Not to mention Ren Zhengfeng, even Wang Yan himself was slightly startled by this scene.
Since when did the Fission Fist become so ferocious and domineering?
Those who didn't know would definitely not think that this was just the lowest-level yellow-level martial skill.
"Senior Brother Wang, spare me!"
Ren Zhengfeng shouted in a very spineless manner. He directly rolled on the ground and lay motionless, pretending to be dead.
Wang Yan was stunned by this sudden scene.
He had no choice but to stop attacking. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Ren Zhengfeng, who was lying on the ground and pretending to be dead.
"Alright, I won't hit you anymore."
As soon as he said this, Ren Zhengfeng, who was originally motionless like a turtle in its shell, immediately jumped up and patted the non-existent dust off his body.
He cupped his fists and bowed. A relieved smile appeared on his face.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for showing mercy. Junior Brother admits defeat."
Right after Ren Zhengfeng spoke, before Wang Yan could say anything, a beam of white light appeared out of nowhere and struck Ren Zhengfeng.
In the next instant, Ren Zhengfeng disappeared.
"Rest for 45 minutes and prepare for the next battle."
A mechanical voice sounded. Wang Yan was slightly stunned. He shook his head and smiled helplessly.
He didn't use any strength in the first battle and won without knowing why. It was indeed funny.
Ren Zhengfeng's performance was also really strange, making people not know whether to laugh or cry.
After waiting for 45 minutes, a white light appeared and a young man appeared in front of Wang Yan.
This person was wearing the Sun Sect's inner sect uniform. He was seven feet tall and had a resolute face.
His hair was neatly combed, his eyes were bright, his nose was straight, and his mouth was square. He exuded a cold aura.
When he saw clearly that the person standing in front of him was a one-armed young man, he couldn't help but frown.
"You are … Wang Yan?"
"Yes, I am."
In an instant, this person's body trembled slightly. A bitter smile appeared on his resolute face as he shook his head helplessly.
"I am Zhao Sheng. Greetings, Senior Brother Wang."
Wang Yan raised his eyebrows. "What? Are you going to admit defeat without fighting?"
Zhao Sheng was startled and quickly shook his head. "No, although Senior-apprentice Brother Wang's name is like thunder in my ears, I am still ashamed of my inferiority."
"I've always wanted to challenge Senior Brother Wang, but I never had the chance. Today is a very good opportunity, and I want to give it a try."
Hearing this, Wang Yan's lips curled up and a smile appeared on his handsome face.
If Zhao Sheng admitted defeat like Ren Zhengfeng, then he wouldn't have any interest in this Sect Minor Competition.
Fortunately, this person still had some backbone that a martial cultivator should have.
"Come on."
Wang Yan let out a light shout, stepped forward with one foot, and his figure disappeared.
Zhao Sheng's reaction was not slow. He hurriedly retreated and crossed his fists in front of his chest in a defensive posture.
"I'm here."
The indifferent voice caused Zhao Sheng's body to tremble, and he quickly turned around.
A palm rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes, occupying all of his vision!
"So fast?!"
Shrieking, Zhao Sheng quickly retaliated. His fists began to emit dazzling astral powers.
However, before the Astral Power could form into an attack, Zhao Sheng suddenly froze.
It was as if someone had cast the Body Freezing Spell on him and he lost the ability to move.
"Sorry."
Wang Yan slammed his palm onto Zhao Sheng's body and sent him flying.
At the same time, a strand of Qi drilled back into Wang Yan's body.
A ray of white light reappeared and entered Zhao Sheng's body. When the white light disappeared, so did Zhao Sheng.
Shrugging disinterestedly, Wang Yan lifted his head to stare at the vast expanse of whiteness.
A pair of eyes as dark as the night seemed to be able to see through everything and saw Tie Leng Xue's dissatisfied face.
"If I'm still this kind of opponent, then I don't need to participate in the Sect Minor Competition. Just let me advance to the finals."
Wang Yan appeared to be mumbling to himself, but he wasn't. He knew that Tie Leng Xue has been watching him.
And these words were said to Tie Leng Xue.
Whether it was Ren Zhengfeng or Zhao Sheng, both of them were at the 8th stage of the Star Forging realm. They simply weren't his match.
If not for the fact that he didn't want to expose his identity as a Soul Cultivator, Wang Yan wouldn't even need to make a move.
His Qi broke through the air. With a single sweep, all martial artists below the 9th stage of the Star Forging realm were completely crushed.
He didn't know if it was because Wang Yan's luck was too good, or if the inner court disciples were too mixed.
In four consecutive battles, all the opponents he encountered were at the 8th stage of the Star Forging realm. There wasn't even a single 9th stage Star Forging cultivator.
At first, Wang Yan didn't want to expose his identity as a Soul Cultivator. He pretended to wave his fists and kick his feet.
In the end, Wang Yan lost his patience. With a sweep of his Qi, a white light appeared and his opponent disappeared.
After winning five or six battles in a row, Wang Yan lost interest and became extremely bored. That white light appeared again.
In a split second, Wang Yan's heart went cold and his expression gradually became solemn.
A slender figure appeared in front of Wang Yan. In the vast white space, a faintly discernible infernal energy rose up.
Looking at this chiseled and indifferent young man in front of him, Wang Yan's interest was finally piqued.
"Wang Yan?"
"That's me."
The young man's lips curled up in a smile. His chiseled face revealed a cold and callous smile.
"Ye Buwen, ranked 2800 on the Hidden Dragon List."
Wang Yan was startled. With his previous cultivation, he was already ranked 3500 on the Hidden Dragon List.
But this Ye Buwen in front of him had such a rich infernal energy and his aura was as deep as a mountain. His cultivation was absolutely above the 9th stage of the Star Forging realm.
With such a cultivation, how could he be ranked 2800 on the Hidden Dragon List?
As if seeing Wang Yan's doubts, Ye Buwen indifferently stretched out his hands, "I've been in seclusion for three years. I only came out because of today's Minor Sect Competition."
"As soon as I came out, I heard all sorts of rumors about you. Wang Yan, don't let me down."
As his words fell, Ye Buwen took a step forwards. A rich infernal energy swept towards Wang Yan like a raging storm.
At this moment, Wang Yan felt as if he had been placed in a vast ocean. He had turned into a small boat, drifting along with the waves.
The infernal energy seemed to materialize, stacking up in layers, constantly slamming against each other, as if it could destroy this small boat at any time.
"Star Refining realm?"
Ye Buwen grinned, his fist punching out, "Although I'm not at the Star Refining realm, it's more than enough to defeat you!"
Feeling the strength contained in his opponent's fist, Wang Yan instantly understood.
This person was the same as Liu Chen, stuck at the threshold of the Star Refining realm. They were only a single step away from entering the Star Refining realm.
"Come at me!"
Without dodging or giving way, Wang Yan also punched out.
In that instant, two fists of different sizes fiercely collided. Invisible shockwaves violently swept out, wreaking havoc in the surroundings.
But this vast expanse of white space was unbreakable. The violent shockwaves disappeared, as if they had been completely absorbed.
Peng!
There was a dull sound of collision. Wang Yan didn't move from his original spot. Looking at Ye Buwen, who was as steady as a mountain, he punched out once more!
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