82: Chapter 82 Taking the Explosive Qi Pill

Blood dripped from the corners of Wang Peng's mouth, his clothes tattered, yet his eyes became incomparably crazed, like a dying wolf.

He stared fixedly at Ye Yun, his resentment almost overflowing.

Then, as if remembering something.

Wang Peng tremblingly reached into his Storage Pouch and pulled out that blood-red qi burst pill that Sun Hao had given him.

His fingertips gripped it tightly, a flash of determination passing through his eyes.

"Ye Yun, I am not reconciled... It is impossible for me to lose to you!"

He let out a roar, shoved the qi burst pill into his mouth, and swallowed it hard!

"That is a qi burst pill!"

"It is a forbidden pill that overdraws life to temporarily boost cultivation! Wang Peng has gone mad!"

Panic-stricken shouts erupted from under the stage instantly.

No one expected that Wang Peng would be ruthless to such an extent.

Before the words had faded, the Aura on Wang Peng's body on the arena began to surge crazily!

Great Martial Master Level 3!

Great Martial Artist Fourth Level!

Great Martial Artist Fourth Level Peak!

In just an instant, his cultivation broke through the shackles and directly stepped into the Great Martial Master Level 5 Early Stage!

But accompanying this was an extreme, wretched state.

The blood vessels all over his body tightened and bulged, like small green snakes coiled on the surface of his skin, and blood seeped from his face.

His skin began to crack, oozing beads of blood, and his body swelled slightly.

His entire body emitted violent and chaotic Mystic Power.

The whole person was like a monster suffering from Qi Deviation, no longer having any semblance of his former self.

"Ah—!"

Wang Peng let out a painful and crazed roar, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

He picked up the black iron broadsword from the ground, his scarlet eyes locked onto Ye Yun, carrying a determination of no return.

"Ye Yun! I want you to be buried with me! Even if I burn out my life, I will drag you to die with me!"

He was willing to overdraw his life just to drag Ye Yun to death together!

"Mountain Crushing Earth Splitting Blade!"

He poured all his strength, infusing all the Mystic Power generated by the qi burst pill into the broadsword.

The black blade radiance surged to dozens of zhang, carrying an Aura that could destroy the heavens and earth, and slashed fiercely towards Ye Yun!

Where the blade wind passed, the air was torn apart, emitting harsh explosions.

The Aura of mutual destruction swept across the entire arena!

This time, everyone thought Ye Yun would definitely lose!

Ye Yun's brows suddenly furrowed, his expression becoming serious for the first time, thinking to himself.

A qi burst pill?

Such a forbidden pill has extremely strong side effects and will completely overdraw his Origin vitality; he is acting like a cornered dog, determined to die together!

Although the temporarily boosted cultivation is fake, its power cannot be underestimated; he must handle it carefully!

Above the viewing pavilion, Zhao Xinyue's small face crinkled, full of anger.

"This bad guy is too despicable! He actually used a forbidden pill! Sister Wanyao, will Ye Yun be in danger?"

Mu Wanyao's expression tightened slightly, a trace of worry appearing in her gentle eyes as she stared fixedly at the arena.

"The qi burst pill forcibly raises cultivation but burns life; its power is extremely domineering. Ye Yun... must be careful."

In a corner under the arena.

Hope reignited in Sun Hao's eyes as he stared fixedly at the arena.

Murong Yun sneered in the pavilion, his face full of disdain.

"An Outer Sect newcomer is ultimately unable to withstand a single blow; this time, he is doomed."

Elder Zhou Tong at the side of the stage frowned, already prepared to intervene and save someone.

On the arena.

Ye Yun's expression became completely serious.

He knew that Flowing Cloud Palm could no longer block this strike; he must use Setting Sun Fist!

He no longer held back, his golden Mystic Power soaring into the sky, like a blazing sun blooming.

The scorching and vigorous Aura swept across the entire arena!

He clenched his right fist, golden light swirling around it, and let out a great shout that shook the surroundings:

"Setting Sun Fist, First Stance—Rising Setting Sun!"

The golden fist radiance transformed into a Rising Setting Sun, scorching, domineering, and indestructible.

Meeting that black blade radiance, they collided with a roar!

"Boom—!"

A heaven-shaking loud noise resounded through the clouds, the arena runes flashing crazily to resist the terrifying shockwave.

Disciples under the stage were pushed back repeatedly by the air waves, dust flying and obscuring their vision.

Everyone held their breath, staring fixedly at the dust-filled arena.

The next second, the golden fist radiance broke through like bamboo, directly crushing the black blade radiance.

The remaining force, like a thunderbolt, slammed fiercely into Wang Peng's chest!

"Pfft—!"

Wang Peng let out a miserable scream.

His body, like a kite with a broken string, flew directly out of the arena.

He slammed heavily onto the ground several zhang away, unable to get up again.

Even more terrifyingly, the side effects of the qi burst pill erupted completely!

His black hair turned snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, his skin wrinkled and aged rapidly, and his muscles withered.

In a short moment, he went from a man in his prime to a decrepit old man.

His life force faded rapidly, his breathing became weaker and weaker, and finally, it completely fell into stillness.

Dead.

Wang Peng, had completely perished.

The dust settled, and Ye Yun's straight figure stood in the center of the arena.

The golden Mystic Power slowly receded, his clothes neat, unscathed.

The whole place was dead silent.

Elder Zhou Tong flew forward, checked Wang Peng's breath, shook his head, his tone complex.

"The qi burst pill burned out his life; he brought this upon himself. In the life-and-death battle, Ye Yun is the victor."

Immediately, he turned his head to look at Ye Yun, his eyes full of undisguised admiration.

"Good lad, at Great Martial Artist Fourth Level, you killed a pseudo-Level 5 across ranks. Your talent is peerless, and your future is limitless!"

As the words fell, mountain-shaking and sea-roaring cheers erupted from under the stage!

Zhao Hu and the other three rushed forward, cheering and jumping with excitement around Ye Yun;

The gazes of the Outer Sect Disciples towards Ye Yun.

Changed from initial questioning and mockery to complete awe and worship;

Sun Hao collapsed on the ground, his face ashen.

He knew he had completely become a thorn in Ye Yun's side, with no chance of turning things around.

Above the viewing pavilion, Zhao Xinyue jumped and cheered, her small face flushed red.

"He won! Ye Yun won! So cool! Sister Wanyao, he really won!"

Mu Wanyao stood by the railing, strange brilliance flowing in her gentle eyes.

Staring fixedly at the youth on the arena, her inner curiosity and amazement grew stronger.

Great Martial Artist Fourth Level, defeating an enemy across ranks, and possessing such exquisite fist techniques...

What exactly is this youth's background?

The Luoxue Sect is likely to be stirred up because of him.

...

Ye Yun stood in the center of the arena, his gaze slowly falling on Wang Peng's old and shriveled corpse under the stage.

His brows furrowed imperceptibly.

Then he shook his head gently, with no pity in his heart, only an understanding of the cruelty of the cultivation world.

Survival of the fittest is the iron law on the path of cultivation.

Wang Peng was aggressive from the beginning, snatching Martial Skills and forcing a life-and-death battle; he harbored evil intentions from the start.

In the end, he was willing to take the qi burst pill to burn out his life just to die together; his obsession was too deep.

Ending up like this is purely his own doing; he cannot blame others.

Ye Yun withdrew his gaze, and the Mystic Power around him completely returned to calm.

The scorching and domineering Fist Intent from just now dissipated without a trace, and he returned to his usual calm and indifferent self.

Elder Zhou Tong walked slowly to Ye Yun's side, his aged face full of praise.

He raised his hand and patted Ye Yun's shoulder gently, his tone carrying a rare affability, completely devoid of the majesty of an Enforcement Elder.