C15 Ye Xiangguang's All-out Attack

Ye Xiangyang's frame quivered as an internal barrier shattered within him, granting him sudden insight into numerous martial techniques. His mastery of the Southern Bear Fist had ascended to the Great Completion Stage.

He shook himself, channeling the might of a bear shaking its limb. His ferocious nature burst forth. With a palm thrust forward like a massive bear's claw, he swiped at Ye Xiangguang's neck.

His fingers, akin to a tiger's deadly claws, gleamed with streaks of chilling light.

Ye Xiangguang, agile as a circling eagle, swiftly retreated.

In that instant, Ye Xiangyang leaped into action with a thunderous roar, charging forward.

His hands, now tiger claws, reached for Ye Xiangguang's chest.

Ye Xiangguang, undeterred, countered with a flourish of his arms, and the two clashed, each forced back several paces.

Ye Xiangyang sensed his strength waning against Ye Xiangguang's.

The crowd watched the duel, riveted and silent.

They had grown almost numb to Ye Xiangyang's miraculous feats. A Profound Warrior One Star holding his own against a Profound Warrior Five Star was unprecedented. How formidable was Ye Xiangyang?

Ye Xiangguang's gaze hardened. He had anticipated an easy victory.

Yet, after half an hour of combat, Ye Xiangyang showed no signs of faltering.

Ye Xiangguang hadn't foreseen that he would be the catalyst for Ye Xiangyang's advancement.

"This is my last move. If you withstand it, I concede defeat," he declared. Vaulting three feet into the air, Ye Xiangguang unleashed a piercing cry: "Thousand Mountain Strike."

A crushing tide of energy surged toward Ye Xiangyang, the culmination of Ye Xiangguang's full might condensed into a single devastating blow.

Below, the Profound Warriors watched with grave intensity, some disdaining Ye Xiangguang for deploying his ultimate skill against a lower-ranked opponent.

"The Ye Xiangyang we see now transcends a mere Profound Warrior One Star. He ought to be acknowledged as a Profound Warrior Five Star. Have you ever witnessed a One Star with such overwhelming power?"

The Thousand Mountain Strike was Ye Xiangguang's most formidable move. He had once unleashed it during a family tournament, leaving a peer of equal standing coughing up blood.

Ye Xiangxiao burst into laughter, "Go Ye Xiangguang, knock him dead!"

"A Profound Warrior of the Five Star rank should never fall to a One Star," Ye Xiangti remarked.

Ye Xingyue's smile hinted at his anticipation; if Ye Xiangyang sustained severe injuries, it would be his opportunity to deal with him.

Ye Xiangyang could sense an overwhelming force bearing down on him, a force potent enough to inflict grave injuries.

Ye Xiangguang had declared this to be his final blow. If Ye Xiangyang could evade it, Ye Xiangguang would face defeat. With no other choice, Ye Xiangyang readied his ace in the hole.

"Martial God Heavenly Arts!" he silently invoked. In an instant, his skin glowed with a vivid orange hue, and his body was adorned with tortoise shell patterns the size of fingernails.

Ye Xiangguang's fist connected with Ye Xiangyang's shoulder, sending him stumbling back three paces. But the onslaught didn't stop there; Ye Xiangguang's fists continued to pummel Ye Xiangyang like a torrential downpour.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiangyang's fists met Ye Xiangguang's with equal ferocity, their impacts echoing through the air.

Onlookers saw Ye Xiangguang swaying unsteadily, like a butterfly caught in a gust, his form quivering.

With a decisive blow, Ye Xiangyang struck Ye Xiangguang's chest, catapulting him over five feet away to land heavily on the ground. A fresh gush of blood followed.

Ye Xiangyang, slightly off-balance, watched as the red tortoise shell patterns on his skin faded. His complexion turned a ghostly shade of pale.

Spitting out another mouthful of blood, Ye Xiangguang looked at Ye Xiangyang and chuckled. Extending his thumb, he praised, "Well done."

The crowd rose to their feet, their faces etched with disbelief as they gazed upon the two combatants on the stage.

The fight had left everyone astounded. Initially, all bets were on Ye Xiangyang's certain defeat.

Yet, as the battle unfolded, it became clear that Ye Xiangguang's power wasn't enough to overpower Ye Xiangyang completely. The crowd now found themselves rooting for Ye Xiangyang to endure just a little longer.

Next, Ye Xiangyang's martial arts skill achieved a breakthrough to the Great Completion Stage during the match, leaving everyone feeling somewhat incredulous.

Ultimately, when Ye Xiangguang unleashed the Thousand Mountain Strike, they were certain Ye Xiangyang would sustain grave injuries. Yet, as Ye Xiangyang's body radiated a crimson glow, it was Ye Xiangguang who ended up collapsing.

Ye Xiangyang emerged victorious over Ye Xiangguang, despite the latter's superior cultivation level.

The applause erupted like thunderous roars.

"Way to go, Ye Xiangyang!"

"This match has truly been an eye-opener."

"He's definitely a prodigy."

With eyes brimming with delight, Ye Yongqing gazed at Ye Xiangyang. "I need to discuss with the five elders; I intend to designate him as a core disciple."

"Core disciple." At the mention of these words, Ye Xingyue's expression turned ominously grim.