C9 The Power of the Raging Thunder Palm

Fight!

At the command, a chorus of angry roars and cries of battle erupted from all ten arenas.

The eighth arena was instantly ablaze with combat.

"Ye Feng, kneel before me!"

Zhao Feihong, with his dumpling-like face, was the first to strike. His piercing scream set his bandaged face trembling as he charged at Ye Feng.

"Prepare to die, Ye Feng!"

On the other side, the one-armed Zhang Yun refused to be outdone. Despite his disability, he retained a fierce presence, howling as he launched an attack from behind Ye Feng.

Both men were at the One Pulse Profound Stage, their bodies pulsing with Profound Qi, their movements swift and deadly. One's fists struck like heavy hammers, the other's legs whipped like venomous snakes, both targeting Ye Feng's vulnerabilities.

Idiots...

Ye Feng had already gauged their strength. With a cold gaze and a composed demeanor, he unleashed his golden Profound Qi. It surged like a deluge, unleashing a formidable power that could shake the heavens.

"Out of my way!"

He charged at Zhang Yun first. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance in an instant, and with a face-to-face punch, his golden-glowing fist boomed like thunder, unstoppable in its force. Before even reaching Zhang Yun's face, the punch's wind sent him flying backward, his hair a wild mess.

Oh, my dear mother!

Zhang Yun was terrified.

Only those who had faced Ye Feng's fist knew its terror. To Zhang Yun, it wasn't just a fist but a colossal hammer capable of cleaving mountains and parting seas, and he dared not meet it head-on.

Yet, Zhang Yun had anticipated Ye Feng's iron punch. As Ye Feng's fist flew, Zhang Yun ducked, rolling past Ye Feng like a ball, dodging the blow.

Zhao Feihong was already on the move, his bellowing roar closing in as his heavy fist aimed straight for Ye Feng's back.

"Hehe, you think we'd just stand here and take your punches? Think again!"

Huh?

Ye Feng uttered a soft sound of surprise, seemingly caught off guard. But as he braced to face Zhao Feihong's incoming punch, a more intense wave of searing Profound Qi suddenly surged from his right side.

Jee Fanchen!

The wild young master, seizing his moment like a ravenous, bloodthirsty wolf, had his eyes ablaze with ferocity. His palms were alight with thick, rolling flames of Profound Qi, resembling meteoric fireballs streaking through the sky as they lunged straight for Ye Feng. His timing and force were impeccable.

"You little runt, I'll show you what real profound arts combat skills are. Get on your knees!"

"Flaming Fist!"

Crackle.

The scorching light sliced through the air, leaving trails like white smoke in its wake. The fearsome heat roared on Jee Fanchen's fist, a testament to the might of profound arts—channeling Profound Qi in a unique manner, enhanced by Jee Fanchen's First Grade flame energy, its power vastly surpassing the limits of a Two Pluses martial cultivator, capable of melting metal and incinerating stone.

Ye Feng!

The crowd gasped in shock.

Caught off guard, Ye Feng had no time to position himself for the clash. He could only brace his left shoulder to absorb the brunt of Jee Fanchen's fiery punch. A dull thud followed, and he was sent hurtling backward, a fierce blaze clinging to his body. The dreadful flames soared over two meters high, threatening to reduce Ye Feng to cinders like a merciless fire demon.

"He's done for!"

"He's lost, he's definitely lost! Ye Feng is surely defeated now!"

The onlookers sighed in dismay, while Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yun could barely contain their glee, practically dancing with joy at the thought of Jee Fanchen reducing Ye Feng to ash with a single blow.

With a triumphant grin following his successful strike, Jee Fanchen looked on at the fiery silhouette and taunted:

"Ye Feng, you've only yourself to blame for your blindness, always opposing me! Don't think you can strut around just because you've advanced to the Profound Stage. The Nephelo Sect... it's still not yours... You?"

However, before Jee Fanchen could finish his boastful declaration, the scene unfolding before him altered the very tone of his voice.

"Jee-Young Master Jee... That kid?"

Zhao Feihong and Zhang Yun's faces turned ashen. They were close enough to see everything clearly. As the flames dwindled, a tall figure emerged, standing defiantly with no hint of defeat!

How could this be?!

They were so astounded that their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Ye Feng, who had taken a direct hit from Young Master Jee's Fiery Fist, was unscathed?

Beneath the incredulous stares of the onlookers, Ye Feng slowly stripped off what remained of his disciple uniform, leaving only the waistband, and revealed a torso that was both strong and robust.

His sharply defined silhouette, the muscles cut as if by a sculptor's knife, all glowed faintly under the sunlight, making Ye Feng resemble a Rakshasa War God reborn from the flames. His gaze was icy, his presence overwhelming, without a single mark of injury.

"I didn't expect you three fools to actually use your heads for once."

Ye Feng's laugh was chilling, sending shivers down the spine like a demon's sneer.

Within him, his male meridians were pulsing with power, the golden Profound Qi coursing through him like a mighty river, effortlessly dispelling any of the fire Profound Qi that sought to harm his flesh. A brutal and domineering will surged from the depths of his heart, causing his bones to crackle with a series of explosive sounds. The fearsome killing intent seemed to solidify into a visible gale, sweeping across the arena.

Ye Feng was furious!

All the pent-up frustration and anger he had harbored exploded in that moment. He was determined to settle all scores in today's match.

"Ye, Ye Feng, you still dare to put on an act? Believe me, we'll cripple you with our next move!"

Across the way, Zhang and Zhao were reluctant to meet Ye Feng's daunting gaze, but bolstered by Jee Fanchen's presence, they maintained their bluster and kept up their taunts.

Jee Fanchen's eyes blazed with fury, his fists alight with an even more ferocious flame of profound energy than before.

He pointed at Ye Feng with unabashed arrogance and contempt.

"Hmph, Ye Feng, what does it matter if your Profound Qi is somewhat powerful? Without knowledge of the profound arts, you are fated to be crushed under my feet today, burned to cinders. Prepare to meet your end!"

"Who says I'm not skilled in profound arts?"

What?

With a scoff from Ye Feng, a torrent of golden Profound Qi burst forth from within him, enveloping his feet in a blinding radiance that forced everyone to shield their eyes.

Amidst a cacophony of crackles, the golden light morphed into a myriad of delicate electric currents, slithering around Ye Feng's feet like serpentine flashes of lightning, endowing him with boundless strength.

Bang!

He stomped down, and the solid stone platform shattered in an instant.

Transformed into a blur of light barely perceptible to the naked eye, Ye Feng rocketed toward Zhang Yun, the nearest opponent.

Incredibly fast!

Zhang Yun's body tensed in terror, his hairs standing on end.

While Ye Feng's earlier punch was powerful, Zhang Yun, also at the One Pluse Stage, had managed to react. But now, Ye Feng's velocity had escalated to an overwhelming pace, leaving Zhang Yun with a sense of inevitable doom—as if trying to escape a thunderbolt was futile.

Agh!

Zhang Yun's agonized scream pierced the air.

He couldn't discern Ye Feng's movements; he was merely a punching bag, flung through the air, feeling as if a thousand tiny blades were slicing through his guts. The pain was beyond words, so intense he wanted to howl in anguish.

"Zhang Yun!"

From the sidelines, Zhao Feihong's vision blurred, and then he saw Zhang Yun hurled away like a lifeless carcass. He barely had time to gasp in shock before a streak of golden light zipped before his eyes.

"Ye Feng!"

His soul seemed to shatter with fright. He was somewhat more resilient than Zhang Yun, catching a glimpse of Ye Feng's palm radiating with fine golden sparks, unrelentingly hurtling toward him.

What kind of palm technique is this?

Even with a clear view of Ye Feng's assault, Zhao Feihong's fate was no different from Zhang Yun's.

Unable to react to the incoming strike, his face was instantly lacerated, and he toppled backward, a flurry of white bandages fluttering in the air. As Zhao Feihong spun through the air, there was a certain cruel beauty to the scene.

Smack.

Having dispatched both men, Ye Feng came to a halt, standing firm on the platform.

It was then that the onlookers could fully appreciate the sight—his legs and arms sheathed in a golden electric current, crackling with an intensity that far exceeded the might of the One Pluse Profound Stage.

"Raging Thunder Palm! It's the Raging Thunder Palm!"

Upon witnessing the scene, Han Yun, perched atop the high platform, couldn't contain his astonishment and exclaimed in surprise.

"This kid managed to master the Raging Thunder Palm during the brief duration of an incense stick in the Comprehension Test, and he's already demonstrating such mastery... This... This is a once-in-a-century talent!"

The audience around the arena was equally captivated by Ye Feng's formidable prowess, especially when someone identified the profound arts he was using as the newly learned Raging Thunder Palm. Their awe and reverence for him soared to new heights.

What defines a genius?

This is what a true genius looks like!

On the stage, Jee Fanchen was utterly dumbfounded.

"No, it can't be!"

Watching the commanding presence of Ye Feng, he was consumed by a sense of humiliation and rage he had never felt before, his teeth clenched in fury.

He was the esteemed scion of the heavens, with the cultivation of the Two Pluses Profound Stage, wielding a mid-grade profound arts beyond the reach of others. He was fated to be the shining focal point of the Nephelo Sect. And Ye Feng? What was he?

Nothing but a dog, a creature as insignificant as an ant. How could he tolerate being overshadowed by such a one?

No!

It was utterly unacceptable!

Jee Fanchen's delicate ego was shattered by an impact like no other. This pampered young master, accustomed to smooth sailing, failed to grasp the reality of his situation when faced with adversity. Blinded by rage, he made the most foolish decision.

With a thunderous roar, he channeled his Profound Qi to its utmost limit, his body erupting in flames two feet high, transforming himself into a blazing human torch. He charged at Ye Feng, screaming wildly.

"Ye Feng, you little bastard, by what right do you defeat me, Jee Fanchen?! You're not worthy, not in the slightest!"

"Bastard!"

The word lanced through Ye Feng's ears, fueling the surge of golden lightning within him.

"Jee Fanchen, shut your filthy mouth!"