C6 Face-smacking in reverse

"The ninth battle, Yan Ling from the Yan family versus Wang Kui from the Wang family!"

"Yanling!" Outside of the arena, Yan Qiuyu's eyes lit up when she heard the two words' Yan Ling '. If one were to say that Yan Lengyue was a genius, then this Yan Ling could only be described as a' monster '.

From the age of ten, Yan Ling had only used five short years to reach the ninth level of the Refinement Realm. Since he was young, he had an extraordinary interest and comprehension towards swords, and he was also known as the Yan family's most terrifying talent in the past hundred years, and was also one of the people who was most likely to become a member of the big clan.

She was dressed in a blue dress and had a sharp sword. Her face looked warm and peaceful like a virgin, but her whole body seemed to be exuding a threatening sword intent and a crazy fighting spirit. She was born for fighting, and the Wang family had the same thought in their hearts when they saw the men from the Yan family.

"What a threatening aura." Looking at Yan Ling standing on the stage, the leader of the Wang family couldn't help but praise him. This young man had such a strong aura, the fact that the Yan family was able to stand proudly in the Tianfeng City for so many generations, was indeed the reason.

The Wang Clan member, Wang Ziqian, also jumped onto the stage and looked at Yan Ling vigilantly. He had no choice but to be cautious because he could feel an extremely dangerous aura coming from Yan Ling's body.

"Sigh ~ ~" The Patriarch of the Wang Clan also sighed. This battle was destined to be a loss. Not only did he lose in momentum to his opponent, he also lost in mentality to his opponent.

"You can't beat me, so you should leave as soon as possible." Yan Ling looked at Wang Ziqian and slowly let out a few cold words. There was no contempt or sarcasm in these words, only a strong confidence.

"Damn it ~" Clenching his fist, Wang Ziqian had a dark expression on his face. He had been treated as a genius by his family ever since he was young. Although this was just a word of advice to others, it was the biggest insult to him.

"The martial arts competition begins ~"

"Ah ~" With a loud shout, Wang Ziqian's body also moved. Speed! Such terrifying speed! It was not much different from Wang Mu's earlier attack. The Spiritual Light that was flying from his palm clearly contained a terrifying power. He was completely enraged by the youth's words.

"Pitiful ~" Seeing Wang Qiong so close to him, Yan Ziling sneered as he stood there motionlessly.

Drawing the sword, raising the sword, and the frenzied gathering of the spirit children. After which, everyone only saw a flash of sword light. In that instant, no, it was more accurate to say in the blink of an eye.

"Bang ~ ~" A wave of spiritual energy churned, and everyone saw it being quickly suppressed and absorbed.

As the spirit wave dissipated, everyone's eyes were filled with bewilderment. This was because they saw that there was an additional person on the battle stage.

"Patriarch of the Wang Clan!" The crowd finally saw that this person was undoubtedly the head of the Wang family, Wang Long. At this moment, the head of the Wang family was also standing in the extended palm position.

With a frown, Yanling also looked at Wang Long with an expressionless face.

"My Wang Clan lost this match." Wang Long, the head of the Wang family, also said to Yan Fengtian, who was standing below the stage.

"Patriarch!" Wang Qiong looked at Wang Long, who had admitted defeat himself, and also unwillingly said those words to him.

"Shut up, you're not his match." The Patriarch of the Wang Clan, Wang Long, also shouted to Wang Qiong behind him.

"Since Clan Head Wang has personally said it, we don't mind." A faint smile appeared on Yan Fengtian's face as he looked at Wang Long.

"There will be a day when I will defeat you in front of everyone!"

Although he was still unwilling, Wang Qiong did not dare to say anything more. He used a sinister gaze to look at Yan Ling, and spoke fiercely.

"I'll wait for you." Yan Ling slowly walked down from the stage. In his eyes, he didn't even put Wang Qiong in his eyes.

Powerful. That sword strike earlier was truly terrifying. If it wasn't for the clan lord of the Wang Clan blocking it at such a crucial moment, Wang Qiong would have already turned into an ice-cold corpse. As Yan Qiuyu recalled the sword strike just now, she couldn't help but think of it.

Speaking of his sword technique, he was truly proficient in it. Pulling out the sword, raising the sword, pouring the powerful child into the sword and then chopping down at the target. All of this happened too quickly.

"How can I have such a clear impression?" Yan Qiuyu suddenly felt a little strange, she could clearly see Yan Ling's sword just now?

Just when Yan Qiuyu was feeling curious, the last match began.

"The tenth match, Yan Ba from the Yan family against Wang Mingkong from the Wang family."

Yan Ba was the son of the Yan family's leader, and he was also very talented. He was good at using sabers, and was the most malicious person in the younger generation of the Yan family. Although Yan Ba was the strongest person in the family, everyone knew that as long as Yan Ling was given a period of time, he would definitely surpass him.

In the Wang Family, he was also a good talent among the younger generation and had a strong perception of the spirit children at such a young age. It was said that he was already able to fight those at the ninth level of the Refinement Realm when he was only at the seventh level of the Refinement Realm. Now, after two years, it was unknown just what level his cultivation had reached.

Wang Ba stomped heavily on the ground. His extremely strong body flew up onto the arena as well. Then, he swung his broadsword over his shoulder and looked at Wang Mingkong, who was slowly walking away, with disdain.

"Hurry up. No matter how carefree you go, I will definitely be the one to send you off the stage."

Wang Mingkong slowly walked to the opposite side of Yan Ba. His sickly white face slowly looked at him, and his white palm made a disdainful gesture towards Yan Ba.

"The tenth match begins."

Taking the sword off his shoulder, Yan Ba didn't say anything further and directly swung it towards Wang Mingkong.

Wang Mingkong also took out a silver sword from his waist, and stabbed towards Yan Ba's back while the sword flashed.

"Scram!" Yan Ba also felt the sword aura behind him suddenly turn around and brandished his broadsword in front of his chest.

"Break ~ Break ~ Break!" Wang Mingkong also kept stabbing out with the soft sword in his hand, stabbing madly into Yan Ba's blade.

Yan Ba was forced to retreat continuously. His figure flashed as he increased the distance between him and Wang Mingkong. His broadsword was much heavier than Wang Mingkong's, so he wasn't as fast as Wang Mingkong. The best thing he could do was increase the distance between them.

"Such a fierce attack, but it still lacks strength." Yan Ba said as he looked at Wang Mingkong, who was attacking him again.

"Berserker Blade Art." Yan Ba also roared in his heart and then quickly brandished his sword. The violent energy from his blade also left streaks of afterimages in the air.

"Divide into sword techniques!" Seeing this, Wang Mingkong also hurriedly circulated his Qi Method and Spiritual Child, as he continuously chopped at the surroundings with his sword, it was extremely sharp!

Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~ Ding ~" The sound of metal clashing rang out unceasingly. Wang Mingkong also quickly thrust out the flexible sword in his hand.

"Ding!" Another metal clanging sound rang out. Wang Mingkong's flexible sword was also smashed open by Yan Ba's saber, and a small crack immediately appeared on its surface. At the same time, Wang Mingkong's flexible sword also pierced through Yan Ba's violent blade energy that had surrounded him.

After receiving the attack, Yan Ba began waving his blade even more violently.

"Bang ~ ~" With a dull thud, Wang Mingkong's flexible sword finally couldn't withstand Yan Ba's blade energy anymore. The cracks also spread on the blade and then shattered into many pieces.

The blade energy was unstoppable, and it arrived right in front of Wang Mingkong. The blade turned back into a blade, and then smashed into Wang Mingkong's chest.

"Split Sword!" At the moment the back of the blade smashed into Wang Mingkong's chest, Wang Mingkong also shouted in his heart.

At this moment, the shattered Soft Sword fragments suddenly changed directions. The spirit particles swirled and stabbed towards Yan Ba at the same time.

"Ah!" The two screamed out at the same time, and then everyone saw Wang Mingkong being blasted out of the arena, his chest was slightly caved in, and he was unconscious. Obviously, he was injured too badly.

As they looked at Yan Ba and the others on the stage, they felt a chill run down their spines. The sword fragments stabbed into Yan Ba's body from all directions. Even if it wasn't too deep, it had still entered half of his body.

The spirit seed suddenly exploded out from Yan Ba's body, and all of the sword fragments were knocked out of his body.

There was a pained look on his face, but Yan Ba also dragged his bloodied body back down the stage.

After Yan Ba from the Yan family won the tenth match, everyone felt nervous as the elder announced it. They had lost to the Wang family just like that, but then again, the number one member of the Wang family, Wang Tianyu, hadn't come.

At this moment, the face of the leader of the Wang family turned pale. He was originally here to slap the face of the Yan family.

"Head of the Wang family, although your Wang family has lost today, our Yan family has experienced the glory of the Wang family's younger generation. They are all talented." Yan Feng Tian smiled as he spoke to Wang Long, the leader of the Wang family, who hadn't completely digested the information.

Seemingly sensing the hidden meaning in Yan Fengtian's words, Wang Long also forcefully suppressed the resentment in his heart as he faced the Heavenly Dao of the Misty Wind.

"Of course not. The younger generation of the Yan family are so talented. We have seen it for ourselves. Since our Wang family has lost the competition, we will offer these ten Earth Spiritual Pills to them someday." Wang Long gloomily replied.

"Alright, I, Yan Feng Tian, thank you on behalf of the younger generation of the Yan family." Yan Feng Tian said lightly.

"Since the competition is over, we won't stay any longer." Wang Kong could not help but look towards the Heavenly Wind Eagle.

"Good, I hope that the Wang family will always visit our Yan family."

"Humph!" The Wang family didn't say anything else and stepped onto the Eagle Demon. Then, they too slowly disappeared into the distant horizon before the eyes of the men from the Yan family.