C470 Three Consecutive Victories

Zhan Yifei was unexpectedly knocked out of the ring.

In the second challenge, Woo Zhengyang won again, and Zhan Yifei suffered another crushing defeat, even though he made the first move.

Yu Xiaoshui and the others were stunned. The young man who brought everyone here was speechless, and even the other talented teens in the arena were taken aback!

"Zhan Yifei, did you skip breakfast today? The first time, maybe you were careless, but what's your excuse now?" a boy on the platform shouted angrily.

Zhan Yifei landed below the platform, his face full of regret. Hearing the boy's angry words, his face turned red with embarrassment. He glared back, "That guy's really tough, okay?"

"Maybe you're just useless and embarrassing yourself!" the boy continued to scold.

"You..."

Zhan Yifei trembled with anger but had no comeback. Losing twice in a row, he was utterly humiliated!

He stepped back onto the platform, tossed out another number card, and after sizing up Woo Zhengyang for a while, asked, holding back his anger, "You can't be just some kid from the countryside, right? The technique you just used isn't something you'd find out there!"

The magic of the Dragon Countering Nine Steps was even more impressive than the Ape Strike Technique, something Zhan Yifei knew well, which prompted his question.

Woo Zhengyang just smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

"Again!" Zhan Yifei couldn't wait for Woo Zhengyang to speak, issuing a direct challenge.

"Alright!" Woo Zhengyang agreed.

"This time, I'll experience your weapon skills firsthand!" Zhan Yifei declared, tapping the Hidden Heaven Bag at his waist. In his hand appeared a bronze staff, its surface etched with intricate patterns, giving it a mysterious aura.

Woo Zhengyang also drew the No Life Sword, pointing it at Zhan Yifei, and said, "Bring it on!"

Once again, Zhan Yifei was to make the first move, but this time, no one underestimated Woo Zhengyang.

"Let's do this!"

Zhan Yifei didn't hesitate, launching himself into the air. The staff whirled, stirring up a storm, showcasing the grandeur of his technique.

What caught everyone's attention was Zhan Yifei in midair, transforming into nine distinct figures, each leaving a shadow behind. Despite the shifting forms, the staff remained consistent, as if Zhan Yifei was executing nine different martial arts styles, all channeled through the staff, hinting at its immense power.

Observers noted that Zhan Yifei's nine techniques mimicked the movements of a nimble ape. The Ape Strike Technique could indeed be adapted for staff combat!

Zhan Yifei once again challenged conventional understanding of martial arts. People assumed that with the resources of the Azure Sun Martial Mansion, these talented disciples would master numerous techniques. However, it was clear that quality trumped quantity; mastering just the Ape Strike Technique had elevated Zhan Yifei to an extraordinary level.

Woo Zhengyang was moved once again. Zhan Yifei's performance finally made him understand why people in this world don't arbitrarily change or create new martial arts techniques. They truly appreciate the immense value of the techniques created by their predecessors. In contrast, the previous world had countless martial arts styles, most of which veered off course, and even the treasures of ancient techniques were left undiscovered and forgotten.

Zhengyang realized that after this battle, he needed to carefully organize his own martial arts techniques. But that was a task for later. The immediate priority was to win the third match and conclude his plan to make a name for himself with a perfect ending.

He raised the No Life Sword, channeling his energy into it. The first move of the Ink Night Sword Washing Arts, "Hidden Sword in the Ink Night," was unleashed. As the sword struck, its force was accompanied by illusions. In mid-air, Zhan Yifei's eyes flickered, and he found himself engulfed in endless darkness.

Zhan Yifei could integrate mental illusions into his Ape Strike Technique, showcasing his skill in utilizing Soul Energy. However, with the golden vortex present, his Soul Energy was no match for Woo Zhengyang's. Moreover, the illusions of "Hidden Sword in the Ink Night" were so intricate that even if their Soul Energy were equal, they would be nearly impossible to defend against.

Seizing this opportunity, Woo Zhengyang executed the Dragon Countering Nine Steps, silently moving his body to the side, his long sword gathering strength once more.

The simultaneous effect of the sword force and illusions left Zhan Yifei unable to target Woo Zhengyang, causing his expression to change slightly. However, Zhan Yifei's battle experience was extensive. Even caught in an illusion, his grip on the bronze staff didn't waver.

At this moment, he couldn't see Woo Zhengyang, making it impossible to adjust his attack as Woo Zhengyang moved, putting him at a disadvantage.

"Boom... Boom... Boom..."

Zhan Yifei's staff struck the platform, releasing nine bursts of blue light in succession, demonstrating his mastery of the nine-layered martial technique. The nine thunderous sounds were like sudden claps of thunder, leaving some of the less experienced village youths with ringing ears and muddled minds.

This strike from Zhan Yifei equaled nine attacks. A typical Body Tempering cultivator might withstand one or two, but certainly not nine. Even Woo Zhengyang couldn't.

Woo Zhengyang felt fortunate that his sword skill had given him a chance to dodge. Otherwise, even if he had barely managed to withstand the blow, he would likely have been injured.

Zhan Yifei was formidable, and Woo Zhengyang couldn't be sure if he had even more extraordinary techniques up his sleeve. A quick resolution was necessary.

"Ink Night Sword Washing Arts," the second move: Sword Light into Star Traces!

Zhan Yifei had just broken through the illusion when he saw Woo Zhengyang standing nearby with a smile, his long sword striking again. Feeling a slight stir in his Soul Energy, Zhan Yifei was on high alert, fearing he might fall into another illusion. However, this time, Woo Zhengyang's illusion attack was weak and easily dispelled.

Before he could celebrate, Zhan Yifei noticed Woo Zhengyang's sword moving with incredible speed, already upon him in the blink of an eye. One end of Zhan Yifei's bronze staff was still planted in the ground, making it too late to block. Instead, he used the leverage from the staff to propel himself backward.

Just then, Woo Zhengyang's sword suddenly vanished. Realizing the danger, Zhan Yifei quickly twisted his body. But a long sword appeared silently above him, turning his evasive maneuver into a move toward the blade.

Startled, Zhan Yifei halted his motion and activated his Body Protecting Astral Qi. Until now, he hadn't needed to use it against Woo Zhengyang, but at this moment, he had no choice. Without its protection, even a Body Tempering cultivator would be injured. In this sense, activating his Astral Qi first meant Zhan Yifei was already at a disadvantage.

Yet, Zhan Yifei was unwilling to accept defeat. He couldn't believe he would lose three times in a row. Even though Woo Zhengyang came from another Martial Mansion, they were of the same age. How could he possibly lose?

With a low shout, Zhan Yifei braced himself for a desperate move, intending to hurl his body against Woo Zhengyang's sword. The staff in his hand glowed with a dazzling blue light. Yet, before he could swing it, the sword hovering near him vanished mysteriously, as if it had never been there.

A chill crept up Zhan Yifei's neck, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. In that moment, the expression before him shifted unexpectedly. Instead of the stern, attacking Woo Zhengyang he anticipated, there stood Zhengyang, smiling calmly.

Woo Zhengyang's sword was now poised at Zhan Yifei's throat. The flickering blade clashed with his Body Protecting Astral Qi, each trying to overpower the other...