Ye Lei appeared cold and ruthless as he stepped onto the arena stage, coming to a halt opposite Ye Yunfei.
Ye Lei's face was handsome, almost like polished jade, and he stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down his nose at Ye Yunfei with an air of lofty disdain in his eyes.
"You dare harm my brother. That makes me very angry.
The consequences of my anger are extremely grave," Ye Lei said, his tone carrying a condescending quality.
"I've discovered that you two brothers share the same disposition – you're both exceptionally good at putting on airs.
That's exactly what Ye Qiang was doing a moment ago.
As a result, he still hasn't woken up," Ye Yunfei replied with a helpless shake of his head.
Hearing this, Ye Lei's face darkened, his gaze turning sinister and icy, his murderous intent undisguised.
Around the arena, the crowd held its breath, watching the stage intently.
Ye Lei spent most of his time in seclusion for cultivation, and in the past two years, members of the Ye Family had rarely had the opportunity to see him take action personally.
At this moment, everyone felt a spark of anticipation.
They wanted to see just how powerful Ye Lei's combat prowess truly was!
"Ye Yunfei, tell me, if I were to cripple you on this very arena...
to turn you into a worthless cripple incapable of martial cultivation once more... wouldn't that be wonderfully amusing," Ye Lei suddenly lowered his voice, speaking in a volume only audible to the two of them.
His tone was exceptionally malicious.
"It's possible that I might be the one crippling you," Ye Yunfei replied impassively, his voice bland.
"With what ability?
First, take a look at the gap between us!" Ye Lei's face abruptly twisted into a grimace.
Boom!
A powerful surge of spiritual energy erupted from within his body.
"Body Tempering Ninth Level!"
A collective gasp of shock swept through the entire martial arena.
"Young Master Ye Lei has broken through to Body Tempering Ninth Level!"
"Body Tempering Ninth Level! Among the younger generation of the entire Yuanyue City, that strength is absolutely among the very best!"
…
The entire venue erupted in excitement; all the clan members were utterly astonished.
"Haha, excellent job, Lei'er!
This means a disciple of our Ye Family has officially stepped into the ranks of the strongest among Yuanyue City's younger generation.
Although Qin An of the Qin Family awakened the Heavenly Spirit Body, I imagine Qin An's current level is probably only Body Tempering Ninth Level as well.
By comparison, the disciples of our Ye Family are not lacking by much!"
On the high platform to the east, the Grand Elder stood up abruptly, laughing heartily in his excitement.
The Heavenly Spirit Body meant a monstrous future path of cultivation, but that was still the future.
From the current point of view, the news of Ye Lei's breakthrough to Body Tempering Ninth Level, once spread, would more or less help the Ye Family regain some face.
The few elders supporting Ye Zhongnian were also chiming in, singing lavish praises.
"Haha, Lei'er has indeed brought great honor to our Ye Family!"
Naturally, Ye Zhongnian was the most delighted of all.
He swept a challenging gaze toward Ye Tianpeng.
Back on the arena stage.
"Worthless trash, prepare to die!"
Ye Lei roared. As his voice faded, his robes began to billow without wind as a wild, reckless force empowered his physical body.
Boom!
Ye Lei threw a punch with a force that could shake mountains and rivers, causing a large patch of air to shatter explosively, its momentum awe-inspiring.
Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!
Five consecutive, deafening lion roars erupted from his fist.
Faintly, the audience seemed to see a domineering, ferocious lion pouncing murderously toward Ye Yunfei.
"That's our Ye Family's Fierce Lion Fist!
Young Master Ye Lei has actually cultivated it to the state of Five Roars!"
"That's the Perfection level of Fierce Lion Fist!"
Once again, the entire martial arena was in an uproar because of Ye Lei.
"Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!"
On the high platform to the east, the Grand Elder shouted "excellent" three times in a row, ecstatic.
The Fierce Lion Fist was a third-grade martial art of the Ye Family.
One Roar marked one Realm; Five Roars was the Perfection level of Fierce Lion Fist!
Within the entire Ye Family, only Ye Tianpeng had cultivated the Fierce Lion Fist to the Five Roars level.
Who would have thought that now, there was an additional person: Ye Lei!
"Hahaha..."
Ye Zhongnian, his face beaming with pride, couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter, looking up at the sky.
"Brother Zhongnian, you truly have taught your son well, contributing greatly to our Ye Family!"
Elders supporting Ye Zhongnian like Ye Chaoxian all spoke up with praise.
"Fei'er, be careful!"
At this moment, however, Ye Tianpeng turned pale with shock.
Ye Tianpeng knew deeply just how domineering the power of the Fierce Lion Fist was.
If Ye Yunfei was struck, he would be at least half-crippled if not killed outright.
But he was too far away; Ye Tianpeng knew even if he wanted to rush to the rescue, it would be too late.
"Ye Lei, if you harm Fei'er, I will never let you off!"
In the heat of the moment, Ye Tianpeng roared out in fury.
"Patriarch, mind your words. I hope you won't abuse your position to bully others," The Grand Elder glanced at Ye Tianpeng, somewhat displeased.
In his heart, his sympathies were beginning to lean somewhat toward Ye Zhongnian.
On the arena stage.
"A mere third-grade martial art, even cultivated to Perfection – so what? It's even inferior to garbage.
Is such a huge reaction really necessary?
It's rather boring."
Ye Yunfei looked at the clansmen around the arena who were shocked into a frenzy, feeling rather speechless.
One had to understand that as a Heavenly Emperor, the lowest-grade martial arts Ye Yunfei had either cultivated or collected were Imperial-grade and Saint-grade.
A third-grade martial art, to Ye Yunfei, was simply the most absolute garbage imaginable.
Swoosh!
Facing Ye Lei's ferocious fist, Ye Yunfei's figure suddenly drifted upward, as agile as a willow leaf in a gale, evading Ye Lei's strike.
Boom…
Ye Lei's fist brushed past Ye Yunfei, striking the air ahead until it roiled like a pot of boiling water, ringing with explosive sounds.
However, it hadn't even touched the hem of Ye Yunfei's robe.
How was this possible!
Ye Yunfei was actually unharmed?
All the Ye Family clansmen were dumbfounded.
"Ye Yunfei, no wonder you're so arrogant. It turns out you've secretly cultivated a superior movement technique."
Ye Lei's expression was extremely unpleasant.
"Actually, it's not that my movement technique is good. It's that your fist technique is simply terrible," Ye Yunfei said, shaking his head.
"You trash, let's see how many moves you can dodge!" Ye Lei's eyes narrowed sharply.
The spiritual energy of his Body Tempering Ninth Level cultivation poured out from within him, rumbling like a volcano erupting.
Roar! Roar! Roar!...
Successive lion roars rang out endlessly as Ye Lei swung his fists, continuously striking toward Ye Yunfei.
Yet no matter how fierce, how savage Ye Lei's attacks were, he never managed to touch even the corner of Ye Yunfei's robe!
At one point, Ye Lei even switched to several other martial arts techniques in succession.
But whether he used fist techniques, palm techniques, blade techniques, sword techniques, or spear techniques, the result was the same.
Every single attack was evaded by Ye Yunfei with a single, light step.
The trace of Heavenly Emperor Soul Power remaining within Ye Yunfei allowed him to perceive accurately the angle, trajectory, and speed of every one of Ye Lei's attacks.
Coupled with the movement technique he employed, called the Spiritual Wind Steps – a Saint-grade movement art!
To dodge the attacks of a Body Tempering Ninth Level cultivator was child's play!
On the arena, one could see Ye Lei continuously attacking with force, roaring repeatedly, his face flushed crimson with rage and frustration.
Whereas Ye Yunfei stood with his hands clasped behind his back, strolling leisurely as if in a tranquil garden, looking utterly composed and elegant.
"How can this be?"
The entire martial arena fell deathly silent.
All the clansmen stood like wooden puppets.
A competition reaching this point held a somewhat comical flavor.
"Ye Yunfei, what kind of contest is it if you just keep dodging?!" Ye Lei was beginning to lose his composure, roaring in frustration.
"Who stipulated that dodging isn't allowed in a competition?
Besides, if I were to make a move, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to withstand a single strike," Ye Yunfei replied with a faint smile.
"Ye Yunfei, all you rely on is a superior movement technique.
If you have any real skill, then make a move and let me see it!" Ye Lei roared.
"As you wish."
Ye Yunfei gave a faint smile.
In the next instant—
Swish!
Ye Yunfei thrust his longsword forward, spiritual energy surging along the blade.
Hiss!
Ye Yunfei's sword thrust towards Ye Lei in a plain, straightforward manner, appearing deceptively simple.
Though simple, it was perfectly natural and seamless, like an antelope's horns leaving no trace, with no discernible flaw.
Hiss... Hiss...
Suddenly, countless tiny, brilliant white sword auras appeared centered on Ye Yunfei's longsword, madly swirling and rotating, forming swirling vortexes of sword light.
These fine white sword auras swarmed toward Ye Lei from all directions, leaving him no escape!
On the arena stage, a faint hissing sound arose. Shockingly, Ye Lei's hair and clothes were continuously sliced and shredded by invisible sword energy.
In moments, half of Ye Lei's hair was sheared off, leaving him half-bald.
His fine silk robe was also cut to ribbons, turning into a shower of fragments that danced on the stage like countless butterflies.
Ye Lei was left wearing nothing but his undergarments!
Finally, the tip of Ye Yunfei's longsword touched the skin at Ye Lei's throat.
"I told you, you can't withstand even one move from me," Ye Yunfei said blandly, looking at Ye Lei whose face had turned ashen, not daring to move a muscle.
The entire martial arena was silent as a tomb.
Pairs of eyes bulged in extreme shock, staring fixedly at the stage.
The mighty Ye Lei had been defeated in a single move!