C6 One Palm

At the expansive martial arts field of the Yun Family Mansion, a sea of young men and women had congregated, their attention riveted on the combatants in the central ring.

The clash had barely begun when one contender was blasted from the platform by the other.

"Yun Liyao wins!"

The declaration echoed across the field.

"She took down Yun An with a single move. Miss Liyao is formidable!"

"Indeed! It seems the incident from a few days ago hasn't fazed Miss Liyao in the slightest. She truly lives up to being one of the Yun Family's two jewels!"

"With her prowess, securing a spot is a foregone conclusion!"

A wave of admiration swept through the crowd. Yun Liyao, clad in a striking red outfit, allowed herself a smug smile. Her gaze drifted to the edge of the field, locking onto a girl in white standing beneath a willow tree, and she sent a challenging look her way.

The girl in white was none other than Yun Yilan. Unruffled by the taunt, her demeanor remained serene, as if the provocation had escaped her notice.

"That wretch!" Yun Liyao fumed inwardly, yet the memory of an event three days prior brought a sense of satisfaction that eased her irritation.

From a raised platform near the ring, a middle-aged man with a roster raised his voice, "Next up, Yun Qian versus Su Yun!"

His announcement hushed the crowd, but the silence was swiftly replaced by a chorus of jeers.

Yun Liyao, having just descended from the ring, paused, a smirk playing on her lips as she cast another glance toward the willow tree.

Yun Yilan remained under the tree, her expression still one of undisturbed tranquility, seemingly oblivious to the crowd's disdain.

"I refuse to believe you can stay so detached!" Yun Liyao bit back her annoyance.

Meanwhile, a young man ascended the platform, but as time ticked by, his opponent was nowhere to be seen.

The middle-aged man on the platform, noticing the delay, scanned the crowd and called out, "Su Yun!"

As his voice faded, the arena remained utterly silent.

The middle-aged man's brow creased slightly.

"Looks like this lowlife is too afraid to show up!"

"I heard Young Master Yun Feng already crippled him. Judging by the situation, it seems quite likely!"

"Hmph, he deserves to be crippled! How dare he defile our Miss Liyao. The nerve of him!"

...

Murmurs began to ripple through the crowd in the arena.

"Su Yun!"

The middle-aged man called out again, unable to contain himself. Seeing no response, his frown deepened, and he was about to speak once more.

"Cough, cough..."

A soft cough echoed from the front.

The middle-aged man turned, startled.

On an open-air pavilion at the forefront of the arena, several figures were seated, the cough originating from a middle-aged man with graying hair.

He was none other than Yun Yan, the Great Elder of the Yun family.

"My son-in-law is unwell and resting at home. I'll be forfeiting the match on his behalf."

At these words, many in the crowd nodded, their faces showing an 'I knew it' expression.

The middle-aged man on the small platform responded promptly, "If Su Yun has forfeited, then I declare Yun Qian—"

"Hold on!"

But before he could finish, a voice cut through from outside the arena.

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man and everyone else turned their gaze in unison.

A figure was seen sprinting along the bluestone path leading to the arena entrance.

Hush!

A chorus of hisses filled the arena as the crowd recognized the newcomer.

It was Su Yun!

Upon seeing him, Yun Yan on the pavilion couldn't help but frown.

In the martial arts arena.

"Can you believe he actually showed up?"

Surprise flickered in the eyes of both Yun Feng and Yun Liyao.

Beneath the willow tree.

Yun Yilan's bright eyes also betrayed a hint of astonishment at the sight of Su Yun.

"He has the audacity to show his face!"

"After committing such vile acts, he still brazenly appears. How shameless can he be?"

"Scum, get out of the martial arts arena!"

...

The arena erupted into a cacophony of vehement jeers and insults.

"Sorry for being late!"

Su Yun paid no mind to the murmurs and swiftly strode onto the martial arts stage, offering an apologetic nod to the middle-aged man on the elevated platform.

The man glanced up at the pavilion, noticing the change.

Yun Yan's expression grew stern, ready to interject.

"Since everyone is present, let's proceed with the match!"

But it was the white-haired elder beside him who spoke first.

Caught off guard, Yun Yan frowned and began, "Old Family Head..."

The elder gestured with a dismissive wave, signaling for silence.

Yun Yan's frown deepened.

A well-dressed middle-aged man nearby also cast a surprised look at the elder.

On the platform.

The middle-aged announcer, now with clear instructions, wasted no more time. "Both contenders are on stage; let the match begin!"

"I can't believe you, you piece of trash, actually had the guts to show up!"

Yun Qian, the young man on the stage, stared down Su Yun, his eyes flashing coldly, "Perfect, I'll take this opportunity to give you the beating Miss Liyao thinks you deserve!"

No sooner had he spoken than a surge of white Soul Power burst from Yun Qian's right fist, launching a punch straight at Su Yun.

"He's a dead man! Yun Qian is Miss Liyao's most fervent admirer!"

"He's out of luck, running into him!"

"Go on, Yun Qian, give this trash the thrashing he deserves!"

...

A chorus of cheers erupted from the spectators.

"Though I have no clue why this good-for-nothing dared to show up, with his dantian shattered, stepping on that stage is a death wish..."

Yun Feng, standing off to the side, let out a cold laugh at the sight. But as he uttered the word "dead," his face suddenly seized up.

In the next instant, the once raucous crowd fell eerily silent.

Because...

Boom!

With a resounding crash, Yun Qian, who had just exuded an overwhelming presence, was now hurtling through the air, out of the arena.

"Ah!"

Amid a sea of shocked faces, Su Yun delivered a swift and decisive palm strike, sending his opponent soaring out of the ring.

"Ah!"

The agonized scream of Yun Qian reverberated as he crashed outside the arena.

Whoosh!

It was then that the crowd snapped out of their stupor, erupting into a cacophony of disbelief.

"How... How is this possible!?"

"Just one palm! He actually took down Yun Qian with a single palm! Are you kidding me?"

"Weren't they saying this guy was finished? How come he looks even stronger than before?"

...

"This..."

Atop the pavilion, the Yun family's high-ranking members, including Yun Yan, wore looks of sheer astonishment.

While the average Yun family member might be in the dark, these high-ranking officials were acutely aware that just three days ago, at the family meeting, Yun Feng had angrily obliterated Su Yun's dantian.

Consequently, when the Old Family Head suggested they release Su Yun, none of the senior members, Yun Linguang, the Second Elder, included, raised any objections.

After all, if Su Yun had indeed committed such vile acts, having his dantian destroyed was punishment enough. Besides, the upper echelons had their suspicions about the true nature of the incident...

But now...

How could someone with a ruined dantian manage to blast a Soul Condensing Stage Soul Cultivator off the platform with a mere palm?

Had they seen it wrong?

Or...

The Yun family's upper echelons couldn't help but turn their attention to the middle-aged man in the pavilion, none other than the Second Elder, Yun Linguang.

Under their intense scrutiny, Yun Linguang's brow furrowed deeply, his gaze involuntarily drawn to a particular spot in the martial arts field.

"This can't be! It's impossible!"

There, Yun Feng muttered in disbelief.

He had, with his own hands, destroyed Su Yun's dantian three days prior. He was absolutely certain that the latter's dantian had been shattered!

Yun Liyao, standing beside him, was equally incredulous.

She, too, had heard the unmistakable sound of Su Yun's dantian breaking apart. How could someone with a shattered dantian exhibit such formidable power?

Back in the arena.

Su Yun remained unfazed by the surrounding commotion. He turned to the middle-aged man on the adjacent raised platform and spoke calmly, "Is it time to make the announcement?"

"Oh... Oh!"

The middle-aged man snapped out of his reverie, proclaiming loudly, "Su Yun, victorious!"

...