155: Chapter 155 A Great Defeat to the Eastern Wilderness Divine Body!

Ye Fan looked at him, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"No problem. If we don't get serious, it won't be interesting."

He clenched his fist, and golden light flowed over his knuckles.

"Then, let's truly begin our duel!"

As his voice fell, he charged out once again!

This time, Ji Haoyue was well prepared.

Light flashed beneath his feet, and his speed instantly increased as he sidestepped to avoid Ye Fan's frontal assault. At the same time, he struck out with a palm; the palm wind was like a blade, aimed directly at Ye Fan's heart.

Ye Fan reacted extremely quickly, forcibly twisting his body in mid-air to meet the palm strike with a punch.

"Bang—!"

Fist and palm collided, erupting with an astonishing wave of Qi.

Both of them retreated a few steps, then immediately charged toward each other again.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of fists and feet colliding were as dense as rain, exploding across the arena.

Ye Fan's Move was very simple, just the most basic boxing techniques—straight punches, hooks, and swings, without any flair. However, every punch contained the power of his Divine Body, the golden fist light tearing through the air with astonishing might.

Ji Haoyue's, on the other hand, were standard noble family martial arts; his Moves were exquisite and varied. His palm techniques, leg techniques, and footwork were seamlessly integrated, with every strike aimed directly at vital points.

The two fought from the center of the arena to the edge, then back to the center again. Wherever they passed, deep footprints were stamped into the arena floor, and the air was torn apart by the force of their punches, emitting ear-piercing sonic booms.

If this arena hadn't been reinforced by an Elder of the Dragon Transformation Realm, it would have long since been blasted into ruins.

The more Ji Haoyue fought, the more alarmed he became.

He discovered that Ye Fan's Physical Body was too strong!

When his own palm power landed on Ye Fan, the other party would only slightly frown before continuing his attack as if nothing had happened. Yet when Ye Fan's fists landed on him, every punch caused his Qi and blood to churn, and his internal organs to tremble.

And this was only after he had suppressed his cultivation level.

If they were in the same Realm, he would have already been beaten to the ground!

A sense of unwillingness surged in Ji Haoyue's heart.

He was the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, the Holy Son of the Ji Family, a Prodigy looked up to by countless people. From childhood to adulthood, he had never encountered an opponent in the same Realm. Yet now, a Loose Cultivator who had popped out of nowhere was completely suppressing him in terms of Physical Body!

"I don't believe it!"

Ji Haoyue gave a low roar, and his offensive became even more fierce.

His palm techniques were like a violent storm, with every strike pouring out his full strength. He wanted to prove that he was no worse than anyone!

Seeing his sudden burst of power, Ye Fan was not alarmed but delighted.

"Excellent!"

He let out a loud shout and similarly quickened his attack rhythm.

The two engaged in a frenzied exchange on the arena, fist meeting flesh, palm striking bone.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan slammed a punch into Ji Haoyue's shoulder, causing Ji Haoyue to grunt and stagger, but he immediately kicked Ye Fan in the abdomen, forcing Ye Fan back a few steps.

Ye Fan rubbed his stomach and grinned.

"Satisfying!"

He rushed up again and threw another punch.

Ji Haoyue gritted his teeth and met him, also throwing a punch.

The two fists collided in mid-air!

"Boom—!"

With a loud explosion, the wave of Qi scattered in all directions.

A crisp "crack" sound came from Ji Haoyue's knuckles, and his entire arm went numb instantly. He grunted, his body involuntarily retreating backward, leaving deep footprints on the arena with every step.

After retreating a dozen steps, he finally managed to steady himself.

He looked down at his right hand; the knuckles had split open, and blood was dripping down between his fingers.

Ji Haoyue took a deep breath, circulating his mana to repair his injuries, while simultaneously raising his head to look at Ye Fan opposite him.

Ye Fan stood in place, his breathing slightly rapid, but his expression remained excited. His fists were also stained with blood, but it was Ji Haoyue's blood, not his own.

A gap.

A stark gap.

Ji Haoyue gritted his teeth, an indescribable emotion surging in his heart.

He was a Divine Body, the pride of the Ji Family, an existence looked up to by countless people. Yet at this moment, in a pure trial of strength, he had lost.

Lost to a Loose Cultivator of the Dao Palace Realm.

Lost completely and utterly.

But Ji Haoyue did not admit defeat.

He was the Holy Son of the Ji Family; he had his own pride. Even if his strength was inferior to the opponent, he still had technique, he still had experience, and he still had—a Phenomenon.

Ji Haoyue took a deep breath, and the Aura around him began to change.

Behind him, a bright moon slowly rose.

Moonlight spilled down, enveloping the entire arena.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed.

The Bright Moon Rising from the Sea.

Ji Haoyue's Divine Body Phenomenon.

He had seen this Phenomenon before. A year ago, outside the Tomb of the Azure Emperor, Ji Haoyue had used this very Phenomenon to contend against Yan Ruyu's chaotic azure lotus.

Ye Fan dared not be careless; the holy blood within his body began to boil.

Golden light surged from within his body, faintly forming a phantom image behind him.

That phantom was very blurry, making it impossible to see exactly what it was, but the Aura it emitted stood on equal footing with Ji Haoyue's bright moon Phenomenon.

Ji Haoyue's pupils constricted.

What kind of Phenomenon was this?

He had never seen it before.

But there was no time to think; he urged his Phenomenon, the bright moon spilling out endless clear radiance, transforming into blades of light that slashed toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan gave a low shout, and the golden phantom behind him erupted as well, the golden light colliding with the moonlight.

"Rumble—!"

The entire arena was trembling violently.

Cracks began to appear on the surface of the reinforced arena, and those Formation runes flickered frantically, trying their best to maintain the stability of the arena.

In the distance, Ji Ziyue was already dumbfounded.

She stood on a stone pillar, her hands covering her small mouth, eyes wide open as she watched the two figures colliding frantically on the arena.

Her brother, the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, the Holy Son of the Ji Family—was being beaten black and blue by a Loose Cultivator of the Dao Palace Realm.

This was no exaggeration; it was a real beating.

Although the two were currently bombarding each other with their Phenomena and appeared evenly matched, she could tell that her brother was almost at his limit. Blood was constantly spilling from the corner of his mouth, his knuckles were split open, and his Aura was rapidly depleting.

As for Ye Fan, although he was also panting slightly, his Aura remained vigorous, and his offensive remained fierce.

"This... how is this possible..."

Ji Ziyue muttered, her voice full of disbelief.

How could her brother be unable to beat someone in the Dao Palace?

Her brother was the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland!

Yet the reality before her forced her to believe it.

On the arena, Ji Haoyue had been thoroughly provoked into a real rage.

Ignoring his injuries, he frantically urged his Phenomenon to bombard Ye Fan. Every strike used his full strength, every strike poured out everything he had.

He did not believe he would lose.

He did not believe he would be defeated by a nobody.

But reality was cruel.

Ye Fan's punches became heavier and heavier, while his own Aura grew weaker and weaker. His Phenomenon began to dim, his body began to tremble, and his consciousness began to blur.

But he still did not retreat.

He was the Holy Son of the Ji Family.

He had his own pride.

Even if it meant death, he could not retreat!

Ye Fan looked at the man before him, who had been beaten until covered in wounds but still fought to the death without retreating, a flash of respect crossing his eyes.

This was a true Prodigy.

Having his own pride, having his own persistence.

Worthy of respect.

But respect was respect, and battle was battle.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and the holy blood within his body boiled completely.

Golden light soared into the sky, enveloping his entire being. He clenched his fist, concentrating all his strength into this one punch.

Then, he threw the punch.

This punch was simple and unadorned.

But wherever the fist wind passed, the Void Realm trembled.

Ji Haoyue used his full strength to urge his Phenomenon, the bright moon blooming with its final clear radiance to meet that punch.

"Boom—!!!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-shattering explosion.

The phantom of the bright moon shattered instantly, turning into countless points of light that dissipated.

Ji Haoyue was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena, a large mouthful of blood spraying from his mouth.

Ye Fan stood in place, panting heavily.

His fists were still dripping blood, but his eyes were full of excitement.

He had won.

He had won.

He had defeated the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, defeated the Holy Son of the Ji Family, and defeated this existence that was almost invincible in the same Realm.