225: The competition continues, the end of physical training - Jiang Yan

On the floating island, Qin Wangchuan looked at Ye Jianwei beside him.

At this moment, she was staring blankly in the direction Tongtian Wanyue had left, lost in thought.

“What, feeling reluctant?”

Ye Jianwei gently shook her head: “I just remembered the past.”

“I am luckier than her; I met Young Master.”

Qin Wangchuan chuckled at her words: “That’s not much luck; you suffered a lot in the Qin Family too.”

“No.” Ye Jianwei slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the blindfold, her voice soft as a whisper yet every word clear: “Meeting Young Master is the greatest luck of my life.”

Qin Wangchuan nodded, not responding, but instead turned his gaze back to the arena below.

It was just Jiang Yan’s turn, and his opponent was a Body Cultivator.

As soon as Jiang Yan stepped onto the arena, he felt a heavy sense of oppression.

Sun Yu, standing opposite him, slowly stretched his neck, his joints cracking crisply.

This Body Cultivator had left a deep impression on Jiang Yan in previous matches—his punches were incredibly fierce and unmatched, and even more terrifying was his astonishing speed, often unleashing several punches in an instant, giving his opponents no time to react.

“You’re Jiang Yan, right?” Sun Yu grinned, revealing his stark white teeth, “I watched your last match carefully.”

He suddenly dropped his smile, his eyes sharp as knives: “Everyone says you’re amazing, but I can tell…”

“There was a problem with that match.” He took a step forward, and the arena trembled slightly, “Your opponent was completely cooperating with you, putting on a show!”

Pale golden Protective Aura began to condense around Sun Yu, his voice filled with undisguised contempt:

“What I despise most in my life are the weak, especially those like you, who need to fake matches to win!”

He had expected to provoke Jiang Yan slightly.

But he didn’t expect that this sudden accusation would make Jiang Yan slightly stunned, then show a confused expression: “What do you mean?”

“I don’t understand.”

At this, it was Sun Yu who was speechless.

“Begin!”

The moment the referee gave the order, Jiang Yan dared not be careless.

His body erupted with thunderous Qi—Myriad Tribulation Thunder Furnace, First Gear, activated!

Blood-colored lightning, like an enraged Dragon, coiled around his body, and Jiang Yan’s muscles rapidly swelled in the lightning.

Just as his power was about to break through the critical point—

“Whoosh!”

A gust of strong wind hit him, and in just the blink of an eye, Jiang Yan’s vision was completely filled by a massive fist!

The fist was as big as a sandbag, covered with a pale blue Protective Aura on its knuckles, and even the air twisted and trembled in its wake.

Too fast!

There was no time to react at all!

Jiang Yan’s mind was still in the stage of activating his Cultivation Technique, but his body had instinctively sensed a fatal threat.

He couldn't dodge it!

This hit, it would hurt a lot, wouldn't it?

This thought exploded in his mind like a clap of thunder.

A cry of despair rose in Jiang Yan’s heart: It’s over, my life, my future, Big Brother’s expectations, Father’s waiting, Senior Sister’s gentleness, they… His mind hadn't reacted yet, but his body had already moved first.

Jiang Yan's left hand casually parried the opponent's attack, and his right fist counterattacked with the momentum, easily deflecting the thunderous blow!

They are fine! I am fine too!

Sun Yu was shaken by the punch and retreated seven steps before he could barely stand firm; he suddenly looked up, his eyes full of surprise and doubt:

“Playing the pig to eat the tiger?”

Jiang Yan, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot, staring blankly at his own fist.

“What… what happened?”

After a long moment of thought, his eyes suddenly lit up:

“It’s because I’m strong, isn’t it!”

Just as Jiang Yan was still delighted by his sudden burst of power, several gazes from below the stage had already locked onto him.

Feng Qingjue leaned casually in the corner of the spectator stands, her legs crossed, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest of her seat.

It was clearly an ordinary chair, yet she sat on it with the Aura of a throne.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes: “Seemingly full of flaws… in fact, full of flaws, but… his Battle Intent, etched into his bones, compensates for this perfectly.”

“Striking later but arriving first, the body moving before the mind—this is clearly the highest Realm of a Body Cultivator.”

The Prodigies beside her exchanged glances, clearly seeing the intent of recruitment in her eyes.

Sure enough, the next moment.

“He’s an interesting person.” Feng Qingjue tapped her finger, “Go investigate his background.”

Not far away, Gu Tianye stood with his hands behind his back, golden flames unconsciously swirling around him.

“Interesting.” The Battle Intent in his eyes grew stronger, “To reach the Peak of a Body Cultivator at this age, he’s an opponent…”

The blue-clad woman softly reminded him: “Tianye, this person is a bit strange; you need to be careful if you encounter him.”

“So what?” Gu Tianye laughed loudly, “No matter how he changes, I will break it with sheer force!”

After speaking, his gaze swept around, burning brightly: “So many strong cultivators; I came to the right place this time.”

“To fight against the heroes of the world, this is the Dao I, Gu Tianye, pursue!”

While everyone had their own opinions, only Qin Wangchuan knew.

This kid simply got hit too much and acted without thinking.

On the stage.

Just as Sun Yu was filled with surprise and uncertainty, lightning once again surged around Jiang Yan.

“I am not weak, but my opponent is not as strong as I imagined.”

“I can win! I can win!”

This time, Jiang Yan took the initiative to attack.

After the unexpected turn of events, his confidence soared.

His figure was like lightning, his punches like Dragons, each strike carrying astonishing explosive power.

“A powerful punch!”

Sun Yu hastily raised his arms to block, but his face changed drastically the moment of impact.

The immense power of the lightning far exceeded his estimation; his Protective Aura only lasted for less than an instant before shattering!

His own boxing style, known for its speed, was useless at this moment.

No matter where he attacked from, no matter how fast he was, Jiang Yan could always block him with ease.

Finally.

“Bang!”

Another perfectly executed straight punch landed, and although Sun Yu blocked with his arms, he was still sent flying backward by the immense force, directly falling out of the arena boundaries.

The referee immediately announced loudly: “Victor, Jiang Yan!”

Amidst the uproar, Sun Yu awkwardly got to his feet, not even bothering with pleasantries, covering his face and pushing through the crowd to flee in a hurry—

He had loudly proclaimed his dislike for the weak, yet he himself had lost so thoroughly; he had lost a lot of face.

The competition continued.

After half a month of competition, finally, the finals began.