C13 I Want to Challenge Ye Xiangguang

As Ye Yongqing's words echoed, a wave of applause rose from the crowd.

The applause was for the family head, and for Ye Xiangyang's impressive achievements.

To reach the peak of Profound Warrior One Star in just a month was astounding, but to also possess Grade 4 talent was something else entirely. Grade 4 talent was the key to entering the Pill Tripod Divine Sect.

A person with Grade 1 talent could become a Profound Warrior, while those with Grade 2 could at least reach Profound Master. With Grade 3 talent, one could at least ascend to Profound General, and with Grade 4, one could at least become a Profound Grandmaster. Profound Strength martial artists were among the rarest and most skilled in the world.

"The Ye Family has a true genius among them! The family's resurgence is now within reach."

"Indeed, a genius like this couldn't possibly lack martial talent! He's shown us his Grade 4 prowess."

"Ye Xiangyang, you have our support."

The Third Elder, Ye Xingyue, Ye Xiangxiao, and Ye Xiangti seemed as if they had been publicly slapped, their embarrassment clear for all to hear.

Ye Wentian watched his son, tears brimming in his eyes, and whispered to himself, "I am so proud of you."

The onlookers around Ye Wentian offered their congratulations: "Your son is a genius with incredible talent; he truly is the Ye family's pride."

"Absolutely, the Ye family must cultivate his potential."

"His prospects are boundless; he's sure to lead the Ye family to new heights."

Following the assessment of profound strength and talent, the event continued with a martial arts contest.

The Profound Warriors couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle, seeing it as mere child's play.

Yet, the joy in their hearts was undeniable, as the scene brought back fond memories of their own youth.

With the competition concluded, five more children were welcomed into the Ye's Compound.

Remaining was Ye Xiangyang, whose earlier dazzling performance had deterred any would-be challengers.

Being at the peak of Profound Warrior One Star meant he was verging on the level of a Profound Warrior Two Star!

Standing on the elevated stage, Ye Xiangyang exuded a formidable presence that captivated the crowd.

It was common knowledge that Ye Xiangyang was gearing up to challenge Ye Xiangguang.

Everyone's gaze was fixed intently on Ye Xiangyang, eager to see if he would truly take on the challenge against a Profound Warrior Five Star as he claimed.

Ye Xiangyang looked towards Ye Xiangguang with respect in his eyes. Ye Xiangguang was a man of his word; since that day, he had ceased any aggression towards Ye Xiangyang's parents, a gesture that deeply touched Ye Xiangyang.

With a formal bow, he addressed Ye Xiangguang: "Ye Xiangguang, I challenge you."

All eyes shifted to Ye Xiangguang, their expressions a mix of surprise and disbelief. They had heard rumors of the challenge, but the reality of it still seemed incredible.

Could a Profound Warrior One Star truly stand a chance against a Profound Warrior Five Star?

Ye Xiangguang, with his years of dedication, had honed his Southern Bear Fist to near perfection. His movement techniques, footwork, and physical prowess were beyond the understanding of a Profound Warrior One Star.

The consensus was clear: Ye Xiangyang stood no chance.

Yet, no one ridiculed him for biting off more than he could chew. His remarkable performance in the Profound Strength test had turned heads, and his display of martial talent had left a lasting impression. Could there be another surprise in store during this duel?

"I have a feeling Ye Xiangyang might not lose," ventured someone from the crowd.

"I disagree. The disparity between them is simply too vast."

"His audacity to challenge Ye Xiangguang speaks volumes about his courage. Win or lose, he possesses the spirit of a true warrior."

"He should at least be aware of his own limitations. If he were to die suddenly, all of this would be in vain," Ye Xiangxiao remarked with a sneer.

Plans had been laid to ensure Ye Xiangyang would not walk away from this alive.

The more formidable Ye Xiangyang proved to be, the more he would be targeted.

Ye Xiangguang offered a slight smile. He hadn't anticipated Ye Xiangyang's impressive talent. Truth be told, even at the risk of alienating Ye Xingyue and the others, he couldn't afford to disable Ye Xiangyang. The Ye family would bear the brunt of such a loss.

This was a fact Ye Xiangguang knew all too well.

Standing up, Ye Xiangguang greeted him with a congenial smile: "Very well, Ye Xiangyang, show me the extent of your strength."

Ye Xianghui gazed at his brother, imploring, "Brother, you must seek vengeance for me."

Ye Xiangguang cast a disdainful glance at Ye Xianghui. It was no surprise that Ye Xiangyang had broken his hand bone; his lack of foresight was to blame.

Atop the high platform, the Fifth Elder presided as judge. His eyes moved between Ye Xiangyang and Ye Xiangguang, a look of approval for Ye Xiangyang evident on his face. He cautioned Ye Xiangguang, "Be mindful of your strength when you strike. Ye Xiangyang represents the future of our family."

Ye Xiangguang nodded in acknowledgment, "Rest assured, Elder, I understand."

Ye Xingyue's face darkened as she watched Ye Xiangguang.

With a command from the Fifth Elder, the match began. Ye Xiangyang and Ye Xiangguang sprang into action, launching their quickest punches at one another, each blow packing the force of hundreds of kilograms.

The dull thud of their fists colliding reverberated, capturing the attention of all present. Spectators turned their eyes to the ring, eager to gauge the gap between Ye Xiangyang and Ye Xiangguang.

Many anticipated a severe injury for Ye Xiangyang, given the vast gap between a Profound Warrior One Star and a Profound Warrior Five Star was believed to be.

Yet, it was Ye Xiangguang who staggered back seven or eight steps, shaking his arm vigorously to dissipate Ye Xiangyang's formidable power.

He stared at Ye Xiangyang, astonishment etched across his face. He had held back, using only half his strength for fear of injuring Ye Xiangyang, but still, he had been pushed back.

In the instant their fists met, Ye Xiangguang felt Ye Xiangyang's power surge like an oncoming mountain. He scrambled to muster his full strength in response, but it was too late. His arms tingled with numbness and ached with pain.

A wave of shock rippled through the onlookers, their disbelief palpable. "How can this be? How could Ye Xiangguang be at a disadvantage?"

"Some say Ye Xiangguang was pulling his punches."

"No, the truth is Ye Xiangyang is incredibly strong. He might well be on equal footing with Ye Xiangguang, which could have led to the misjudgment."

Regardless, Ye Xiangyang's martial prowess was undeniable. He was a versatile fighter, consistently astonishing onlookers with his performance, no matter the challenge.

Ye Yongqing, along with the four elders and the captains of the four Profound Warrior Regiments, all subtly nodded in agreement. They recognized that with that single punch, Ye Xiangyang had demonstrated he was truly a prodigy.

There were no doubts left in anyone's mind.

He had triumphed.