47: Chapter 47 Is this your source of confidence?

"Zhao Tianlong is the number one Genius of Shiyun City, at the 9th Stage of Martial Master Realm. How could he possibly win?"

"Killing a few small fries just now was fine, but against Zhao Tianlong, he is undoubtedly going to die!"

The discussions reached his ears, and they were all pessimistic.

Wang Yuyan also stopped, holding her short sword, watching this scene with great interest, her eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.

Wu Yun, Fang Yang, and the others held their breath, waiting to see Ye Yun get crushed.

Facing Zhao Tianlong's monstrous rage and the pessimism of the entire crowd, Ye Yun only slightly raised his head.

Beneath the mask, his lips curled into an extremely cold and disdainful arc.

He slowly raised his hand and gripped the rusted iron sword at his waist.

His voice was calm, but carried an arrogance that looked down upon the world:

"Seeking death?"

"You are not qualified enough."

On the martial stage, killing intent exploded.

Golden light surged around Zhao Tianlong, and the aura of the Peak of the 9th Stage of Martial Master Realm swept across the area without reservation.

His Mystic Power condensed into a solid form, and every punch he threw carried a sharp sound that tore through the air.

"You hiding, cowardly bastard, die for me!"

He roared, his fist wind like thunder, striking directly at Ye Yun's face.

In Zhao Tianlong's view, his strength at the Peak of the 9th Stage...

...crushing a masked man who suddenly appeared was merely a trivial task; he could trample him underfoot within three Moves.

But the next second, his expression changed drastically.

Ye Yun did not dodge or evade, and similarly threw a punch.

Bang—!!

The loud noise of colliding Mystic Power made everyone's eardrums numb, and both men retreated three steps simultaneously.

Zhao Tianlong's pupils suddenly constricted, his face full of disbelief:

"You... you are also at the 9th Stage of Martial Master Realm?!"

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves!

The entire venue instantly exploded.

"What?! That masked man is also at the 9th Stage of Martial Master Realm?!"

"When did Shiyun City get such a character? Why have I never heard of him?"

"He hid himself too deeply! He is actually at the same Realm as Zhao Tianlong!"

Wang Yuyan's fingers holding the short sword tightened slightly, her lively eyes staring fixedly at Ye Yun, her heart in turmoil.

She knew the experts of the younger generation in Shiyun City like the back of her hand, but she had absolutely no impression of this person.

Where on earth did this monster pop out from?

On the viewing platform, Su Wanqing covered her mouth tightly with her small hands.

Her eyes were full of worry, staring unblinkingly at the figures fighting on the stage, her heart in her throat.

Su Zhennan also stood up, his expression solemn, his fists clenched tightly.

The fierce battle on the stage intensified.

Fist shadows, sword light, and Mystic Power storms intertwined, fighting to a standstill.

Zhao Tianlong became more alarmed and solemn the more he fought.

What he thought would be a crushing battle had actually turned into an evenly matched stalemate; Ye Yun's movement technique was eerie, and his Moves were ruthless.

Every response was perfectly timed, and he was not at a disadvantage at all.

"Who exactly are you?! There is absolutely no such person as you in Shiyun City!"

Zhao Tianlong shouted, his tone having long lost its initial disdain, leaving only solemnity and fear.

Ye Yun swept his rusted sword horizontally and sneered: "The person who will take your life."

Before the words faded, Zhao Tianlong suddenly let out a fierce roar!

The Mystic Power around his body surged violently!

"Break for me—!!"

An aura several times stronger than before soared into the sky, golden Mystic Power burning like flames; 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm!

He had actually made a Breakthrough during the fierce battle!

The entire venue was silent for a moment, then erupted into earth-shattering exclamations!

"He broke through! Zhao Tianlong has broken through to the 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm!"

"A 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm under twenty years old! This is a once-in-a-millennium Genius!"

"Now the masked man is doomed to lose! The gap is too big!"

The viewing platform instantly boiled over.

The heads of the major families stood up one after another, cupping their hands to Zhao Shanhe in praise, the sound of flattery unending.

"City Lord Zhao is mighty! You have taught your son well!"

"A 10th Stage under twenty! His future is limitless!"

"This time, the spot for the Four Great Sects will surely be in the pocket of Young Master Zhao!"

Zhao Shanhe held his head high, full of pride, smiling from ear to ear, and waved his hand.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. My son just had a bit of good luck!"

On the high platform, Envoy Li from Tianyang Academy's eyes shone brightly, his folding fan snapped shut with a "swish," and he nodded in satisfaction.

A 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm under twenty years old is enough to enter Tianyang Academy as an Outer Sect Disciple!

This deal is passable.

The old man from Lieyang Martial Gate also nodded slightly, and the envoy from Qingfeng Sword Sect's eyes flickered.

Only the woman from Luoxue Sect remained cold, but her gaze was firmly locked on Ye Yun.

The people on the stage reacted differently.

Wang Yuyan's pupils contracted, and she sighed inwardly.

He really broke through... I am only at the Peak of the 9th Stage now; I am definitely not his match.

The dark-skinned Loose Cultivator youth's expression also changed, his fists tightly clenched, his eyes full of shock and helplessness.

The 10th Stage Realm was already a height he could look up to but never reach.

Feeling the surging power within his body, Zhao Tianlong looked down at Ye Yun and laughed wildly:

"Hahaha! Do you see? This is the gap!"

"I am the Child of Destiny, breaking through in battle, 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm! What do you have to fight me with?!"

"Kneel down and beg for mercy now, and I might leave you a whole corpse!"

Ye Yun stood where he was, watching him show off, the corners of his mouth beneath the mask slowly curling into a sneer.

10th Stage of Martial Master Realm?

Is this your confidence?

The next moment.

The aura on Ye Yun's body changed drastically!

Silent, restrained, and unfathomable Mystic Power erupted like a sleeping volcano, cyan Mystic Power wrapping around his body.

An aura no less formidable than Zhao Tianlong's soared straight into the clouds!

10th Stage of Martial Master Realm!

The entire venue was silent!

Everyone widened their eyes, looking at Ye Yun as if they had seen a ghost.

"Te... 10th Stage?! He is also at the 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm?!"

"My god! What kind of day is it today? Two 10th Stage Geniuses under twenty years old?!"

"This is too outrageous! It's getting more and more interesting!"

The wild laughter on Zhao Tianlong's face instantly froze, his expression completely twisted, pointing at Ye Yun, his voice trembling.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! How could you also be at the 10th Stage?!"

Ye Yun's rusted sword pointed diagonally at the ground, his tone indifferent as ice.

"If you can break through, why can't I?"

"Zhao Tianlong, your death date has arrived."

The fierce battle erupted once again!

This time, it was a collision between two 10th Stage of Martial Master Realm experts at their Peak!

Sword light like lightning, fist wind like a Dragon!

Ye Yun executed his Qingfeng Step to the extreme, his figure erratic, his rusted sword strikes fatal, with the Wind-Thunder Saber Technique hidden within, every strike carrying the might of wind and thunder.

Zhao Tianlong attacked violently, but couldn't even touch the corner of Ye Yun's clothes, instead being forced to retreat step by step by the sword light, in a sorry state.

"Impossible! I don't believe it!"

"I am the Young Lord of the City Lord's Mansion, I am the number one Genius of Shiyun City, I cannot lose to a hiding piece of trash like you!"

Zhao Tianlong roared frantically, his Moves becoming increasingly chaotic, full of openings.

Ye Yun's eyes turned cold, seizing the opening, he slammed a palm heavily onto his chest!

"Bang—!"

Zhao Tianlong was struck hard, vomiting blood, flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, his bones seemingly shattered for the most part, his Mystic Power instantly dissipating.

Ye Yun walked forward slowly, his rusted sword pointing directly at his throat, without the slightest mercy.