Chapter 025: Duel with Wang Xing

His gaze swept over Wang Xing, and upon seeing his ugly expression, Yang Tian smiled grimly, then suddenly turned back and said with a laugh, "Wait, sir."

"What is it?" Yang Tian was powerful, seemingly no weaker than the three geniuses of Kuangyun City, so the presiding officer was not angry and replied with a faint smile.

"Sir, may I continue to challenge?" After a pause, Yang Tian said slowly.

The moment Yang Tian's words fell, Wang Xing's face instantly darkened, the veins on his forehead throbbing more violently, and a wave of fear swept through his heart.

"You may. As long as you don't leave the arena, you can challenge, but the challenged person has the right to refuse." The presiding officer nodded in explanation.

Hearing this, Yang Tian nodded, then swept his gaze over the area below the arena. Most of those he looked at shrank back—after all, someone who could repel a seventh-level First Order with one blow was undoubtedly as strong as Wang Xing, and likely even stronger.

When his gaze landed on one person, Yang Tian curled his lips and looked at Wang Xing, who avoided his eyes.

"Wang Xing, come up!"

The indifferent voice rang out, but it carried a thick murderous intent that startled those below the arena.

"This is going to be interesting. Those two are bound to have a fierce fight."

"Yeah, I wonder what Yang Tian is relying on to challenge Wang Xing."

The crowd below buzzed with discussion, but most didn't believe he could defeat Wang Xing, given Wang Xing's high prestige in Kuangyun City and his backing from the Star Martial Arts Hall.

On the viewing platform, when he heard that Yang Tian wanted to challenge Wang Xing, Wang Long's face instantly darkened: "You little beast, if anything happens to my son, I'll crush every bone in your body and feed them to the dogs."

"What? You're not afraid, are you?" Yang Tian frowned slightly and said indifferently, his eyes full of mockery. If Wang Xing backed down today, not only would his status in Kuangyun City collapse, but his martial will would also regress sharply.

"Who says I'm afraid?" A flush of shame and anger surged across Wang Xing's face, then he gritted his teeth and leaped onto the arena.

On the arena.

Gazing at the youth before him, the fear in Wang Xing's heart was gradually stirred up. The head instructor was slightly stronger than him, and now his fate was unknown; Wang Xing dared not imagine Yang Tian's current strength.

"Are you scared?" Yang Tian touched his nose and suddenly let out a faint laugh, beneath which a chill murderous intent stirred.

"Scared? Who was it that I chased all over the place not long ago? I almost beat that old bastard Lin Yuan to death." Wang Xing clenched his fists, forcing down the fear in his heart, and sneered.

"Hard-mouthed. It seems you really aren't afraid of death." The murderous intent on his face grew sharper, and Yang Tian said coldly, "Today I'll grant your wish. Your father will soon join you in death."

As soon as the words fell, Yang Tian stepped forward. The dormant blood energy in his body surged forth, a crimson river floating above his head. A momentum was born, stirring the heavens and earth, causing ripples in the void.

Wang Xing's body trembled. The pressure from the depths of his soul made him dizzy, and the blood energy in his body could not coalesce. He felt his martial will on the verge of shattering.

"So strong!" Hua Die's pupils contracted sharply, shock written all over her face. Her jade-like hand clenched tightly. This blood energy was not only dense but also full of vitality.

"He's comprehended momentum!" Kuang Lang's mind shook as he looked at the nearly frozen space in disbelief. To comprehend 'momentum' was undoubtedly a sign of a genius with extraordinary talent, one who would surely become a martial artist in the future.

"Impossible! How could that little beast comprehend momentum?" Wang Long roared inwardly, his eyes bloodshot, the unease in his heart growing stronger.

Seated in the lower positions, the heads of the other two martial arts halls in Kuangyun City exchanged glances, a hint of mockery flashing in their eyes. At the same time, they breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Tian's strength was undeniable; as for the championship of today's tournament, the Star Martial Arts Hall could forget about it.

Momentum is a sublimation of one's spirit, energy, and essence. Only by honing a strong martial will can one master momentum. But Yang Tian had only grasped it initially; freezing a few dozen zhang of space was his limit.

Only by forging an indomitable martial will can one ascend to the peak.

"Not bad. It's already impressive if one in ten thousand cultivators can comprehend momentum. I didn't expect the two of us to encounter it today." The three reviewing officers from the Qingyang Empire exchanged glances, a hint of joy in their eyes.

On the arena, Yang Tian's martial will was fully unleashed, forcing Wang Xing to step back repeatedly. Dizzy and fearful under this will, his breathing was as heavy as an ox's panting.

"Tsk, Wang Xing doesn't even have the courage to fight. Looks like he's going to lose."

"If he flees without a fight today, he won't achieve much on the martial path in the future." A group of people pointed and laughed, their jeers like waves.

Hearing the chatter below the arena, Wang Xing's face flushed with shame and anger. His venomous gaze fixed on Yang Tian, but he couldn't muster the strength to fight back.

"Roar!" Wang Xing suddenly let out a roar, his face murderous,狰狞 veins bulging one by one. He activated all the blood energy in his body, slowly breaking free from the binding force.

"Oh? Some backbone after all." A flicker of surprise crossed Yang Tian's eyes. He hadn't expected Wang Xing to break free from his bind. "It seems I've only just grasped it and can't fully activate it yet. Father said that a minor mastery of momentum can instantly crush someone of the same level."

"Yang Tian, you deserve to die!" Wang Xing roared, and a long sword suddenly appeared in his hand, gleaming with sharpness under the sunlight.

On the viewing platform.

When they saw the long sword in Wang Xing's hand, Hua Qi and the other exchanged glances, their faces turning ugly. Then they sneered, "Quite the skill, even bringing out the Qingyuan Sword."

"Hmph, as long as he wins, that's all that matters. Are you two meddling too much?" Wang Long turned back, casting a cold glance at them, and suddenly snorted.

"Heh heh, I'm afraid he won't be able to win..." Hua Qi drawled, smiling faintly.

"Hmph, just wait and see." Wang Long sneered coldly.

Below the fighting platform, a group of people saw the long sword in Wang Xing's hand, and a hint of greed surfaced on their faces.

"That's actually the Qingyuan Sword, the first prize from the last tournament won by the Star Martial Arts Hall, a peak blood weapon." One of the men recognized it.

"Now the outcome is uncertain."

Hearing the discussions from below, Wang Xing regained his confidence and stared coldly at Yang Tian: "Yang Tian, let's see if your flesh is harder than my sword."

"You talk too much." Yang Tian raised an eyebrow, disdainful.

"Hmph." Wang Xing's heart burned with rage. At the same time, the blood energy in his body frantically poured into the Qingyuan Sword. The sharp aura on the blade grew stronger, and the fierce sword energy made even those below feel alarmed.

Chi! Wang Xing slashed down with his sword. The green light surged like a tide, repeatedly cutting through the vacuum. A half-zhang-long sword light burst toward Yang Tian.

Facing this strike, Yang Tian's hand trembled, and several red light blades danced on his fingertips. Just as the sword light arrived, he struck out with his palm in midair.

Bang bang!

Dazzling lights clashed, and the air exploded with continuous blasts. When the light faded, Yang Tian's unharmed body was exposed before their eyes.

"He blocked it! With that much amplification, he actually blocked it! What palm technique is Yang Tian using?" Someone below exclaimed.

"This intensity, though not fully mastered, is at least a Xuan-grade martial technique, right?" The man in white smiled faintly from several li away.

"It seems Yang Tian has had some opportunities. There aren't many Xuan-grade martial techniques around here." The man in black rubbed his nose and smiled.

"No matter how good the weapon, without cultivation, it's just a pile of scrap." At that moment, Yang Tian's body appeared beside Wang Xing eerily, and his red crystalline fist struck toward Wang Xing.

Boom boom!

Sparks flew everywhere. Yang Tian clashed barehanded against the Qingyuan Sword, sonic booms exploding frequently.

"Little beast." Wang Xing's face twisted. The immense recoil numbed his tiger's mouth, and the blood energy in his body churned violently, with traces of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, Yang Tian's body is so tough, he can even clash with a blood weapon!" Hua Qi and the other exchanged glances, their worries vanishing without a trace.

"Indeed, that palm technique just now was also extraordinary." The person beside nodded, completely ignoring Wang Long's cold glare.

"Ha!" Yang Tian suddenly shouted. The surging blood energy in his body poured out entirely. The river of blood energy suspended above his head roared, and his invisible momentum climbed again. The entire platform shook under his footwork, cracking and exploding continuously, with fissures spreading rapidly.

"Wang Xing, die!" Yang Tian swung his fist, smashing it onto the Qingyuan Sword. At the same time, he kicked Wang Xing in the abdomen.

Bang.

Wang Xing flew backward. Yang Tian pursued and punched toward Wang Xing's head.

"Damn, he's going for the kill." A man was shocked. Looking at Yang Tian's young face, a chill instantly seized his whole body.

"Little beast, stop!"

Wang Long's eyes nearly split. He leaped directly from the viewing platform, unleashing the full aura of a half-step martial artist, and struck out with both palms toward Yang Tian's head.

"Not good!" Lin Yuan was greatly alarmed and shot forward.

"Stop him! Wang Long has gone mad." Kuang Lang's expression changed slightly. If Yang Tian died, the supervising envoy several li away would directly blame him, but the distance was too far to intervene.

Several li away, the man in white was startled and was about to rescue when a hand pressed on his shoulder: "Second, don't worry. That kid Yang Tian isn't a fool."

"Old bastard, I've been waiting for you!" Yang Tian suddenly grinned fiercely. A suction force abruptly emerged from his palm, pulling Wang Xing's body and flinging it onto Wang Long's striking hand.

"Bang!"

Blood and bone splattered.

Thick blood sprayed onto Wang Long's wrinkled old face. His twisted expression instantly froze, and he stared blankly at a headless corpse.

"Damn... Wang... Long... killed his own son. Too brutal." A man below stammered, and everyone's faces froze.

"Yang Tian!"

Endless rage nearly consumed him. His gray-white hair danced without wind, and a heart-wrenching pain pierced his mind.

"Heh heh, old man, feels good, doesn't it?" Looking at Wang Long's twisted face, Yang Tian shrugged and smiled faintly. At the same time, a surge of intense satisfaction reached his heart.

"Old man, that doesn't feel good, does it?"