Chapter 42: The Confrontation of Geniuses

  "Bang!"

  A slender hand swiftly patted once on Ye Han's fist that was coming at him with a loud crash.

  Ye Han's entire arm trembled, and the spot where he was hit transmitted a severe pain, like the shock and pain of being struck by a blunt object, causing his fist to retract, and his whole body turned sideways to avoid several palm prints. His right hand suddenly stretched out, with his palm and fingers spread open, curled into claws, and locked onto Ye Yan's throat at a sharp angle, each move swift and fierce.

  Ye Yan's jade-like hands fluttered and flew, leaving a faint shadow in the air. Just as Ye Han was about to grab her neck, she accurately grasped his wrist, exerting a slight force, instantly producing a crisp cracking sound of bones breaking.

  "Hiss!"

  The sound of cracking bones entered the ears of everyone in the arena, and before they could react, they heard Ye Han let out a painful cry on the competitive stage.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Three consecutive palms, Ye Yan's palm fluttered in succession, three moves in one breath, the power of the seven-segment peak directly sent Ye Han flying out, his body drew an arc in mid-air, spouting several mouthfuls of blood. His body heavily crashed onto the stage with a loud thud.

  "I..."

  Ye Han had just opened his mouth when Ye Yan appeared in front of him, her jade foot wearing small leather boots kicking heavily on his body.

  "Ah!"

  Ye Han's words were about to come out of his mouth when they suddenly turned into a scream, and he flew out like a straw, falling directly off the competition stage.

  "You...!"

  A middle-aged man suddenly stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand and caught Ye Han who was falling from the air. His face was pale with anger, he coldly glanced at Ye Yan on the stage and shouted: "Ye Yan, what do you mean by this? Ye Han obviously wanted to concede, why did you still have to play such a vicious trick?"

  "Uncle, it's inevitable that there will be injuries on the competitive stage. Why didn't you stand up when Ye Han injured his opponent earlier?" Ye Yan said calmly, "Did Ye Han admit defeat? Everyone present can testify, has he ever said anything about admitting defeat?"

  "You...” Ye Huan's chest heaved violently as she struggled to suppress the anger in her heart. As a member of the main family and with her father, Ye Xiao Tian, being a high-ranking master close to the 9th rank peak, Ye Huan didn't dare to openly defy him. She coldly snorted and said, "Han'er's skills are inferior, there's nothing to say."

  Ye Yan's mouth corners slightly curled up with a cold smile, and then he shifted his gaze to Ye Sheng's body, saying: "Aren't you coming up yet?"

  "Hahaha!" Ye Sheng burst out laughing, pushing through the crowd and walking out, his toes pointing upwards as if he was an eagle soaring high, landing on the competition stage. His eyebrows were filled with arrogance, a smile hanging from his face, and a hint of disdain in his cold eyes. "Today I will trample all your pride! Let you understand that in the Ye family, I, Ye Sheng, am the most outstanding genius disciple, while you can only be inferior to me forever!"

  Below the stage, everyone's face changed color, and even Ye Xun's face looked a bit ugly. He couldn't believe that Ye Sheng would say such words on the competition stage in front of all the family members. Arrogance and pride were revealed without a doubt.

  "Ye Sheng is so arrogant, has he really entered the eighth rank?"

  "It's very likely, otherwise how dare he be so arrogant in front of Yan Jie? If it's really like that, then Yan Jie might lose to Ye Sheng today."

  Some young disciples standing beside Ye Yan whispered among themselves.

  The atmosphere on the competitive stage suddenly became tense, and Ye Yan could clearly feel the pressure from Ye Sheng's body, which had already exceeded that of a high-ranking player who had just entered the eighth rank. Her face also turned solemn.

  "I want to be the most outstanding genius disciple, with a fearless and invincible heart, but you're not worthy!" Ye Yan said calmly, without a hint of emotion in her eyes. She knew that Ye Han was deliberately provoking her to go on stage and fight, firstly to consume her physical strength, and secondly to understand her current abilities.

  "You'll know whether it fits or not when I step on you!"

  In the cold voice, Ye Sheng's body suddenly rushed forward, his arm shook and a palm slapped over, producing a loud empty explosion sound. The air flow at the place where his palm was slapped seemed to explode, frantically opening to both sides, and then gathering in front, forming an airflow palm print, shaking the air in front of it to produce a buzzing sound.

  The momentum of this palm made all the young disciples in the audience change color, and even the eyes of the family master's generation flashed with surprise, apparently not expecting that Ye Sheng's strength had already reached such a level, infinitely close to the middle stage of the eighth rank.

  Ye Yan didn't dare to confront him head-on, as there was a certain gap in their cultivation levels. If they were to compare strength, Ye Yan would absolutely not be Ye Sheng's match. She quickly dodged to the side, avoiding his palm print by a hair's breadth. Then, her slender hands moved rapidly, each strike aimed at Ye Sheng's vital points.

  A pink figure swayed back and forth, her movements reaching the extreme, her slender hands were snow-white, leaving behind a trail of residual shadows, as if large flakes of snow were dancing in the air.

  "Hmph, you think you can dodge my attacks with your agile movements? Ridiculous!" Ye Sheng's voice was cold and stern, his palms clenched into fists, the joints cracking with a loud "crack-crack" sound as he launched a flurry of punches, each one imbued with a fierce gust of wind that condensed into a fist print, heavily striking forward.

  Bang! Bang!!

  Several muffled sounds, the palm prints of Ye Yan's palm were all scattered, and Ye Yan was also forced to retreat several steps by such a fierce attack. Ye Sheng took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, taking one step to get close to Ye Yan, one hand locking onto her wrist and the other hand locking onto her throat.

  Ye Sheng's speed shocked Ye Yan, and before she could react, his arm flashed in front of her eyes. At the critical moment, she suddenly leaned back, stretching her body to its limits, arching it like a bridge, and at the same time kicked one foot towards Ye Sheng.

  Ye Sheng's face changed, and he suddenly took a step back. The hand that was locked onto Ye Yan's wrist suddenly dropped down and grabbed her ankle, pulling it up into the air. Ye Yan's legs were instantly bent into an "L" shape.

  Although she was shocked, she didn't panic. With her ankle held by Ye Sheng as the axis, she slapped both hands on the ground and sprang up into the air. Her right leg drew an arc in mid-air and chopped down fiercely at Ye Sheng.

  The strong wind that came rushing towards him made Ye Sheng slightly startled, he didn't think that in such a situation Ye Yan could still remain calm and launch such a domineering attack. He raised his arm to block it, and the hand that was holding onto Ye Yan's ankle also loosened its grip.

  Bang!

  A loud, dull thud, the spot where Ye Yan's foot and Ye Sheng's arm collided, the air burst open with a deafening crash, forming a circle of visible shockwaves that rippled out in all directions.

  "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

  A mighty force arrived, and Ye Sheng continuously retreated three steps to the side, his arm numb with a burst of pain, while the place where he was kicked was even more severely painful. Meanwhile, Ye Yan also flipped several times in mid-air, shaken back several meters away, and after landing, her delicate body shook violently, her face flushing red for an instant before disappearing.

  Her strength was already inferior to Ye Sheng's, and she was exerting herself in mid-air, so the one who suffered the most was still her. Her internal organs churned with a wave of turmoil, her blood and energy surging up to her throat, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

  The young disciples below the stage all held their breath, and every exchange between the two was breathtaking. Not only them, but also the family heads and elders who were watching from below were shocked.

  It must be said that these two are indeed exceptionally talented disciples of the family. Ye Sheng was able to enter the eighth rank at the age of nineteen, and although he had a large amount of spiritual medicine as his foundation, in the secular world, he could also be considered one of the top geniuses. Meanwhile, Ye Yan's strength, which allowed her to fight on par with him despite being only at the seventh rank, was especially notable for its calmness during battle, and it made the two elders look at each other in surprise.

  "The young lady of the Xiao Tian family is quite impressive, remaining calm in the face of danger and launching such a fierce counterattack. It's indeed remarkable! With her current strength at the 7th stage peak, she can already contend with an 8th stage mid-tier cultivator - she's truly a talent to be nurtured!" An elderly man with a square face and wide mouth stroked his whiskers, nodding his head in approval as he spoke.

  Another round-faced elder smiled and said, "The son of the Ye family is not bad either. At just 19 years old, he has already reached the middle stage of the eighth rank. These two little brats are the hope of my Ye family."

  "Hmm." The elder with a broad face and mouth nodded and shook his head, saying: "It's just that Ye Yun's family's young son is too arrogant. A cultivator, especially one with exceptional talent, can be proud, but there must be a limit. Excessive arrogance becomes complacency and self-aggrandizement."

  Ye Xun was right next to him and heard this, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that the elder had a bad impression of his eldest son. He quickly spoke up, saying: "Elder, Sheng Er is still young, after a few years when he matures, it will naturally be fine. After the family comparison, I will definitely instruct him."

  "Hmm, a genius like him shouldn't be ruined by his arrogant nature." The old man with a square face and wide mouth nodded, then glanced at Ye Yun and said: "You should teach him well, otherwise how will he bear the weight of the entire family in the future?"

  "Yes, the elder is right. I will teach him well and help him get rid of his arrogant ways." Yexun was overjoyed in his heart, as the elder's intention was to let Yesui take over as the head of the family in the future. This way, both generations of heads of the Ye family would be father and son, and their power within the family would definitely be greatly enhanced.

  On the competitive stage, Ye Sheng and Ye Yan fought to a white heat, Ye Yan relied on her agile movements and a set of falling cherry blossom palms, for a short time Ye Sheng could not withstand her.

  Everyone's attention was drawn to the battle between the two, the most thrilling duel they had ever seen. The two most talented disciples of the Ye family were on the competition stage, each displaying their skills, fighting fiercely.

  In the center of the training grounds, the Ye family's people surrounded a large circle with a diameter of over 100 meters. The eyes of several hundred people were all focused on the competition stage in the center. No one noticed that at the entrance of the training grounds, a snow-white figure and a small pink figure slowly walked over.

  Since Ye Chen arrived at the Ye family, this was his first time coming to the training hall. The training hall of the Ye family was extremely spacious, almost as large as two basketball courts. Ye Chen pulled Nan Er along and walked slowly towards the crowd, his eyes fixed on a pink figure on the stage.

  The arena was silent, with only the constant explosions and power clashes on the competition stage, no one noticed Ye Chen's arrival.

  Ye Chen and Nan'er stood at the outermost edge of the crowd, watching the competition on stage. Ye Chen was somewhat surprised by Ye Sheng's cultivation, as each strike contained power that had clearly reached the mid-level of the eighth rank. He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart, thinking that Ye Yan was going to lose this time.

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