great Martial Master comprehend True Intent?"
"I saw it with my own eyes! The power of the Concept contained in that palm strike is definitely True Intent!"
An elderly instructor with gray hair stood up, his eyes filled with shock. He was a senior instructor at Modu Martial Arts University, a Peak Martial Emperor, who had been teaching for decades and had seen countless Geniuses.
Yet, in his entire life, he had seen fewer than ten people who comprehended True Intent as an 8-star Grand Martial Master, and each of them had extraordinary backgrounds, later becoming super powerhouses at or above the Martial Venerable level.
"Wind and Thunder True Intent... and it's not just the entry level; it's firmly at the first level of True Intent," an old instructor muttered. "This child has a limitless future."
Several instructors nearby also stood up, their eyes burning as they looked at Han Ming.
"Old Zhou, I want this student; don't fight me for him."
"Why should I? I Cultivate Wind-Thunder attribute Cultivation Techniques; he's most suitable to come under my tutelage."
"Alright, stop arguing, you all. Such a Genius is not someone we can teach."
One instructor interrupted their argument, instantly pouring cold water on them.
Hearing this, the others quieted down. Yes! How could it possibly be their turn to teach such a Genius?
The old fogies were probably all fighting to take him as a disciple!
Li Xuewei stood in the stands, covering her mouth with her small hands, her eyes red. She looked at the upright figure on the arena, an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.
8-star Grand Martial Master... Han Ming was actually an 8-star Grand Martial Master!
She remembered the first time she saw Han Ming; he was still a famous playboy at school, chasing after Su Wanning every day. At that time, he was only a Martial Apprentice.
In just a few short months, he had already reached a height she could only look up to.
"No wonder he was never in a hurry to Cultivate..." Li Xuewei muttered. "So, he had already been this strong all along."
Lin Fan's expression was grave, his gaze fixed intently on Han Ming. His shock was no less than anyone else's.
8-star Grand Martial Master, True Intent.
He knew better than anyone what it meant to put these two terms together.
What shocked him even more was the palm technique Han Ming had used.
Wind-Thunder Palm.
That was the High Grade Profound Rank Martial Skill that Principal Wang had given him; he had practiced it for several months and had only barely reached the Major Achievement Realm. Yet, the Wind-Thunder Palm Han Ming had displayed was clearly at the Perfection Realm, or even beyond Perfection, having integrated the Wind and Thunder True Intent.
When did he learn the Wind-Thunder Palm?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lin Fan's mind. Could it be that Han Ming also had some fortuitous encounter? Or perhaps... the mysterious Master behind him had also taught him the same Martial Skill?
Gong Shuting sat in the stands, her expression as calm as water, but her heart was already churning with raging waves.
8-star Grand Martial Master. Wind and Thunder True Intent. Perfection Realm Wind-Thunder Palm.
These pieces of information intertwined and collided in her mind, pointing to a conclusion she dared not believe.
The Aura of that black-robed person was too similar to Han Ming's.
Could Han Ming be that mysterious person who took her as a disciple?
No, that's impossible. How could Han Ming, a disciple of an ordinary third-rate Family, possess a Divine-Grade Cultivation Technique like the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture?
Gong Shuting quickly dismissed her own thought.
But Han Ming definitely had an intricate connection with her mysterious Master.
Thinking about how Han Ming had a mysterious Master, Gong Shuting already had a guess in her heart.
It was very likely that Han Ming's Master was her own mysterious Master, which meant that she was very likely Han Ming's Junior Sister.
Having figured this out, her gaze towards Han Ming had changed.
Before, she had only regarded Han Ming as a fellow townsman from the provinces, but now she truly regarded Han Ming as one of her own.
On the arena, Ye Yunfeng struggled to stand up, his face deathly pale, blood still hanging from the corner of his mouth. His arm was still trembling, the web between his thumb and index finger split open, and blood was dripping down his fingers.
He stared at Han Ming, his eyes filled with disbelief and unwillingness.
"You... you actually comprehended True Intent?" His voice was hoarse.
Han Ming did not answer, only saying indifferently: "You lost."
Ye Yunfeng's expression became even uglier.
Lost? Admit defeat in front of thousands of people? Admit defeat in front of Han Qingyue?
He, Ye Yunfeng, could not afford to lose face like that!
"I haven't lost yet!"
Ye Yunfeng gritted his teeth and waved his hand. A three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand, its blade shimmering with flowing light, with faint arcs of electricity flashing across it.
A High Grade Profound Rank weapon—the Qinglei Sword, forged using the bones of an Imperial-level Lightning-attribute exotic beast.
It contained powerful lightning force, and when used in conjunction with his Wind-Thunder Spirit Body, its power was multiplied.
He forcibly channeled the Protective Aura within his body.
A silvery-blue light ignited around him once again, even more violent than before.
A Low Grade Earth Rank Martial Skill driven by a Low Grade Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique, erupting with full force!
The Aura was terrifying.
"Wind-Thunder Sword Technique—Third Form!"
Ye Yunfeng roared, and the silvery-blue light on the Qinglei Sword intensified greatly.
The power of this sword strike was enough to kill an ordinary 1-star Martial Ancestor.
Feeling the might of this sword strike, everyone looked towards the arena, holding their breath.
They wanted to see if Han Ming could withstand this strongest strike from Ye Yunfeng.
"That's enough, Ye Yunfeng, stop."
In the viewing stands, Han Qingyue felt the power of Ye Yunfeng's sword strike, her expression changed, and she quickly stood up and shouted at Ye Yunfeng on the arena.
Even if Han Ming had comprehended the first level of True Intent, without a weapon, it wouldn't be easy to withstand this sword strike.
She did not want this person, who might be her younger brother, to get hurt in front of her.
Although there was a Martial King-level referee instructor nearby, what if they couldn't rescue him in time?
It wasn't as if similar incidents hadn't happened before at Modu Martial Arts University.