818: Chapter 814: Bitter Battle…
818: Chapter 814: Bitter Battle…
“You really seem to know my affairs quite well!”
Faced with Ye Zhicang’s accusations, Xu Ziwen merely smiled faintly, completely unbothered as though the criticisms slid right off him, feeling entirely at ease in his shameless demeanor.
Such brazen shamelessness was truly rare, leaving Ye Zhicang at a loss for words.
Noticing Ye Zhicang’s attempt to stall by speaking, Sima Kuan hurriedly interjected, “Uncle Xu, stop wasting words with him!
This guy just wants to drag things out so Ye Tian can awaken after attaining the Innate Realm!
We mustn’t fall into his trap—it’s time to strike while we can!”
“True enough!”
Xu Ziwen nodded in agreement and then shifted into an attacking stance.
“Sima Kuan, leave this old man to me.
Use your Wind Flow Palm Force to avenge your second uncle!”
“Understood!”
Acting on Xu Ziwen’s directive, Sima Kuan immediately began gathering the power cultivated within his body.
Though young, Sima Kuan had been trained in the purest Wind Flow Strength techniques since childhood.
Although his prowess was slightly inferior to that of his father Sima Yun and uncle Sima Feng, he still ranked among the elite of the younger generation.
Sima Kuan’s strength far outmatched that of Sima Hong by countless measures!
As Sima Kuan summoned the power of the Wind Flow Strength, the courtyard was whipped into a fierce cyclone.
Accompanied by lightning overhead and rolling thunderclaps, the astonishing natural phenomena bore no trace of rainfall—a sight that could only be witnessed in such extraordinary circumstances.
“Die, Ye Tian!”
Sima Kuan thrust his palm forward ferociously, directing it at Ye Tian who sat silently, unmoving.
The Palm Force carried thunderous howls of wind, and even before the strike landed, its overwhelming power was palpable.
As the palm closed in on Ye Tian’s forehead, poised to crush it, Ye Zhicang snapped into action.
“Not on my watch!”
Ye Zhicang cried out, immediately channeling the power of Sun’s Drop into his fist, weaving the energy into an explosive attack aimed at Sima Kuan to force him to back off.
But Xu Ziwen was no idle spectator.
With a cold smirk, he sneered, “Trying to rescue the besieged by circumventing their defenses?
Dream on!”
As he spoke, Xu Ziwen swiftly extended both hands, intercepting Ye Zhicang’s fist mid-strike and gripping it tightly.
Ye Zhicang felt as though his hand had been caught by an unyielding pair of pincers, utterly immobilized!
Against Xu Ziwen, Ye Zhicang’s scorching Palm Force seemed insignificant, as though Xu Ziwen was impervious to heat, unaffected no matter how fiercely Ye Zhicang radiated fiery energy.
“Damn it!”
Ye Zhicang grunted begrudgingly.
Neither Sima Kuan nor Xu Ziwen could be dismissed lightly—their combined power was on par with his own—making it impossible for Ye Zhicang to contend with both simultaneously.
“Hehehe~~~~ Ye Zhicang, you can’t save Ye Tian!”
Seeing Ye Zhicang pinned by Xu Ziwen, Sima Kuan let out a cold laugh, his strike unyielding as it barreled toward Ye Tian’s head.
“Whoosh!”
Sima Kuan had assumed that Ye Tian would surely meet his end under this crushing blow.
Yet to his astonishment, the Palm Force seemed to hit thin air.
His strike had missed entirely??
Confused beyond belief, Sima Kuan cast another glance—Ye Tian remained seated calmly, now inexplicably five meters further away, entirely unscathed.
“What on earth?!?”
The situation shocked Xu Ziwen as well.
Sima Kuan was undoubtedly a top-tier strategist—how had his strike come up empty?
As Xu Ziwen reeled from the bizarre turn of events, Ye Zhicang’s lips curled into a faint smile, and his energy surged as he concentrated it into his fists.
Though Xu Ziwen wasn’t perturbed by fiery Palm Force, he was taken off guard by Ye Zhicang’s sudden energy boost.
Ye Zhicang’s fist wriggled free from Xu Ziwen’s grip and slammed towards his chest.
“Bang!!”
Ye Zhicang’s strike landed squarely on Xu Ziwen’s chest, unleashing a deafening impact.
Struck hard, Xu Ziwen experienced an intense churning within his core—a flood of turbulent energy wreaking havoc in his body, leaving him deeply rattled.
“You… damned…” Xu Ziwen gritted his teeth furiously.
His match against Ye Zhicang had been evenly balanced.
The latter’s success was purely a result of his momentary lapse in concentration.
Furious at having missed the mark, Sima Kuan growled…
“Ye Zhicang, you sly old fox!
Daring to show off tricks in front of the Sima Family and Gate of Heaven—you’ll pay for this dearly!
Today, Uncle Xu and I will ensure you meet your end!”
Though Sima Kuan and Xu Ziwen had been briefly flustered by Ye Zhicang’s cunning maneuver, their years of experience quickly pieced together what had happened.
Sima Kuan muttered with self-deprecation, “My father and uncle always warned me—the Ye family are a bunch of schemers!
I didn’t believe them back then…but now, I do!
To think I, Sima Kuan, would fall for the Mirage trick!”
Xu Ziwen chuckled darkly, “Hehehe~~~~~ It’s said the Ye family are masters of manipulating the Power of Light.
Witnessing it today is truly eye-opening!
But Ye Zhicang, such petty tricks can’t preserve Ye Tian or achieve anything lasting against us.
Using the same move twice won’t work!
Do you take us for fools?”
“…”
Ye Zhicang swiftly positioned himself protectively in front of Ye Tian, fully aware of his stark disadvantage.
He couldn’t overcome Sima Kuan and Xu Ziwen, who were at least his equals in power and working together.
Yet Ye Zhicang couldn’t retreat either—for he must protect Ye Tian.
Ye Tian was on the cusp of advancing to the Innate Realm, and any interference could cripple his progress irreparably…
“Hmph!
Enough talk—fight me if you dare!”
Ye Zhicang snorted disdainfully, pushing his energy to its peak as he readied himself.
Sima Kuan and Xu Ziwen followed suit, launching full-force Wind Flow Strength techniques until the courtyard was battered by violent winds and deafening blasts of thunder.
The glaring flashes of lightning, sweltering heat of Ye Zhicang’s Sun’s Drop energy, and surging tempest combined to warp the local atmosphere, creating an extraordinary and terrifying phenomenon—the likes of which terrified all the villa’s residents indoors.
None could fathom that this unnatural weather was caused by mere humans…
“Bring it on!
I’m not afraid of either of you!”
Ye Zhicang roared, advancing swiftly and aiming his fiery palm at Sima Kuan’s chest.
Despite his age, Ye Zhicang’s movements were bafflingly unpredictable, catching Sima Kuan off guard.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Sima Kuan fired back, mustering all his strength and refusing to believe that Ye Zhicang could defeat him.
Sima Kuan unleashed his energy in retaliation, determined to clash head-on.
But just as Sima Kuan struck, he hit nothing—the Mirage struck again, diverting his attack.
Ye Zhicang attacked again, utilizing his hallmark technique.
The Mirage relied on manipulating light to disorient enemies, making foes misjudge positions—a ploy that forced mistakes and exploitable openings.
Though formidable, Sima Kuan’s youth left room for susceptibility to Ye Zhicang’s tricks.
Exploiting Sima Kuan’s miss, Ye Zhicang swiftly dodged behind him and struck violently at his back!
“Boom!”
A thunderous explosion echoed as Ye Zhicang’s blow unleashed fire-infused Inner Strength—the Ye family’s signature strategy.
Sima Kuan staggered, coughing blood, yet proved to be no simple opponent…
“You filthy old codger—don’t gloat yet!”
Sima Kuan roared, retaliating with a mighty kick to Ye Zhicang’s abdomen.
Though gasping in pain from the flaming strike, he retaliated with reckless desperation.
Ye Zhicang grimaced at the sharp pain that disrupted his energy flow, his Mirage technique’s reliance on bodily action exposing him to counterstrikes.
“Die now!”
Seeing Ye Zhicang vulnerable, Xu Ziwen lunged forward decisively, reaching out to seize him.
With no Mirage available this time, Ye Zhicang frantically channeled his energy to strike back at Xu Ziwen’s encroaching grip!
“Boom!”
Their blows collided fiercely, sending shockwaves through the villa, shaking its very foundation.
Ye Zhicang glanced nervously at Ye Tian—despite their tumultuous confrontation, Ye Tian remained undisturbed, wholly focused in meditation…
Xu Ziwen sneered, “Ye Zhicang, you’ve taken two heavy hits—you’re utterly spent.
What are you hoping to achieve now?
Keep this up, and your life’s forfeit.”
Sima Kuan added, “Exactly—you brought this upon yourself.
We were willing to spare your measly life, but you insisted on defiance.
Now, prepare for your burial alongside Ye Tian!”
Despite the damage Sima Kuan had taken, he stood tall with relentless momentum, overshadowing Ye Zhicang entirely.
Facing Xu Ziwen and Sima Kuan’s combined assault, Ye Zhicang was clearly outmatched.
Protecting Ye Tian seemed hopeless…