C20 Battle Ye Wuyuan!

It was only when the blue-clothed man flew back that he realized that Ye Wuchen was no longer the trash as rumored. At the very least, he should have recovered some of his strength, but so what? Could it be that he could defeat all the challengers?

"I'll challenge you!" Ye Wuchen did not intimidate his peers in the same city. On the contrary, he instigated even more fighting spirit. Soon, another man took a step forward and jumped beside Ye Wuchen.

"Xiao Pingzhang, peak of the Ninth Holy Mage!" He was from the Xiao family, and although he wasn't as famous as the three great families, he was still a disciple of a family that couldn't be underestimated in the Tianyong City.

"Make your move!" Ye Wuchen did not waste time talking and nodded slightly towards Xiao Pingzhang before clenching his fists. The golden color of his body was comparable to thunder and was akin to a giant dragon circling around him, giving people a huge pressure. Of course, Ye Wuchen did not reveal his strength as a Saint Master.

He didn't want to reveal his true strength too early, in case Ye Wuyuan and the others changed their plans.

"I admit that ten years ago, you were the number one Heaven's Pride of the Tianyong City, but now you no longer have the qualifications to be arrogant and conceited, right?" Seeing Ye Wuchen almost ignore him made him angry. He couldn't help but clench his fists and scold him with cold anger.

"Does my arrogance have anything to do with you? If you want to fight, fight. If not, scram! "

"Hmph, asking for trouble!" In his eyes, Ye Wuchen was simply courting death, but since he was courting death, then he couldn't blame anyone else. In an instant, he took a step forward and rushed in front of Ye Wuchen.

"This is the Xiao Clan's Dragon Tiger Fist!" The head of the Jiang family, Jiang Rong, shouted in a deep voice. His expression became a bit more serious, as he naturally felt that the Dragon Tiger Fist was a difficult move to deal with.

Ye Long looked at Ye Chun's expression and couldn't help but laugh in disdain, "Chief, if you're worried that Ye Wuchen will die, why don't you withdraw the coming of age ceremony?"

"Ye Long, our accounts will be settled sooner or later. There's no need to mock and ridicule us now!" Ye Chun had already secretly adjusted the situation to clearly know how Chen'er was crippled ten years ago. However, now was not the time to settle the score. He coldly glared at Ye Long and looked towards the arena.

Ye Long seemed to have guessed something and his gaze darkened. He felt that it was necessary to kill Ye Wuchen today. Since he was prepared to turn hostile, he might as well go all the way! He gritted his teeth at Shi Qing, who was standing in the dark.

On the arena, the terrifying aura of the Dragon Tiger Fist had already engulfed a radius of several hundred meters. Most of the disciples on the side had no choice but to step back to avoid being injured by the shockwave.

"Three Lives Fist! "A towering mountain!"

The first move of the Three Lives Fist was also one of the new moves that Ye Wuchen had mastered in the past three days. He could not use those moves as it was very important for him to train the Ye Family's techniques.

As soon as the towering mountain appeared, the entire arena seemed to turn silent. Time seemed to stand still as well, and only a sturdy fist with a frightening aura could be seen, shattering the air in a radius of several dozen meters, and colliding head-on with Xiao Pingzhang's Dragon Tiger Fist.

However, when the Dragon Tiger Fist met a towering mountain, its aura immediately dropped by several times. Although the Dragon Tiger Fist was invincible, it was still unable to move its body in the slightest.

With a loud bang, Xiao Ping Zhang's hand bone broke into pieces and then all the meridians in his arm were severed. He flew out and smashed into the spot where the man had landed, causing the hole to become deeper and deeper.

"Hua!"

At this moment, all the disciples of the Tianyong City and Ye family were stunned. If he could defeat a Ninth Layer Saint Master like Xiao Pingzhang, then wouldn't that mean that Ye Wuchen was at least a Ninth Layer Saint Master?

But how was this possible? No one would believe that a mere piece of trash, could it be that he'd just launched a second spring?

However, this was the truth. It was too much for him to deny or mock the truth. He could only look at Ye Wuchen, who was standing in the middle of the arena, wearing a long black robe with his hair fluttering in the wind and a determined look in his eyes.

"Next!" Ye Wuchen was still the same word, but everyone who heard it no longer felt the slightest bit of mockery or disdain. No one dared to say that Ye Wuchen was a piece of trash. Even Xiao Pingzhang, who was at the peak of the Ninth Layer, was defeated! If Ye Wuchen was still trash, then what was Xiao Pingzhang?

At this moment, the entire arena was silent, and so was the rest of the arena. Only the people at the side of the training field were whispering to each other, obviously discussing something.

"Can he really cultivate?" Lin Qian was stunned by Ye Wuchen's decisiveness and couldn't help but worry for him. However, when she thought about how she was about to enter Imperial College and how her brother was also at the Fourth Layer of Saint Master, she felt a lot more confident.

Regardless of whether you can cultivate or not, you are still trash in my eyes. I, Lin Qian, am still trash and don't have the qualification to own my trash! Lin Qian's gaze turned cold as the corners of her mouth curled into a mocking smile.

At that moment, Ye Long finally believed that the bastard, Ye Wuchen, had returned to normal and could cultivate normally. So, he could not let him continue living or else he would catch up to Ye Wuyuan in less than a year's time.

He gave Ye Wuyuan a meaningful glance and he immediately understood. Ye Wuchen's thunderous momentum had defeated two people consecutively. No one dared to challenge him anymore, so he had to personally go on stage at this time.

With Ye Wuyuan's appearance, some of the Ye Family disciples started to discuss enthusiastically. Even though some people favored Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuyuan was the true number one genius of the Ye Family. Ye Wuchen would not even have a chance to meet Ye Wuyuan.

"If the young master doesn't meet Ye Wuyuan, perhaps this coming of age ceremony will be considered as over!"

"Look at young master Ye Wuyuan, he clearly wants to kill the Young Lord. I wonder if the Young Lord can survive this!"

"Hehe, you guys are praising Ye Wuchen too much. Even if he is very strong, he still won't have a chance when he meets Ye Wuyuan. He won't have a chance!" A slightly obese man purposely repeated that he did not get the chance twice. In his opinion, Ye Wuyuan was the number one genius.

Ye Wuyuan stood on the stage as the wide knife's blade fell to the ground. A deafening bang could be heard as an even more terrifying killing intent filled the entire Ye Family's main hall. Even 99% of the disciples were unable to catch up with a Saint Master at the fourth stage.

Even Lin Hao had to treat Ye Wuyuan seriously. Although Ye Wuyuan did not join the Imperial College, the Imperial College had already invited him last year, and this year, Ye Wuyuan had always been living a life of bloodshed. He was full of anger, which was not something Ye Wuchen could compare to.

"In this battle, even if Ye Wuchen doesn't die, we are still considered lucky!" A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Lin Hao's mouth. He really didn't want Ye Wuchen to die. Instead, he liked the look of Ye Wuchen, who was still alive but not wishing to die, because that was the best result.

"Cousin, show us your true strength and cultivation!" Ye Wuyuan knew that Ye Wuchen did not use his full strength, so he said this.

Ye Wuchen sneered. Now that he had no intention of hiding it, he clenched his hands tightly and shook them. Suddenly, the faint roar of an Azure Dragon could be heard from the arena.

"Level one Saint Master?" "How did this piece of trash become a Saint Master?" A disciple of the Tianyong City muttered with a stunned face, but he realized that he had said the wrong thing. If he was considered trash even when he was only at the first level of Saint Master, then wouldn't he be trash as well?

The reason for their inertia made it difficult for many people to accept this outcome, but it was true.

"Who would've thought that cousin would break through to the first level of Saint Master. If you had three years, you might have surpassed me, but right now, you are no threat to me!"

"You injured my father, abused my second brother, and humiliated me. Today, I will not spare you. Even if I kill you, no one will be able to say anything!" Ye Wuyuan sneered. He was certain in his heart that Ye Wuchen was dead. As for the other person he was talking about, that was naturally Ye Chun.

Ye Wuchen, the person who hated talking nonsense the most, frowned and yelled impatiently, "Why did you become so childish after going out for a year? Why are you talking so much nonsense when you want to fight?"

"Good boy, since you are courting death, don't blame me, Die Die!" The butterfly's bloodthirsty laughter, as well as the fierce gleam in its eyes, quickly disappeared.

"Blood Roulette Saber Art!"

With a roar, the blood-red blade cut through the air in the arena and leaped up, heading straight for Ye Wuchen's neck. The blade was fatal!

The atmosphere suddenly changed!