How was this possible?
At this moment, everyone was speechless, staring at Ye Yunfei dumbfounded.
A total of eighteen young geniuses who had ascended the Freak Minor Ranking had joined forces to surround and attack Ye Yunfei. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they had been shattered and utterly routed.
In that instant, Ye Yunfei became the focal point of the entire arena, his limelight even faintly overshadowing the top-ranked names on the Freak Minor Ranking!
As for the remaining five, they stood there, their faces ashen.
These five were the strongest among them.
They included Lü Qian, ranked eighth; a disciple of the Zhao Family ranked ninth; Meng Cha, ranked thirteenth; and two other Zhao Family disciples.
'Let's attack together,' Lü Qian said, his expression exceptionally gloomy.
Gritting their teeth, the five young geniuses simultaneously closed in on Ye Yunfei.
They understood that to show cowardice or retreat now, under the gaze of this massive crowd, would turn them into a laughingstock throughout the Eastern Barrens.
Whoosh...
With a thought from Ye Yunfei, thirty Puppet Soul Threads and his Soul Sword simultaneously invaded the Soul Sea of the weakest young genius.
Aaah...
That young genius felt as if his head were splitting apart, on the verge of explosion.
Especially those thirty Puppet Soul Threads — they were like thirty long serpents wrapping around his Soul Body from all directions, eerie and terrifying.
Each of these Puppet Soul Threads contained a special energy specifically designed to restrain the Soul Body. Once touched, it would cause damage.
Swoosh!
Ye Yunfei appeared directly before this young genius and threw a punch.
'Attack him together!'
The other four young geniuses charged forward at the same time.
Boom! Boom...
Abandoning all caution, the five geniuses desperately unleashed their attacks.
They knew it well — individually, none of them were a match for Ye Yunfei!
'Then come at me together!'
Ye Yunfei roared.
Boom!
With his left fist, Ye Yunfei executed the Heaven-Borrowing Nine Burials Fist. The strike resonated, causing the heavens and earth themselves to tremble faintly.
Boom!
With his right fist, he unleashed the first move of the True Demon God-Slaying Fist: Slaying God's Penetration!
The physical force of Forty Flood Dragons poured forth, empowering his fist to such a degree that the space before him visibly warped.
Rumble...
The attacks from both sides collided violently — a head-on, no-holds-barred exchange.
Waves of terrifying battle energy spread outward like a vast ocean, causing the entire stage to roil.
Heaven-Borrowing Nine Burials Fist, True Demon God-Slaying Fist, Puppet Soul Thread Secret Art!
Next, Ye Yunfei employed these three techniques simultaneously, step by step, advancing toward the five young geniuses.
Though they fought together to resist Ye Yunfei's onslaught, despite their numbers, they found themselves being forced back step by step.
With each clash, the five young geniuses collectively retreated a pace.
Boom! Boom...
Ye Yunfei struck with his right fist — True Demon God-Slaying Fist — and then his left — Heaven-Borrowing Nine Burials Fist — each punch faster than lightning!
In merely five or six exchanges, the five young geniuses had retreated from the center of the stage all the way to its edge!
A trickle of blood began to seep from the corners of the two weakest Zhao Family disciples' mouths.
Anyone could see that these two were already heavily injured, only barely holding on.
Too strong!
Gasps of awe rippled through the plaza.
'Stop!
We concede!'
Lü Qian suddenly called out.
The other four young geniuses all wore pale faces. They understood the outcome was decided. Continuing would only bring them more humiliation and injury.
'Stop?' Ye Yunfei sneered. 'If I had lost, would you have stopped?
Most likely, you would have seized the chance to kill me.
So why should I stop?'
'You brat! We've openly admitted defeat! Why are you still so relentlessly aggressive!' Meng Cha roared angrily.
Within him, his blood and energy churned, a deeply unpleasant sensation. He truly had no desire to continue the fight.
'Go to hell!'
Ye Yunfei roared again. Both fists shot out together, unleashing a vast, surging torrent of fist force.
Boom!
Gritting their teeth, the five geniuses endured one more exchange, only to be sent staggering back yet another step.
'Friend, enough. They've already conceded. There's no need for you to be so relentless.'
Suddenly, the burly man seated cross-legged on the cushion marked 'sixth' spoke up. A towering demon ape, faint wisps of flame rising from its body, sat beside him. He was a young genius from the Beast Taming Sect.
'Indeed, one must know when to let go and not press too far,' said the man seated on the fourth-place cushion, chiming in. 'Young man, your physical strength may be remarkable, but your future progress is limited. Considering you're making such deep-seated enemies now, have you ever considered that others will seek revenge later?'
'Cease your assault,' added Ximen Yijian.
'Know when to quit while you're ahead,' remarked the Third Prince of the Tianlong Ancient Kingdom calmly.
The Zhao Family was a major clan of the Eastern Barrens. Speaking up for them in such a setting was, naturally, an advantageous move. As for Ye Yunfei, he was merely a disciple of Yan Country's Ziwei Sect. Even if his physical power was somewhat extraordinary, in the eyes of the crowd, his status was still lowly. Therefore, these young geniuses naturally chose to side with the Zhao Family.
'This battle shall end here,' even Mo Qingxuan added in a light yet authoritative tone that brooked no argument.
'You brat! This fight is over!' bellowed the Zhao Family elder, the same one who had earlier urged the Zhao disciples to attack Ye Yunfei together. 'If you dare make another move, you will bear the consequences!'
All eyes turned to Ye Yunfei, waiting to see his decision.
With the top-ranked geniuses of the Freak Minor Ranking all having spoken, it created immense pressure. For an average person, it would be enough to force compliance.
Boom! Boom...
Under the crowd's watchful gaze, Ye Yunfei suddenly took a step forward. Moving with the speed of a sudden clap of thunder, he sent a single punch toward one of the Zhao Family disciples.
The disciple shattered into a mist of blood.
'Die!'
With a fierce roar, Ye Yunfei charged toward the other four.
Six moves later, one person was struck dead by Ye Yunfei's fist. Three others were sent flying off the stage, their fates unknown.
Thus, all eighteen young geniuses were either killed or severely injured by Ye Yunfei!
Too strong!
A dead silence settled over the plaza.
Every gaze was fixed on Ye Yunfei. In each person's heart, there was awe at his terrifying combat prowess and his decisive, ruthless nature.
Among the Eastern Barrens, for a junior like this to so blatantly provoke the Zhao Family — it was unheard of, an act with no precedent!
'This kid truly is formidable,
but he has thoroughly and completely offended the Zhao Family of the Eastern Barrens. There is no room for reconciliation now.
Just wait and see — the Zhao Family will definitely seek mad, bloody revenge.
'Though his strength is impressive, it's still far from being enough against the might of the Zhao Family.
This young man won't live long.
'The recklessness of youth — always acting without considering the consequences.'
Muttered discussions and exclamations swirled through the crowd.
'Sending someone as reckless as Su Fei will make the Zhao Family relentlessly cruel; the Zhao Family will surely never let this go!
Moreover, Ziwei Sect will definitely become a target of their reprisal!
What should we do?'
Within Ji Yue's heart, a sense of urgency began to grow.