876: Chapter 872: Ye Tian VS Wuweizi 876: Chapter 872: Ye Tian VS Wuweizi “Be alert and brace yourselves, they’re coming!”
Seeing a group of Inner Sect Disciples charging toward their ranks, Ye Zhihuan immediately shouted.
Although the number of Inner Sect Disciples from Tianmen was fewer than thirty, each of them was a fierce adversary.
There was absolutely no room for complacency!
This many Tianmen Inner Sect Disciples simultaneously unleashed the cultivation technique Wind Flow Strength.
In an instant, the entire mountain hollow was filled with whistling winds, as though struck by a tornado.
“Don’t panic!
Stick to the original plan—four to five against one!”
The group leader of the Outer Sect Disciples, Li Hui, shouted loudly.
In fact, long before everyone gathered in Tianshan City, Li Hui had repeatedly ingrained his instructions into all the Outer Sect Disciples.
Because the Wind Flow Strength technique cultivated by Outer Sect Disciples was originally incomplete, their strength naturally fell short when compared to the Inner Sect Disciples…
In single combat, there was no chance of victory!
However, the advantage of the Outer Sect Disciples lay in their numbers.
While their individual strength was inferior, they could use sheer numbers to offset the difference.
“Yes!”
“Stick to the plan!”
“Hurray for the swarm strategy!”
…
After hearing Li Hui’s words, all the Outer Sect Disciples responded loudly in unison.
Groups of four or five charged toward the Inner Sect Disciples that were attacking them…
Although their cultivation of Wind Flow Strength was inferior, with more than a hundred of them working together, their combined display was no less imposing than that of the Inner Sect Disciples!
“Whoosh, whoosh!”, “Whoosh, whoosh!”…
The entire mountain hollow was enveloped by the sound of fierce winds.
The attacking Inner Sect Disciples were somewhat surprised.
The Outer Sect Disciples, who were once disorganized and scattered, used to flee at the slightest provocation when faced with Inner Disciples.
But now, these Outer Sect Disciples were not only united but their combined techniques coordinated so seamlessly, it was as though they had trained together for years!
“These fellows have suddenly become troublesome!”
An Inner Sect Disciple gritted his teeth and growled as he faced simultaneous attacks from four Outer Sect Disciples.
A fight he had expected to end with ease was now frustratingly difficult.
Unbeknownst to this Inner Sect Disciple, Li Hui had drilled the swarm strategy into the Outer Disciples through extensive rehearsals, leading to a remarkable level of coordination among them…
Like other Outer Disciples, the three Ding brothers, constrained by their abilities, could only face one Inner Sect Disciple together.
Thanks to their flawless teamwork, they were managing without much trouble…
As for the four elders of the Ye family, being members of the prestigious Ye clan, it was unthinkable for them to join forces against anyone.
Each of them faced one Inner Disciple independently, and none of them fought with their full strength, all withholding something in their duels.
“Daichong, why do you seem weaker compared to the last time we met?
You’re a judge for the Slaughter Order and should’ve consumed a Carefree Pill, right?
I recall you being much stronger last time!”
Standing before Ye Zhicang was Daichong, a member of the Dai clan.
Ye Zhicang had previously witnessed Daichong’s abilities at Ye Tian’s villa.
After consuming the Carefree Pill, Daichong had been able to withstand Ye Tian’s attacks.
However, in this current exchange, Daichong’s displayed strength was noticeably diminished…
This left Ye Zhicang puzzled!
“Ye Zhicang, we both know the truth—why bring it to light?
If not for the Sect Leader’s orders, I wouldn’t want to involve myself in this mess either!
That hypocrite Wuweizi follows Young Master Long’s whims, even at the cost of harming Inner Sect Disciples to amuse him.
Everyone’s long since felt disheartened.
My own brother, Dai Li, also fell at the hands of Young Master Long, and Wuweizi didn’t even lift a finger to speak out.
Tianmen’s Inner Sect Disciples are already a fragmented mess.
Other than a few of Wuweizi’s cronies, I doubt anyone truly wishes to fight seriously!”
Daichong spoke bitterly, delivering a palm strike toward Ye Zhicang.
The strike appeared powerful on the surface, but its force was lackluster, allowing Ye Zhicang to easily sidestep it.
“I see.
I can’t say I’m surprised, though.
After all, Tianmen has always been devoid of genuine camaraderie.”
Ye Zhicang smirked slightly.
Indeed, as Daichong stated, Tianmen’s Inner Sect Disciples, bound by Wuweizi’s oppressive authority, were merely going through the motions.
None of them truly committed to the battle against the Outer Disciples.
A sect like Tianmen, which fostered sibling rivalries among its disciples, was doomed to dysfunction.
Internal power struggles made the Inner Disciples feel little allegiance toward Tianmen itself.
The Sect Leader Wuweizi treated Outer Disciples as expendable, but his regard for the Inner Disciples wasn’t much better…
When Young Master Long came to Tianmen, Wuweizi even allowed him to wreak havoc with his Purgatory Beast atop the sect, resulting in the deaths or injuries of many Inner Sect Disciples.
Such permissiveness further alienated the disciples.
The death of Young Master Long brought schadenfreude among the Inner Sect Disciples, yet Wuweizi fumed in anger and ordered the annihilation of the invaders.
How could the Inner Sect Disciples possibly put their hearts into the fight?
“What’s going on?”
Seeing his entire force of Inner Sect Disciples failing to wipe out the less-skilled Outer Disciples, Sect Leader Wuweizi was deeply astonished.
Standing before Wuweizi, Ye Tian, however, sneered coldly.
“As the saying goes, ‘A righteous cause prevails; an unjust one gets nowhere.’ Tianmen’s treatment of the Outer Disciples has left them fighting with rage in their hearts.
Because of this, the Outer Sect Disciples’ fighting spirit surpasses that of the Inner Sect Disciples.
Even if they’re outmatched in strength, victory is beyond the reach of your Inner Disciples!”
With Ye Tian’s sharp perception, he easily noticed that the Inner Sect Disciples weren’t genuinely invested in the battle.
This unexpected development saved Ye Tian considerable effort.
He had anticipated a grueling war upon arriving at Tianmen, but now it seemed his work would be far easier.
Watching the seemingly ferocious but relatively bloodless clashes between the Inner and Outer Disciples, Ye Tian realized that defeating Wuweizi alone would collapse Tianmen entirely.
“As Sect Leader, you neglected to discipline your disciples, allowing infighting to run rampant.
You’ve disregarded the lives of your followers!
Someone like you has no right to continue leading, and a sect like Tianmen has no reason to exist.
Wuweizi, I’ll defeat you and restore peace to the Martial Arts World!”
Ye Tian declared with unwavering resolve, which infuriated Wuweizi to the core.
“What did you say?
You intend to defeat me?
Don’t be ridiculous!!”
An outburst of rage spurred Wuweizi to unleash a surge of formidable energy.
The winds around him roared, enveloping his figure.
As expected of Tianmen’s Sect Leader, Wuweizi’s power far surpassed that of Sima Feng.
Among Ye Tian’s past adversaries, Wuweizi’s mastery of the Power of the Wind was unmatched!
“Hahaha~~~~~Ye Tian, don’t think defeating a mere guard dog lets you act so arrogantly!
My abilities are on an entirely different level from that fool Drunken Arhat!
Today, not only will I kill you, but I’ll chop your corpse into minced meat to present to Young Master Long’s family as an apology!”
Wuweizi proclaimed with icy arrogance.
His hatred for Ye Tian was twofold: first, Ye Tian was the reason Young Master Long had died; second, Ye Tian dared to berate him and undermine his authority.
Neither transgression was something Wuweizi could tolerate, and he was determined to kill Ye Tian to appease his wrath!
“This guy…”
The surrounding air thickened involuntarily, making even breathing difficult.
Ye Tian nearly felt suffocated.
Confronted with Wuweizi’s overwhelming power, Ye Tian’s body instinctively reacted.
Within him, the profound energies of the Cloud Force cultivation technique erupted!
This was the reflex of Martial Artists in combat; sensing the opponent’s strength would prompt their own power to surge…
For Ye Tian, the Power of the Clouds served as the vessel for all his internal energies.
As its power activated, the traditional Inner Strength, the Power of Life, the Power of Death, and the energy from the Spirit Vein Stone within him all surged forth simultaneously.
In that moment, Ye Tian’s power collided with Wuweizi’s, leaving them evenly matched!
“How can this be?
His strength is on par with mine!”
Seeing Ye Tian’s power firsthand, Wuweizi was left utterly speechless in shock.
As Sect Leader of Tianmen, Wuweizi had trained in the Wind Flow Strength cultivation technique since childhood, making his mastery of the Power of the Wind both potent and pure.
In contrast, Ye Tian’s cultivation history was scattered and eclectic, seemingly lacking focus and purity.
But now, as Ye Tian unveiled the full extent of his abilities, he could contend with Wuweizi’s refined strength—something Wuweizi found deeply unsettling…
What Wuweizi didn’t know was the enormous effort Ye Tian had invested into harmonizing his internal energy flows.
Ye Tian’s dedication to synchronizing his disparate powers rivaled Wuweizi’s diligence in mastering Wind Flow Strength!
“You wretch!
I, the illustrious Sect Leader of Tianmen, fear no immature brat like you!”
Wuweizi bellowed with derisive laughter before finally losing his patience and launching an attack on Ye Tian.
“So fast!”
Ye Tian was taken aback.
Though Wuweizi wasn’t known for unparalleled speed, his striking velocity rivaled that of the Gatekeeper, Drunken Arhat.
Within moments, a palm strike was inches from Ye Tian’s face.
“Swish!”
Ye Tian instinctively dodged to the left, narrowly evading the sharp trajectory of the strike.
Yet, his cheek was grazed by the wind blade carried by the palm, creating a gash he reflexively touched.
If his reaction had been even half a second slower, his head might no longer be on his shoulders…