All of a sudden, the air around them wriggled as if something was about to come out.
Seeing this, Wang Yan's heart skipped a beat. He raised his hand and struck out with his palm.
"Merciful Palm!"
The power of a High Mystic Level Martial Skill was not something a Yellow Level Martial Skill could compare to. The speed of its formation was extremely fast.
A giant palm appeared out of thin air above Wang Yan's head.
Then, with lightning speed, it slammed towards Yang Jian!
The Astral Energy wreaked havoc, causing the surrounding air to shake and become unstable.
The wind was like a sharp blade blowing against one's face, making one's face hurt.
The palm formed by the Astral Energy contained a great amount of power.
The palm fell as if it was going to destroy all living beings and shatter the world!
Seeing this, Yang Jian's heart skipped a beat. He clenched his teeth and struck out with his own palm!
"Star Breaking Palm!"
But before the Astral Energy palm appeared in the air, Wang Yan's attack had already arrived!
This was the difference between a Mystic Level Martial Skill and a Yellow Level Martial Skill. Whether it was the speed of formation or the power, the two were worlds apart.
Seeing this, Yang Jian's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief!
"It's over, Yang Jian is going to lose!"
"Another one move defeat. Sigh, isn't Wang Yan too strong?!"
"There's no other way. He is known as the One-armed Fierce Man. I'm afraid only Eldest Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother can compete with him …"
Along with the sounds of discussion, the giant palm fell down with the force of a mountain!
The Star Breaking Palm that had not yet formed was completely smashed into pieces and directly enveloped Yang Jian!
"Junior Brother Wang, I admit defeat!"
Yang Jian did not hesitate at all as he sensed the terrifying power that could shatter one's Divine Soul. He immediately shouted.
He was afraid that if he was a second late, he would end up vomiting blood and flying backwards.
Wang Yan raised an eyebrow and slowly lowered his palm.
At the same time, the horrifying giant palm also slowly dissipated between heaven and earth, as if it had never appeared.
But the shocking scene just now was firmly engraved in thousands of eyes.
A thought popped up in everyone's mind. If Wang Yan were to encounter Li Qingshu or Cang Jin, would he be able to defeat them in one move like he did now?
If it was really like this, then the person that took the first place in the outer court competition this time would surely be Wang Yan!
Watching Wang Yan's back as he walked down the stage, Sun Wuwei couldn't help but be secretly surprised.
Wang Yan had appeared twice, and each time, the martial techniques he used did not belong to the Sun Sect.
Furthermore, every single martial technique had reached the Profound Rank, and there had never been a Yellow Rank Martial Technique.
"Could it be that this child also has a strong family background?
That's why you used a Profound Ranked Martial Skill? "
Thinking of this, Sun Wuwei looked at Third Elder Xuan Wenmin. The latter sensed his gaze on her and shook her head discreetly.
Seeing this, Sun Wuwei stroked his beard and narrowed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Sect Leader, I suddenly remembered that the cauldron in the residence still has a cauldron of elixirs that have yet to be refined. I would like to go back and take a look. Is it possible?"
Suddenly, Sun Wuwei left his throne and came before Nie Feichen. He bowed and said these words.
Hearing this, Third Elder Xuan Wenmin's eyes shone brightly and then disappeared.
"Since that's the case, then Seventh Elder, go and return quickly. Don't miss the exciting battles that are about to happen. After all, this is a grand event of our Sun Sect."
A gentle voice sounded, causing Sun Wuwei's ruddy face to involuntarily reveal a hint of joy.
"Thank you, Sect Leader."
Following Sun Wuwei's departure, a new round of battles started again.
At this moment, Wang Yan was already listed as the person with the highest chance of advancing to the top three!
Although he had only appeared twice, his performance each time made people gasp in amazement, and they were shocked by his terrifying strength.
To describe it in one sentence, it would be that he was unfathomable.
No matter how strong his opponent was, he could always defeat them with one move!
Time flowed like water, passing in the blink of an eye.
At dusk, the advancement round in arena number one finally came to an end. Next was the finals.
After drawing lots, Wang Yan looked at the lot in his hand and could not help but laugh and shake his head.
"Number two again. Could it be that I'm fated with number two?"
Looking at the two disciples who had already walked onto arena number one, Wang Yan slowly closed his eyes and rested.
Not long after, as Zhou Ao's voice spread throughout the square, Wang Yan also opened his eyes.
Under the gaze of thousands of people, he slowly walked onto arena number one.
"Junior Wang, I admit defeat."
Just as Wang Yan walked onto the arena, a figure also floated down. However, the moment he spoke, everyone was shocked.
Was there such a rule to admit defeat before even fighting?
Just as Wang Yan was in a daze, the disciple spoke again, "Junior Wang, there's no need to fight."
"I'm not your opponent. It's better for me to admit defeat now so that I don't embarrass myself."
Looking at the disciple walk off the arena with a bitter smile, Wang Yan opened his mouth but could not say a word.
In an instant, the square was in an uproar, followed by bursts of uproar. No one expected such a situation to occur.
"This person is really embarrassing. He admitted defeat without fighting. What a disgrace to us outer disciples!"
"If you're good, why didn't you fight?
Don't forget, that's Senior Brother Wang Yan! "
"In my opinion, this disciple's approach is very wise. Rather than vomiting blood and falling off the arena, it's better to directly admit defeat …"
All kinds of discussions clearly spread to every corner of the square, causing the disciple who admitted defeat without fighting to turn pale and red.
Therefore, under Wang Yan's surprised gaze, the disciple's footsteps quickened a little, even more vigorous than when he walked onto the arena.
The group of elders on the thrones also looked at this scene in surprise. Immediately, an elder's face revealed a meaningful smile.
Although this kind of thing rarely happened, it wasn't unheard of.
"It seems that this one-armed disciple called Wang Yan has a lot of prestige in the outer sect."
"Although this disciple's previous two battles weren't that amazing, he defeated his opponent with one move. Not bad."
"Of course. Don't you know who's in charge of the outer sect?"
The discussion of the elders clearly entered Zhou Ao's ears, causing his wrinkled face to reveal a trace of pride.
Watching Wang Yan walk off the arena, Li Qingshu, who was standing in a corner of the square, revealed a meaningful smile.
"Defeating your opponent with one move, Junior Brother Wang, are you trying to show off?
Ha, how interesting. "
Everyone watched Wang Yan's two battles.
Among them, there was no lack of people with good eyesight who could tell that every move Wang Yan used was a Profound Ranked Martial Skill.
"With such powerful strength, coupled with endless Profound Ranked Martial Skills, who in the outer sect could be his opponent?"
"If that's the case, I'm afraid only Li Qingshu and Cang Jin can compete with him. If the others were to encounter Wang Yan, I'm afraid they would also end up vomiting blood and get off the arena."
"Fortunately, I bet 500,000 Star Coins on Senior Brother Wang, betting that he would be able to enter the top three. Now it seems that this is a good deal …"