136: Chapter 136 First Place in the Martial Arts Competition (Part Two)

"Is that so?" Seeing Wei Jiajun's smug expression, Ye Yisong responded calmly, his emotions barely fluctuating despite his Green Lotus being shattered.

Drawing his sword, he stepped in the Seven-Star pattern, his figure drifting lightly toward Wei Jiajun. With his sword leading, like a swallow returning to its nest, he clashed with Wei Jiajun's golden silk gloves in an instant, the sound of metal colliding ringing out incessantly.

Wei Jiajun's Lihuo Bagua Palm was no ordinary technique; with every move and stance, he completely parried Ye Yisong's lethal strikes, preventing the sword tip from coming even a fraction closer to his body.

This demonstrated the profound foundation of a great clan. Although the material used to refine Wei Jiajun's golden silk gloves was unknown, they were rare Grade 4 Magical Artifacts. Even without circulating Spiritual Qi, the gloves' inherent defense was enough to withstand the attacks of Ye Yisong's Green Lotus Sword Arts.

At the same time, he perfectly dodged Ye Yisong's strange blue light, leaving Ye Yisong momentarily unsure of how to proceed.

The Green Lotus was accurately struck by Wei Jiajun's fireballs and could not achieve results. In close-quarters combat, Wei Jiajun was completely equal to Ye Yisong, fighting him with ease and showing no signs of weakness.

Furthermore, based on Ye Yisong's observation, Wei Jiajun was likely wearing Grade 4 precious armor; even if he broke through the golden silk gloves, it was unlikely he could injure him. He was truly a troublesome opponent.

"Kid, is that all you've got? I thought you were stronger than this. Take this palm strike!" Wei Jiajun looked at Ye Yisong with even greater smugness; seeing Ye Yisong helpless against him made him feel quite satisfied.

Wei Jiajun's entire palm was covered in a red glow as he struck toward Ye Yisong's face. Ye Yisong was secretly shocked, knowing it would be bad to take the strike head-on, so he dodged slightly to the right, decisively avoiding the palm.

Before Ye Yisong could react, Wei Jiajun changed his strike from a palm to a chop, his right hand slamming downward onto Ye Yisong's chest. Ye Yisong had nowhere to dodge and could only take the strike with his body, though he used his sword to block a portion of the force, causing the sword in his hand to be knocked away.

Wei Jiajun landed the hit, but felt little joy; his right hand, which had struck Ye Yisong's chest, was firmly gripped by Ye Yisong's blue-glowing iron hand, unable to move.

Feeling the localized chaos of Spiritual Qi within his body, Wei Jiajun's expression changed drastically, thinking to himself: "I've been tricked!"

Ye Yisong himself was wearing the High Grade Grade 4 golden silk armor gifted to him by Clan Leader Ye Tuanhui. Additionally, having consumed a large amount of Grade 4 Yao Beast meat during this period, his Physical Body cultivation had long reached the Great Perfection of the third grade, with no room for further advancement.

Taking Wei Jiajun's palm strike head-on was completely fine.

After the Spiritual Qi circulating in Wei Jiajun's right hand and various Meridians was disrupted by Ye Yisong's blue light, it didn't just affect his right hand. Like pulling a single hair that moves the whole body, starting from his right hand, the Spiritual Qi in all his Meridians began to show signs of turbulence.

Courtesy demands reciprocity. Since Wei Jiajun had given Ye Yisong a palm strike, Ye Yisong returned the favor. Relying solely on the power of his Physical Body, he struck Wei Jiajun with all his might, sending him flying.

At the same time, he "gifted" three Nine-Colored Green Lotus blooms, which quickly closed in on Wei Jiajun's head, arms, and thighs—areas with relatively weaker defense. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would severely injure him.

Just as Wei Jiajun managed to force out the blue light that had entered his body, he saw the three Green Lotus blooms explode around him. The terrifying energy of the Spiritual Qi instantly engulfed him.

"What powerful Green Lotus!"

"Ye Yisong didn't actually blow Wei Jiajun to death, did he?"

"How is that possible? As a seeded player from one of the three major giants, how could he be killed by an explosion so easily?"

The many Martial Artists below once again witnessed the birth of a mushroom cloud. While marveling at Ye Yisong's strength, they did not believe that Wei Jiajun would die on the arena floor just like that.

Reality proved them right. As the smoke cleared slightly, a bloodied figure stood in the heart of the explosion, hands crossed to protect his face.

"Even that didn't kill you? You're really hard to kill." Ye Yisong tapped his right foot back and raised his sword to thrust forward again. Just as he was about to pierce Wei Jiajun's throat, he finally stopped his forward momentum.

Because Wei Jiajun had urgently raised one of his bloody hands and shouted weakly: "I admit defeat!"

Wei Jiajun had ultimately been careless. He thought that landing a palm strike on Ye Yisong's chest would be enough to finish him. He hadn't expected the opponent to also be wearing Grade 4 precious armor—and certainly not Low Grade armor. It had to be at least Medium Grade, perhaps even High Grade; otherwise, even if Ye Yisong had achieved success in Body Refining, it would be impossible to take an attack with 80% of his power without suffering any injuries.

"Cough, cough, cough... Ye Yisong, you won this time. We'll meet again at the Provincial Examination. I will definitely take back what I lost today!" Wei Jiajun coughed up several blood clots and, unwilling to accept defeat, challenged Ye Yisong to a rematch at the Provincial Examination.

"Oh, I'll be waiting. I hope you still have today's confidence when you see me then." Ye Yisong replied indifferently. With his Spiritual Root talent, in five years, he might have already broken through to the Middle Stage or even Late Stage of Martial Ancestor. Why would he fear Wei Jiajun catching up? The gap between them would only grow wider.

Now, only three Martial Artists remained in the Prefecture Examination: Ye Yisong, Young Master Qi, and Wang Xianliang.

The final match was about to arrive!

Official Wu Tian looked at the three people in front of him, feeling a bit sour inside. It's easy to enjoy the shade when you're leaning against a big tree!

Although he had broken through to the Martial Ancestor realm decades ago, judging by the talent these little guys had revealed, it wouldn't be long before they caught up to him.

When Official Wu Tian was their age, he was still struggling to survive in the wild! It was only later, by a stroke of luck, that he met his benefactor, Vice Prefect Wu Jin, which allowed him to soar to success, and even his family lived a prosperous life with him.

"Go."

Official Wu Tian activated the spinning wheel in the sky once more. The three names spun again, finally pointing to Ye Yisong's name. This meant that Ye Yisong could rest for a while, waiting for Young Master Qi and Wang Xianliang to determine the winner before entering the arena to fight the loser.

Young Master Qi and Wang Xianliang looked at Ye Yisong helplessly. They were at a huge disadvantage in this round. Their strengths were comparable, and without pulling out their trump cards, it was impossible to defeat the other.

However, once they used their trump cards, they would inevitably be injured. Wouldn't that just benefit Ye Yisong, who was watching from the sidelines?

For a moment, Young Master Qi and Wang Xianliang didn't know how to choose. Should they fight, or...?

"It's your lucky day." After struggling, Young Master Qi said this cryptic remark to Wang Xianliang with a complex expression.

Before anyone could react, he raised his right hand high and signaled to Official Wu Tian: "I admit defeat."

Then, with an evil smile, he glared fiercely at Ye Yisong, as if he wanted to devour him.

"To dare to injure Seventh Brother to this extent—I will definitely make you pay the price!"