"Isn't that the genius from the Pan family of Lingnan?" someone exclaimed. "I heard he entered the Martial God Realm a year ago and is only twenty-five this year—an absolute favored child of Heaven."
"Yes," another agreed. "We've only heard about the kings on the Qingyun List; we haven't seen them make a move. I did hear, though, that as soon as Pan Yingwu entered the Martial God Realm, he challenged a veteran Martial God and fought to a draw. His strength is clearly extraordinary."
"It's been a while since I stretched my muscles; let me give it a try." From another side, a well-proportioned young man slowly stepped forward, his eyes shining with a sharp gleam.
"Wu Yihan, ranked seventh on the Qingyun List!"
"So handsome!"
"I've heard his Baji Fist Skill is ranked in the top three within the Baji Sect. I wonder if that's true."
Pan Yingwu looked at Wu Yihan and sneered, "Wu Yihan, seventh on the Qingyun King List, let's see if you've got the real deal."
With that, Pan Yingwu's figure had vanished from where he was standing, and he suddenly threw a punch towards Wu Yihan's face.
Wu Yihan remained composed, clenched his fist, and a surge of True Qi burst from within him. Kicking up dust beneath his feet, he managed to strike first, despite moving later. His punch flew out, as fast as lightning, as if piercing the very air.
The air flowing over his fist reversed, enveloping his entire arm like an arrow.
Their fists collided with a thunderous boom. Pan Yingwu staggered back seven steps, sinking an inch-deep footprint into the solid rock with each step he took.
His arms trembled slightly, the force of Wu Yihan's Fist Power seeming to split his very bones.
"I haven't had enough. Let's continue." Wu Yihan's lips curled into a smile as his figure disappeared from sight, rushing forward once again.
Although their fight consisted of just punches and kicks, both used up all their True Qi. The air exploded with crackling noise, and everyone showed a shocked expression. Pan Yingwu might be in the Martial God Realm, but he and Wu Yihan were clearly not on the same level.
It was like the difference between students at Tsinghua University, one ranking first and the other last.
Wu Yihan's Baji Fist Skill made the air tremble, demonstrating the peak techniques of Martial Arts; moreover, his True Qi was even more condensed than Pan Yingwu's.
"Bang!"
With a Cannon Fist punch, Pan Yingwu crossed his arms to block in front of his chest, but he was blasted backward, hitting a rock and fracturing it with web-like cracks as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
"I concede." Pan Yingwu gritted his teeth, not reconciled, but understanding that Wu Yihan had not even used his full strength.
After a few exchanges, Pan Yingwu was defeated, leaving the geniuses from other families looking on with despair. It seemed the kings of the Qingyun List would not be so easily bullied. This competition was shaping up to be a battle among the kings of the Qingyun List.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo, who had been seated cross-legged, frowned and looked up towards the peak of a mountain before swiftly averting his gaze.
Standing atop that peak was a young man in blue attire, frowning slightly. "Eh, has someone discovered me? Among these monkeys, could there be someone extraordinary?"
"All of you come out together, Li Yang, Zhang Yesheng, Zhuang Ziruo, Zhang Yesheng."
Suddenly, a faint voice arose, and a graceful man with hair black as jet slowly walked out from the crowd. His figure was slender, dressed in casual attire, with handsome features that resembled the reborn Pan An, causing quite a few women to gaze starstruck, their hands covering their mouths in excitement.
"It's Master Qiyue."
"He's so handsome, this is my first time seeing him in person."
Though there were female Martial Artists, after all, they were women, who couldn't help but become excited at the sight of a handsome man, particularly one who was an attractive and powerful King of the Qingyun List.
Even Qu Yao and her two female companions showed a look of amazement. Lin Mo looked at Qiyue with a faint smile on his lips. He considered Qiyue an old friend; both were people with a steadfast heart in pursuit of Martial Arts, and so, although Lin Mo had not interacted much with him, he could feel a bit of his own
shadow in him.
Qiyue bore a cold expression like moonlight, with a gaze that was slightly sharp. Accompanying his words, he swept a look over the gathered crowd and slowly said, "All of you, come at me together. Today, I will revitalize the Aixinjueluo clan within the Martial Arts World."
Wu Yihan furrowed his brows tightly, Chen Yanghao clenched his fists, Zhuang Ziruo's cold brows were like a painting, Li Yang had an intense look in his eyes, and even the typically mild-mannered Zhang Yesheng's gaze contained a trace of excitement.
His words almost 'enraged' these proud geniuses.
And the entire Martial Arts World present at the mountain peak was astir; Aixinjueluo Qiyue was actually challenging everyone.
"If you don't make a move, then I will," Qiyue said with a frown, slapping towards Wu Yihan with his palm, as a stream of golden Dragon Energy took the shape of a dragon, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.
Wu Yihan abruptly gathered his True Qi and punched out, striking the golden Dragon Energy, producing a sound like metal striking metal, causing him to retreat several steps.
"Aixinjueluo is an ancient Huaxia family lineage, rumored to cultivate True Dragon Energy, rigid beyond compare. Indeed, their reputation is well earned," Wu Yihan bit his teeth, looking at Qiyue with fiery eyes.
After all, in the era without Lin Tanyu stepping forward, he indisputably held the title of Strongest King, thus no one would underestimate Qiyue's power.
In an instant, Chen Yanghao gathered a Yin Yang Tai Chi Diagram in his hands, Zhang Yesheng's palms transformed into yin and yang, Zhuang Ziruo unsheathed her treasure sword radiating a chill gleam, Wu Yihan's fists tensed as he condensed True Qi around them, shining like sunlight, and Li Yang leapt down from above, his foot smashing down like a godly hammer, shattering the air.
"It's better if you all come together," Qiyue's gaze was fearless, like an unsurpassable King, with the True Dragon Energy rising from his body, and a vague ten-zhang-long golden dragon shadow manifesting behind him.
"Bam!"
Qiyue forcefully swung out his palm, causing the air to tremble, and a stream of golden True Qi in the shape of a dragon suddenly struck towards the onrushing crowd.
Wu Yihan and the other four struck together, creating a heavenly force. Fist skills, hand techniques, leg techniques, sword light—each of these five individuals were geniuses of their respective Sects and Kings of the Qingyun List, their strength even surpassing that of some established Martial Gods, and as the five of them made their move, True Qi vibrated throughout the entire mountain.
With one palm strike, Qiyue actually scattered the combined attack of everyone, splitting them apart as if it had been a tie. However, the look in everyone's eyes towards Qiyue now revealed deep fear and admiration. Qiyue, at only twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was Heaven's Chosen Son, a genius among geniuses, his cultivation of True Qi was so condensed and robust.
What was even more terrifying was his understanding of Martial Arts, that unstoppable domineering spirit, which probably only those born into top-tier families like Aixinjueluo possessed.