C9 Ten Slaps

"Heavenly Eagle Claw!"

"How odd, I've never heard of him mastering the Heavenly Eagle Claw."

"He's going for it... and he seems even more adept at it than Ye Feiling!"

When Ye Feilong unleashed the Heavenly Eagle Claw, everyone was taken aback.

"You've secretly mastered the Heavenly Eagle Claw! What of it? Tear it apart!"

Ye Feiling was taken by surprise as well; he had never heard anything about Ye Feilong learning the Heavenly Eagle Claw. Yet, he was confident in his own mastery of the technique. The Heavenly Eagle Claw was one of his top three martial arts skills, and it had allowed him to defeat many opponents of the same Genuine Qi Realm. An inner sect elder from the Vast Ocean Sect, skilled in claw techniques, had once witnessed Ye Feiling's use of the Heavenly Eagle Claw and recognized his natural talent, planning to personally visit Cloud Forest City to offer him apprenticeship.

"Boom!"

Both young prodigies of the Ye family, they were geniuses in their own right. Now, as they both executed the Heavenly Eagle Claw, they clashed fiercely like two mighty eagles.

The shadows of their claws vibrated, resembling a fierce battle amongst thousands of eagles.

Then, the shadows of the claws shattered, dissolving into twinkling starlight.

"Smack!"

The sound of a slap echoed once more.

The crowd was stunned.

Why was there the sound of a slap?

"Smack smack smack..."

The slapping sounds continued, now in rapid succession.

Finally, with an exceptionally loud slap, Ye Feiling was sent flying sideways, slamming into the wall.

The wall trembled, as if the medical hall might collapse.

Ye Feiling rebounded with a great bounce before landing. As he looked up, his once handsome face was now grotesquely swollen, resembling a pig's head.

"Who's the weakling now?"

Ye Feilong stood firmly on the ground and addressed Ye Feiling, "You think you're worthy of the Heavenly Eagle? I promised you ten slaps, and ten you shall have. If that's not enough, there's more where that came from."

With that, he dusted off his hands and then casually brushed the corners of his clothes.

His clothing was immaculate, not a speck of dust in sight.

It seemed he had picked up some disagreeable scent along the way.

He couldn't pinpoint the cause of the severe redness and swelling, but Ye Feiling felt as if all seven of his orifices were bleeding. His aura was feeble and erratic, his barely open eyes glinting with an icy light, reminiscent of the world's most venomous snake.

He remained silent.

A defeated general has no words for valor.

If Ye Feilong was considered worthless, what did that make him?

What about those who had mocked Ye Feilong, calling him useless?

Those who had joined in the mockery now hung their heads in shame.

The ones who had backed Ye Yinian and Ye Feilong were now sporting radiant, triumphant smiles.

"Pfft!"

Ye Feiling suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, unconscious.

"Ling'er!"

Ye Yihai sprang into action, quickly crouching by Ye Feiling's side to examine him.

The onlookers were stunned, staring at Ye Feilong in disbelief. They were astonished not only by Ye Feilong's victory over Ye Feiling but also by the fact that they still couldn't detect any fluctuations in Ye Feilong's Genuine Qi. Had he truly overpowered Ye Feiling with sheer physical strength?

Ye Yishan and Ye Yishan watched Ye Feilong intently, their joy tinged with skepticism, which in turn fueled their excitement.

If their suspicions were confirmed, it would be cause for celebration.

"Little beast, in a family sparring match, you've gone too far, breaking Ye Feilong's three ribs beyond repair. How is that any different from crippling him?" Ye Yihai bellowed in fury.

The crowd was taken aback.

Hadn't Ye Feilong merely slapped Ye Feiling ten times?

So, he had broken Ye Feiling's ribs before the slapping?

That meant his strikes were incredibly swift.

"Die!"

Ye Yihai, overcome with rage, launched a punch at Ye Feilong.

"Hmm?"

Ye Feilong's eyes blazed as he clenched his fists in readiness.

Despite Ye Yihai's status as a seasoned expert within the family, ranking in the top three, what did it matter? Ye Feilong, having advanced to the sixth level of the Qi Martial Realm, feared no one in the clan. Even if he couldn't win, he was capable of defending himself. Ye Yihai's attack was murderous, clearly intending to end Ye Feilong's life. Ye Feilong's patience with this 'elder' had worn thin, and he felt no sense of kinship any longer.

"Ye Yihai!"

"Despicable! Why didn't you intervene when Ye Feilong was using excessive force just now?"

Ye Yihai had the audacity to strike Ye Feilong, disregarding their age difference, which immediately provoked an outcry.

Ye Yishan had been vigilantly standing by the bed, right next to Ye Feilong, constantly on guard against Ye Yihai. He certainly wasn't about to let Ye Yihai land a blow on Ye Feilong. With an angry shout, he intercepted Ye Yihai's punch before Ye Feilong could even make a move.

Boom!

Ye Yishan and Ye Yihai collided with force.

Ye Yihai staggered but quickly regained his footing.

Ye Yishan retreated two steps before stabilizing himself.

Given his strength, he shouldn't have needed to take more than a couple of steps back. The only reason he was able to steady himself so quickly was that Ye Yishan and two elders were there to assist him.

Ye Yishan and the elders reacted swiftly, rushing to the bedside to prevent any accidental injury to Ye Yinian. They were concerned that Ye Yishan might fall onto the sickbed and injure Ye Yinian. They placed their palms on Ye Yishan's back to help him maintain his balance.

Ye Yishan's complexion fluctuated between pale and flushed as he withstood the blow from Ye Yihai. His Genuine Qi was disrupted, causing his blood to churn, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth, indicating he had sustained internal injuries.

Within the Ye family, the three strongest at Level 9 were Ye Yinian, followed by Ye Yihai, and then the most senior, Ye Shirong.

Since overall strength encompasses Genuine Qi level, martial skills, physical condition, combat experience, weaponry, and more, warriors of the same Genuine Qi level can vary in strength. There are distinct levels of prowess among them.

"Have you no shame?"

After quelling the tumult within his blood and Qi, Ye Yishan fixed a furious gaze on Ye Yihai.

Another elder approached and positioned himself in front of the sickbed.

Younger members of the family, including Ye Feifu and Ye Feigu, also gathered around.

The remaining individuals naturally aligned themselves behind Ye Yihai.

The infirmary was abruptly divided into two clear factions, with a palpable standoff between them.

This division mirrored the current state of affairs within the Ye family.

Trouble loomed from outside, while strife brewed within.

The tension was palpable, with everyone on edge as if swords were drawn and ready for battle.

Should anything go awry today, the two factions within the Ye family would irreparably tear each other apart in a life-or-death struggle for control of the clan.