237: Chapter 237 Triple Strikes

True Martial Realm!

This kid really did hide his cultivation!

And he defeated Wang Laosi, a True Martial Second Layer, in one strike!

Although Wang Laosi was injured, this was still too clean and decisive.

"Senior Brother won!"

Hou Xiaojie was the first to jump up and cheer.

The crowd erupted!

"My god! True Martial Realm! I knew he wasn't simple!"

"Victory in one strike! With this strength, he's probably close to True Martial Third Layer, right?"

"What sharp eyes! He caught Wang Laosi's opening perfectly!"

"The Yasui Gang has really kicked an iron plate this time!"

A flash of surprise crossed the eyes of the Governors Mansion commander.

Jing Wutian's gaze tightened, while Sikong Changhe whistled: "Nice!"

Ye Yiyi's beautiful eyes sparkled with interest.

Zhao Chengzhi also cast a sideways glance.

The black-robed elder who came with Wang Laosi felt a flash of cold light in his eyes, and a cold aura fluctuated around him, but upon feeling the gaze sweeping over from the Grey-robed Elder, he forcibly suppressed it.

The Grey-robed Elder spoke indifferently: "Arena Three, Ye Tian wins."

Ye Tian retracted his aura, returning to the appearance of a Ningyuan Eighth Stage, not even looking at Wang Laosi, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, and turned to walk back to the sidelines.

Wang Laosi was hurriedly carried away for treatment by the Yasui Gang followers, having lost all face.

The subsequent matches continued.

With Ye Tian's stunning performance of "defeating a superior with an inferior cultivation," the following duels were particularly eye-catching.

Sikong Changhe faced another Loose Cultivator of True Martial Third Layer. His spear was like a Dragon emerging from the sea, domineering and peerless, knocking his opponent out of the arena within three moves; his strength was formidable.

Ye Yiyi's opponent had a much stranger experience. Despite having comparable cultivation, under Ye Yiyi's phantom-like movement techniques and unpredictable poison arts, the opponent went limp all over in less than ten breaths and conceded, making everyone even more wary of this "Thousand-Faced Poison Fairy."

Zhao Chengzhi did not even draw his sword; merely by using the scabbard to point, stab, parry, and block, he forced a Body Cultivator who specialized in defense into a frantic mess, eventually forcing a concession. His swordsmanship was steady and sharp.

Soon, the first six matches ended, and six winners were produced: Ye Tian, Sikong Changhe, Ye Yiyi, Zhao Chengzhi, the True Martial Fourth Level deputy commander from the Governors Mansion, and a lone swordsman who was lucky enough to receive a bye and advance directly.

"Rest for the time of one incense stick, then the second round of draws will take place to determine the final three qualifiers."

The Grey-robed Elder announced.

The survivors each adjusted their breathing to recover.

After the previous battle, no one dared to underestimate Ye Tian, the "Ningyuan Eighth Stage," anymore.

Many people looked at him with curiosity, wariness, and even a hint of obsequiousness.

Hou Xiaojie felt a sense of reflected glory and straightened his back.

The Mini Dragon Ape yawned out of boredom.

Jing Wutian walked near Ye Tian and took the initiative to speak: "Brother Ye, great skills. I, Jing, misjudged you earlier."

Ye Tian stood up and returned the courtesy politely: "Brother Jing, you overpraise. It was just luck."

"It was not luck."

Jing Wutian shook his head, "Your grasp of timing and control of power are not ordinary. Brother Ye is not from Cangya County, are you?"

"I am a Disciple of the Liuli Xuan Sect, Ye Tian."

Ye Tian said frankly; this was not information that needed to be hidden.

"So you are a talented Disciple of the Liuli Xuan Sect. Disrespectful."

A flash of realization crossed Jing Wutian's eyes. The Liuli Xuan Sect was a major sect in the Northern Territory; it was not surprising that such a talent came from there. "I look forward to sparring with Brother Ye later."

"Brother Jing is too polite." Ye Tian smiled slightly.

He could feel that Jing Wutian's appreciation was genuine, not hypocritical, and he developed a bit more favor for this person.

On the other side, Ye Yiyi also walked over gracefully, her purple gauze swaying, a fragrant breeze blowing in her face, smiling before speaking: "Little brother, you hid it so deep. Even I, your sister, was almost deceived by you."

Her voice carried a natural charm that made one's heart ripple.

However, Ye Tian had a firm will and the protection of the Illusory Sea Heart Sutra, so he was naturally unaffected.

The key was that he had seen a beauty like Yun Zhiying, so he was already immune to ordinary beauties.

Although Ye Yiyi was very beautiful, she was still a notch below Yun Zhiying.

"Miss Ye is joking. It's just a minor trick, not worth mentioning."

"Hehe, you are truly humble."

Ye Yiyi's beautiful eyes flowed, sweeping over Ye Tian as if trying to see through him, "Sister is getting more and more interested in you."

After saying this, she giggled and turned to leave.

Sikong Changhe gave Ye Tian a thumbs-up from afar, while Zhao Chengzhi remained as cold as ever.

The time of one incense stick passed quickly.

The Grey-robed Elder organized the draw again.

This time, Ye Tian drew the number "Two."

And the one who drew the same number was the deputy commander from the Governors Mansion, named Zhao Hegang, a True Martial Fourth Level Peak cultivator. He was burly, had a thick aura, and practiced an Earth-element Cultivation Technique, excelling in defense and strength.

Seeing this matchup, everyone started discussing again.

"Now there's a good show to watch! That kid is up against Commander Zhao from the Governors Mansion!"

"Zhao Hegang is a True Martial Fourth Level Peak. His hard-body training is extremely powerful, and his attacks are heavy and forceful. He is not comparable to a water-trash like Wang Laosi!"

"Although Ye Tian defeated Wang Laosi, it seems he is only at the True Martial First or Second Layer. Against Zhao Hegang, it's probably hanging by a thread..."

"Let's see if he can create a miracle again!"

As everyone discussed, Zhao Hegang had already walked into Arena Two with the strides of a Dragon and a tiger.

This man was burly and as sturdy as a mountain. With every step he took, the ground seemed to sink slightly, showing the solidity of his stance.

He stood firm, cupped his hands in a salute to Ye Tian, his voice like a bell, revealing steadiness: "Little Brother Ye, please!"

There was no slight in his words; instead, it was the respect a Jianghu veteran should have for a worthy opponent.

Ye Tian also walked into the arena slowly, cupping his hands in return, his expression as calm as water: "Commander Zhao, please enlighten me."

His thoughts raced, secretly thinking that this Zhao Hegang's Realm was far beyond what he appeared to be. A head-on collision was definitely not a good strategy. Only by relying on his Martial Dao Will for precise control of power and the agility of the Taixu Star-Shift Steps could he find a chance to win.

"Be careful!"

Zhao Hegang did not say more, gave a low shout, and the aura around him surged suddenly!

The thick Qi of a True Martial Fourth Level Peak burst forth. Earth-yellow light shone from his body, and in an instant, he seemed to merge with the earth beneath his feet. His aura was heavy and solid, standing like an abyss or a mountain, giving a feeling of being unshakeable.

"First strike, Mountain-Crushing!"

Zhao Hegang clenched his right fist tightly. Earth-yellow Qi gathered frantically on his fist like a hundred rivers returning to the sea. Carrying the power to crush mountains, he punched out through the air!

The fist wind condensed into substance, turning into an earth-yellow fist imprint the size of a millstone. It whistled through the air, squeezing the surrounding air to produce a series of explosions!

Ye Tian felt a majestic pressure hitting his face. His eyes narrowed, knowing this punch could not be met head-on! He pushed the Taixu Star-Shift Steps to the limit instantly, his body like a withered lotus in the wind, sliding several feet to the back and side in an instant.

"Boom!"

The earth-yellow fist imprint grazed Ye Tian's clothing and smashed onto the protective light barrier at the edge of the arena, making a deafening sound. The light barrier rippled violently.

Just the dissipated fist wind and energy made Ye Tian's face ache faintly.

"What a fierce force!" Ye Tian was secretly shocked. Zhao Hegang's strength was far beyond that of an ordinary True Martial Fourth Level Martial Artist.

"Second strike, Earth-Splitting!"

With one strike missing, Zhao Hegang changed moves as fast as lightning, his left fist fiercely smashing into the ground!

A powerful and unparalleled shockwave centered on his fist point spread rapidly forward in a fan shape. Wherever it passed, the bluestone ground cracked inch by inch, and gravel splattered!

This was an area-of-effect attack technique, intended to restrict Ye Tian's strange and agile movement technique.

Ye Tian pointed his toes continuously on the ground, his body flying, barely avoiding the core impact of the shockwave. However, his movement was ultimately slowed by the aftermath, causing a momentary stagnation.

"Third strike, Mountain-Shaking!"

How experienced was Zhao Hegang? How could he let go of this fleeting opportunity?

He immediately threw both fists, and two earth-yellow fist imprints, more condensed and larger than before, whistled from both left and right sides. The energy intertwined, actually sealing off most of Ye Tian's evasion space!

"Senior Brother, be careful!" Hou Xiaojie on the sidelines saw this and felt his heart crack, shouting in alarm.

The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath.

Zhao Hegang's three-strike combo—Mountain-Crushing, Earth-Splitting, and Mountain-Shaking—was as fast as thunder, seamlessly connected, almost forcing his opponent into a desperate situation!

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, a sharp light suddenly exploded in Ye Tian's eyes!

Knowing he could not keep retreating, he immediately operated the Dragon Elephant Art inside his body. His muscles and bones made a series of cracking sounds, and a majestic force surged from his limbs!

His Martial Dao Will was highly concentrated, compressing all his strength into his right fist!

He no longer completely hid his aura, raising it to about the True Martial Second Layer, but the condensation of his Fist Intent was far beyond this Realm!

He did not retreat but advanced, his body tilted slightly, letting the left fist imprint pass by with most of its power. His right fist, simple and unadorned, punched straight out, meeting the most powerful fist imprint on the right side head-on!

This punch condensed his profound understanding of the essence of "Force," containing the dual power of penetration and vibration!