C28 Invincible

"There's no justice!"

"How does this kid train?"

Everyone below the stage were as though they were ants that had been blown up. Ye Ling created a miracle once again, it was difficult for them to accept.

Ye Yunshuang was so angry that he clenched his teeth. The two geniuses of the Zhao Family became the stepping stones for Ye Ling.

"How annoying!"

"This brat, just what kind of fortuitous opportunity did he encounter?"

Ye Yunshuang clenched his hands tightly, and turned to look at Li Wushuang and Zheng Hong on the stage. Previously, he was still hesitating whether he should join hands with Li Wushuang or not.

Now, he could not be too worried. If Ye Ling was not eliminated, there would be a day when he would be able to take the lead in his entire life. The Ye Family could rise again without him, but Ye Ling had to eliminate them.

On the stage, Li Wushuang and Zheng Hong's faces were extremely ugly. The more Ye Ling shone with light, the more furious they were. The two of them looked at each other and immediately killed them secretly.

Qiu Yun's performance was outstanding, and he had long become the target of their choice. To be able to win with a single punch, how could he be an ordinary person?

Ye Yunhua frowned, at this moment, he had always been stopping everyone present. Ye Yunshuang's fury, Yun Zhonghe's strangeness, Li Wushuang's killing intent, were all completely captured by him.

"If that's true, then it looks like the Ye Family is indeed doomed!" Ye Yunhua shook his head slightly. His relationship with Elder Li had never been known to outsiders, as they came from a place like this.

Revealing his benevolent gaze, Ye Yunhua looked at Ye Ling who was on stage, and thought to himself, "The road to open up once again, is now up to you!"

On the stage, Ye Ling attracted tens of thousands of people's attention. His battle was breathtaking, causing everyone to look at his in a new light.

Yun Xi and Zhao Yi's expressions were ugly. Ye Ling? They naturally hated and hated him for stealing away their limelight.

"With the preliminaries concluded, the victors are Yun Xi, Zhao Yi, Ye Ling!"

In the last battle, pick out the arena masters and directly accept the challenges from the other two participants. The victors of the two matches will directly emerge victorious, and the victors will gain the qualifications to enter any one of the sects in the Baiyun Sect, while the weakest will be eliminated from the competition. "

Zheng Hong stood out, and with a mighty look on his face, he announced the competition's progress and rules to everyone. Not long after the announcement ended, Ye Ling and the other two began to draw their individual numbers, and selected their arena master to go up on the stage.

"Number one?"

After Ye Ling drew the lot, he could not help but frown, because he had drawn number 1, which meant that he wanted to go up on the fighting stage, and fight with Yun Xi and Zhao Yi.

After a moment of silence, Ye Ling turned to look at Yun Xi and Zhao Yi. Seeing that both of them looked at him with hostility on their faces, Ye Ling immediately stepped forward.

"It's Ye Ling!"

"My god, it's actually him who's guarding the combat arena?"

"I think Ye Ling will win this time!"

"…"

Seeing Ye Ling going up on stage, the surrounding people immediately started to discuss. Ye Ling's first two matches were too stunning, and it naturally made everyone feel that Ye Ling had the greatest chance of winning.

Seeing that, Zhao Yi and Yun Xi looked at each other, only to see Zhao Yi standing out, a cold smile on his face, instantly flying to the stage.

"Zhao Yi?"

"I heard that he is one of the disciples that the Black Wind Sect has nurtured!"

"Tsk tsk!" I think that the Zhao Family is really going to lose their standing and reputation this time.

"…"

Everyone was surprised, when Zhao Yi went up on stage, it actually made them a little unoptimistic. Previously, Zhao Yun was the same as Zhao Yi, both were strong Astral Reaching Stage experts, but he was also defeated by Ye Ling.

Ye Ling frowned slightly on the stage. He felt that Zhao Yi stepping onto the stage was too funny, and revealed an unkind gaze. He looked at Zhao Yi and said, "Your Zhao Family is really lingering like a ghost."

"Cut the crap!"

"My Zhao Family is not something you can laugh at!"

"With me, Zhao Yi, here, you are just a fleeting flower, what is there to be proud of!"

Zhao Yi taunted with a face that floated above his head, and his expression immediately became incomparably dark. His face flushed red as he glared at Ye Ling.

"Be careful of your tongue. You haven't even grown full hair, yet you dare to boast so shamelessly here. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Ye Ling chuckled coldly. Previously, Zhao Yi had provoked him time and time again, but now, he dared to be so arrogant and conceited. How could he tolerate that?

"Bastard!"

"If I don't teach you a lesson, do you think that my Zhao Family has no one else!?"

Zhao Yi was furious. Being humiliated like this by Ye Ling, he felt that he had lost all face, so he scolded angrily. With a leap, he turned into a shadow and followed along with his palm wind, charging straight at Ye Ling.

Ye Ling frowned, he anxiously retreated a few steps, and in front of him, a loud sound came out, the stage started to shake, and a strong gust of wind blew over.

"Die!"

Seeing Ye Ling dodge, Zhao Yi became furious, he bellowed, and raised his hand. In the next moment, a sharp sword light flashed, and slashed across the sky towards Ye Ling.

"Zhao Yi actually used a weapon!"

Everyone below the stage cried out in surprise, Zhao Yi suddenly using his weapon, which was completely inconsistent with the rules of the competition, but neither Zheng Hong nor Li Wushuang was able to stop him.

"It is indeed a small marten!"

Seeing that, Ye Yunhua was enraged, he turned his head to look at Zheng Hong and Zheng Hong, his face filled with killing intent.

Puff!

Just at that moment, blood splashed out from the stage. Ye Ling was unable to dodge in time, and the tip of Zhao Yi's sword cut into his right arm.

Thump! Thump!

Ye Ling retreated, his expression extremely cold. He turned around to look at the wound on his right arm, and directly glared at Zhao Yi with his head raised, "Despicable! You actually used a weapon, you sure are shameless! "

"Ha ha!"

"Who made the rule not to use weapons? The Martial Meeting is a competition of individual abilities. There is only success or failure. It is you who are too inexperienced! "

Zhao Yi laughed at the sky. Ye Ling's nonsense instead made him feel that it was laughable. In his eyes, only victory was possible, he didn't care whether he was despicable or not.

On the stage, Qiu Yun and Chen Feng looked at each other. The blade and sword did not have eyes, but it was still a type of martial skill, so the two of them did not stop it.

"Humph!" Ye Ling, let's see how you can continue showing off now! "

Li Wushuang laughed coldly to himself. Seeing that Ye Ling was injured, he naturally hoped that Ye Ling would immediately die in front of him.

Zheng Hong who was at the side, revealed a look of schadenfreude as he turned to look at Ye Yunhua, and thought in his heart: "No matter what, today, your Ye Family will be removed from existence!"

"Fleeting Time!"

Just as everyone was quiet, Zhao Yi waved the sword in his hand, transforming into a sword image, he suddenly rushed towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling gnashed his teeth, his eyes completely red as he glared at Zhao Yi. Just as Zhao Yi was about to attack, he suddenly disappeared from where he stood, and the surrounding shadows overlapped with each other, creating numerous ripples in the air.

Puff puff!

The astral wind was like a blade, invisible but even sharper, with blood splashing everywhere, the longsword in Zhang Yi's hand actually shattered inch by inch, Ye Ling's attack instantly shocked the entire audience.

"Wow!"

"How did he do it?"

"Terrifying!" This brat's attack is so sharp! "

"…"

Everyone below the stage could not help but exclaim, their eyes opened wide in shock but they could not see Ye Ling. Zhao Yi's body was covered in wounds, and blood was flowing out from his body.

"What!?" This child can actually control the power of the wind? "

On the high platform, Cheng Feng suddenly stood up, staring at the scene on the opposite side of the stage in shock.

"NO!" "This kid is fusing two martial skills together to create a mutated attack. This should be the legendary" Spiritual Martial Force "!"

Qiu Yun shook his head and denied what Chen Feng said. His eyes seemed to be able to see through Ye Ling's traces on the stage as he squinted his eyes slightly.

"Spiritual Martial Force?"

Morning Wind was shocked. "Spiritual Martial Force" was an abbreviation for training both martial arts and martial arts. Rumor has it that with the combination of martial arts, they could complement each other and bring out a greater power.

However, to be able to train in a martial skill requires extremely high talent and a tough body. People like them were usually called "Spiritual Martial Force Cultivators".

~ Thinking about that, Chen Feng and Qiu Yun looked at each other. It is hard to find spirit warriors in this world, but spirit warriors have [Innate] and [Pre-Sky], the former being well-prepared. The latter being the training of martial arts at the same time, but on the road of cultivation, it is very difficult to make any further progress.

"Spiritual Martial Force?" Li Wushuang, who was standing right in front of the two of them, had a startled look on his face. He had obviously heard of spirit warriors before, but had never seen one before, and from the two of them, he knew that Ye Ling was a spirit warrior. He was naturally shocked, and thought to himself, No wonder that brat was so powerful.

"We can't stay!"

"It's precisely this move, that's why I, Zheng Hong, was heavily injured by this bastard!"

Zheng Hong gnashed his teeth as the veins on his forehead throbbed violently. When the humongous Ye Ling used "Gale Blade" once again, he became even more furious, and the killing intent in his heart became even more intense.

Plop!

Just as everyone was startled, Zhao Yi who was on the stage suddenly fell to the ground, his entire body was twitching and bleeding profusely, and he had directly fainted from the heavy injuries.

Ye Ling's face was pale white, he knelt on one knee while gasping for breath. Every time he used the Gale Blade, he would have to expend a large amount of his strength and energy, because the technique required speed and strength, as well as its terrifying lethality.

"His elemental energy has been depleted?"

Below the stage, when Ye Yunhua saw Ye Ling's exhausted look, he knew that Ye Ling was like a lamp that had run out of oil. With Ye Ling's current strength, he had reached his limits to deal with Zhao Yi, who was at the first level of the Astral Reaching Stage.

"He actually defeated Zhao Yi?"

Yun Xi's expression became ugly, his eyes opened wide as he looked at Ye Ling who was on stage, fiercely biting his lips, his cheeks flushed red and his lily-white hands tightly clenched, but his heart was extremely perturbed.

"In Yun Xi's battle on the stage, if you concede that you're no match for him, you can directly admit defeat, and immediately consider yourself as forfeiting, eliminated from the competition!"

Just as Yun Xi was hesitating, Zheng Hong, who was on the stage, announced loudly. Ye Ling did not even have a chance to catch his breath, seeing that Ye Ling did not have any more strength to fight, he forced Yun Xi to fight on stage.

"Unfair? Ye Ling just finished his battle, he doesn't even have time to breathe! "

"That's right! Isn't this bullying? "

"…"

Hearing Zheng Hong's urging for the competition, some of the people below the stage actually stood up for him. Everyone's eyes lit up, Ye Ling had won the championship consecutively, but never had the chance to rest, and today was even more miraculous, crossing ranks to heavily injure Zhao Yi, victory was already in sight, but Zheng Hong was taking advantage of.