C6 A Peerless Genius!

Everyone was in disbelief, utterly astonished, and questioning the evidence of their own eyes.

"Has Ye Xiangyang been secretly cultivating all along?"

"How else could he be so fierce?"

Onlookers were captivated by the duel between Ye Xiangyang and Ye Xiangming, both employing the Southern Bear Fist technique.

Ye Xiangyang's form was noticeably less fluid; he had only begun learning the Southern Bear Fist that very morning and couldn't match Ye Xiangming's years of practice.

Yet, Ye Xiangyang was undeterred, possessing a strength that Ye Xiangming lacked. His formidable physique was such that not even a Profound Warrior Two Star could rival him.

As Ye Xiangyang and Ye Xiangming exchanged blows, Ye Xiangyang landed solid punches on his opponent.

The sound of their fists meeting flesh sent a thrill through the crowd.

Against all expectations, Ye Xiangyang was holding his own, resembling an enraged bear, limbs thrashing with astonishing force.

The new disciples surrounding the arena were agape, as if strangled in suspense. They couldn't fathom how Ye Xiangyang had achieved the rank of Profound Warrior Two Star without the resources of Ye's Compound or the family's martial arts techniques. It was baffling and utterly confounding.

Their shock was palpable, but the lower-ranked Profound Warriors of the Ye Family felt it even more acutely.

Most were still at the Profound Warrior One Star level, and they were acutely aware of the vast journey and immense resources required to progress from One Star to Two Star.

The Ye family was intimately familiar with Ye Xiangyang's household struggles, sometimes barely able to make ends meet, and yet he had ascended to the Profound Warrior Two Star level. It was a staggering blow to their self-esteem.

"Ye Xiangyang can't possibly be a true Profound Warrior Two Star, can he?"

"Who can say? Judging by his current bout with Ye Xiangming, he very well might be."

"Damn, we've poured so many of our family's resources into reaching Profound Warrior One Star. How on earth did he manage to reach Two Star?"

While they were disheartened, Ye Xiangming was even more so.

After exchanging a series of punches, he began to feel a throbbing pain where Ye Xiangyang had struck him, which was starting to hinder his martial arts performance, sending a wave of panic through him.

Ye Xiangyang, on the other hand, remained as ferocious and fearless as ever. Ye Xiangming no longer dared to engage him in a head-on battle.

He had to leverage his superior Boxing Arts to emerge victorious. Yet, with each exchange, Ye Xiangyang's Boxing Arts grew increasingly refined, wielding the Southern Bear Fist with a surprising and formidable power.

His dodges and feints became sharper, his kicks and strikes stronger, and his footwork revealed a deepening mastery. The prospect of Ye Xiangming gaining the upper hand over Ye Xiangyang was becoming ever more unlikely.

It was as though he was inadvertently coaching Ye Xiangyang.

Ye Xiangming was incredibly frustrated, thinking to himself, "Great, I'm basically his trainer. I'll defeat you with this technique."

Two thuds echoed as Ye Xiangming stumbled back seven or eight steps, his eyes wide with astonishment. He fixed his gaze on Ye Xiangyang, an internal scream erupting, "How can this be?"

Ye Xiangyang's punch met his squarely. In a fluid motion, Ye Xiangyang's left fist shadowed his movement and struck him on the right rib, forcing him back another seven or eight steps. His ribs screamed with pain, feeling as though they might snap.

How could Ye Xiangyang seize the moment with such precision? How could he so accurately exploit a weakness and shatter the desperate strike of the Southern Bear Fist?

Ye Xiangming had trained diligently for over a year to reach his current skill level. How had this young upstart achieved such prowess? He hadn't noticed anything when they sparred the day before. Was it possible that Ye Xiangyang had intentionally concealed his true strength then?

Recognizing his own defeat, Ye Xiangming wouldn't foolishly seek further punishment. With a cold laugh, he warned, "Ye Xiangyang, don't get too cocky. You've beaten Ye Xianghui badly, and his father and brother will never forgive you for that. His brother oversees the Medicine Herbs Field."

Ye Xiangyang felt a jolt in his heart. His own parents worked in that very field. His mind had been set on vengeance, but he hadn't considered the repercussions.

Ye Xiangyang's heart was devoid of the thrill of victory; instead, his fists clenched tighter after Ye Xiangming's words. His current strength was insufficient to alter the dire situation before him.

"If only I were a Profound Warrior Five Star, my parents wouldn't have to endure this hardship," he thought, a fierce longing surging within him. "I need more power."

"Let them seek vengeance on me if they dare. I swear I'll have my revenge," Ye Xiangyang said, his face twisted with intensity.

The crowd dispersed, leaving Ye Xianghui to be helped away by several others.

Those remaining eyed Ye Xiangyang with a mix of awe and fear. Despite his frail appearance, the boy possessed a remarkable burst of power. He had achieved the rank of Profound Warrior Two Star even before setting foot in the Ye's Compound.

The Fifth Elder witnessed it all in silence. Once the children had gone, he hastened to report to the family patriarch.

Upon hearing the account, Ye Yongqing's eyes shone with excitement. "Ye Xiangyang managed to defeat Ye Xianghui and Ye Xiangming the first time he cultivated Profound Qi?"

Should this be true, the boy was nothing short of a once-in-a-generation prodigy. Such a talent could elevate the entire Ye Family. "He's a blessing to our clan," Ye Yongqing thought.

"Today, he began learning the South Bear Six Styles, and within just half an hour, he had already harnessed Profound Strength," the Fifth Elder shared, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Ye Yongqing's face, usually stoic, now beamed with excitement. "How is it possible for him to defeat both a Profound Warrior One Star and Two Star?"

The Fifth Elder smiled slyly. "He possesses a special physique."

A special physique meant a body with extraordinary and unforeseen abilities.

"We'll keep this under wraps for now," Ye Yongqing murmured, barely containing his elation. "We'll watch and see how this unfolds."

On his way home, Ye Xiangyang encountered several Ye Family butchers hauling a cart laden with large buckets of demonic beast blood, heading towards the slaughterhouse.

A jolt of recognition struck him. The Martial God Heavenly Arts mentioned that Demon Beast Blood was a source of energy he could harness. Stepping forward, he inquired, "Uncle, what's the purpose of transporting all this Demon Beast Blood?"

Had it been the day before yesterday, no one would have paid any attention to him, as he was the poorest member of the Ye family.

The results of yesterday's test had become common knowledge throughout Zhenhai City. Those with Two Star talent were fated to become masters revered by all. Ye Xiangyang possessed such potential and his courteous demeanor pleased the men greatly: "This is Demon Beast Blood. We need to dispose of it."

Ye Xiangyang's eyes sparkled with interest. He eagerly inquired, "May I have this discarded blood?"