C20 Fight, Ye Wuyuan!

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It was only when the blue clothed man flew back that he realized that Ye Wuchen was no longer the trash as rumoured to be. At the very least, he should have recovered some of his strength, and if he had, would he be able to defeat all the challengers?

"I'll challenge you!" Ye Wuchen did not intimidate the disciples of the same generation in the city. Instead, he mustered even more fighting spirit, and very quickly, 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 speaking, he nodded slightly towards Xiao Pingzhuang, then clenched his fists. The gold on his body was comparable to thunder, but it was also like a huge dragon revolving, giving people a huge pressure. Of course, Ye Wuchen did not reveal his true strength at the moment.

Because he didn't want to reveal his true strength too early, so as to not attract Ye Wuyuan and the rest's attention.

"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?" Xiao Ping Zhang saw that Ye Wuchen was ignoring him, and could not help but make him angry, clenching his fists tightly, he shouted out angrily.

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

"Hmph, asking for trouble!" To him, Ye Wuchen was simply courting death, but since he was courting death, then he could not blame anyone else. In an instant, he took a step forward, his entire body charging towards Ye Wuchen, and in a single punch, the might of the Dragon and Tiger that burst forth was too terrifying.

"This is the Xiao Clan's Dragon Tiger Fist!" The head of the Jiang family, Jiang Rong, shouted. His expression became more solemn, and naturally, he felt that the Dragon Tiger Fist was a troublesome move, causing Ye Chun's heart to be perturbed. His palms were already drenched in sweat and he was worried that Ye Wuchen was not his match.

Ye Long looked at Ye Chun's expression coldly, and could not help but laugh disdainfully: "Clan leader, if you are worried about Ye Wuchen dying, why don't you withdraw the coming of age ceremony, what about it?"

"Ye Long, our debt, will be settled sooner or later. There is no need to mock and ridicule us now!" Ye Chun had already secretly adjusted the situation clearly, how Chen'er was crippled ten years ago, and was very clear of that. But now was not the time to settle the score, she coldly glared at Ye Long, and looked towards the stage.

Ye Long seemed to have guessed something, and his gaze became gloomy, thinking that there was a need to kill Ye Wuchen today, and since he was already prepared to fall out, then he would go all the way! He gritted his teeth at Shi Qing who was standing in the dark.

On the stage, the terrifying aura of the Dragon Tiger Fist had already engulfed a radius of several hundred meters, and most of the disciples at the side of the stage had no choice but to retreat, in order to avoid being injured from the shockwave. On the other hand, Ye Wuchen did not retreat nor dodge.

"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 his own moves, so cultivating the Ye Family's techniques was especially important.

As soon as the towering mountain appeared, the entire arena seemed to be in silence, time seemed to have come to a standstill, only a strong fist was emitting a terrifying aura, shattering the air in a radius of dozens of meters, and collided directly 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 of 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?

Even if he wanted to deny it or mock it, he would not be able to say a word. He could only look at Ye Wuchen, who was standing in the center of the stage and was dressed in black robes and had his hair fluttering in the wind.

"Next!" Ye Wuchen was still the same three words, but at this moment, everyone who heard it no longer felt the slightest bit of ridicule and contempt. No one dared to say that Ye Wuchen was trash, and even lost to Xiao Pingzhang who was at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Holy-Scholars! If Ye Wuchen was still trash, what was Xiao Ping Zhang?

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?" Seeing how straightforward and decisive Ye Wuchen was in his two battles, Lin Qian could not help but be shocked, and felt a bit worried. However, thinking about how he was about to enter Imperial College and how his brother had also broken through to the Second Layer of Saint Master, he became much calmer.

No matter if you can cultivate or not, you are still trash in my eyes. I, Lin Qian, am still trash, and don't have the qualifications to own my trash! Lin Qian's gaze turned cold, and her lips curved in a mocking smile.

At this moment, Ye Long finally believed that this bastard Ye Wuchen had returned to normal and could cultivate normally. Hence, he could not let him continue to live, otherwise, he would catch up to Ye Wuyuan's footsteps within a year.

He looked at Ye Wuyuan and Ye Wuyuan immediately understood. With Ye Wuchen's Lightning Force, he had lost two people in a row, and no one dared to easily challenge him. Therefore, at this time, he had to personally go on stage and fight.

After Ye Wuyuan appeared, some of the Ye Family disciples started to enthusiastically discuss it. Even though some of them were optimistic about Ye Wuchen, but Ye Wuyuan was truly the number one genius of the Ye Family. When Ye Wuchen met Ye Wuyuan, he had no chance at all.

"If the Young Master doesn't go up against Ye Wuyuan, perhaps this coming of age ceremony can be considered as over!"

"Seeing young master Ye Wuyuan like this, you obviously want to kill the young master, I wonder if the young master can hold on!"

Hehe, you all are flattering Ye Wuchen too much. Even though he is very strong, when facing Ye Wuyuan, you all still don't have a chance. A slightly obese man purposely repeated his words twice without getting a chance. In his opinion, Ye Wuyuan was the true number one genius.

Ye Wuyuan stood on top of the stage, and the wide knife's blade blade was immediately placed on the ground. A deafening bang could be heard, and an even more terrifying killing intent engulfed the entire Ye Family Main Hall.

Although Ye Wuyuan did not join the Imperial College, the Imperial College had already invited him last year. This year, Ye Wuyuan lived a life of licking the blood from the blade, and the killing intent was extremely strong, something Ye Wuchen could not even compare to.

"In this battle, even if Ye Wuchen doesn't die, it can still be considered a blessing!" The corner of Lin Hao's mouth curled up into a ridiculing smile. He really did not wish for Ye Wuchen to die.

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

"First Level of Saint Master? How did this trash become a First Level of Saint Master? " A disciple of the Tianyong City muttered in a daze, but she realized that she had said the wrong thing. If his First Level of Saint Master was considered trash, then wouldn't he, a mere fifth stage Saint Master, be inferior to a trash?

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

"I never thought that since cousin already broke through the First Level of Saint Master, if you had three years time, you would actually be able to surpass me as brother. But the current you, is of 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, as he was certain that Ye Wuchen was definitely going to die. As for the other person he was referring to, it was naturally Ye Chun.

Ye Wuchen hated people who spoke the most, hence he frowned and bellowed impatiently: "How did you become so childish after traveling for a year, and want to fight? Where did all this rubbish come from?"

"Good boy, since you want to die, don't blame me for it, 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 blade instantly cut the air in the stage, and with a leap, he rushed towards Ye Wuchen's neck, the blade was fatal!

The atmosphere suddenly changed!