C1 The Pride of Genius

It was a scorching summer day, and the scorching sun hung high in the sky. It was as if the sun had erupted into a rage, desperately emitting endless heat, turning the entire land into a furnace.

The Willow Town was located in a nameless little town to the southeast of the Cloud Peak Empire.

Ye Family, could be considered to be one of the larger families among the Willow Town.

At this moment, in the Ye Family's martial arena, there were walls around three meters tall in all four directions, and there were four big words written on them, 'Martial'. Blades, spears, swords, sticks, various weapons, as well as stone blocks for training physical strength were all piled up on the field.

In the center of the Martial Arts Practice Field, there was a three-foot-tall, three-foot-wide platform. On the platform stood a fourteen year old teenager.

The young man had a well-defined face and was quite handsome. However, there was a two inch long scar below his left eye, which added to his ruthlessness. He stood with his back to her, his body like a javelin. Even though he was drenched in sweat from the scorching sun, he didn't seem to care at all. His face was filled with pride.

Below the stage, a group of young men and women were surrounding the high platform as they whispered to each other.

"Ye Qiang is so awesome!" This is already five consecutive victories! "

"That's right!" Brother Qiang is indeed worthy of being the strongest person under the age of sixteen in our Ye Family! "

"There's still Ye Qian gege that didn't go on stage? "He's the last one to go on stage …"

At this moment, a tender little girl's voice weakly sounded out.

"Hehe!" Ye Qian? I'm afraid that I won't be able to take one blow from Ye Qiang. "

"Yeah, Ye Qian's body is weak. He can even move the wind. How can he block Brother Qiang's attack?"

"If not for his father being the head of the family, he probably wouldn't even have had the chance to ascend the stage!"

"Did you see that? The scar on Ye Qiang's face was left behind by him back then. This time, Ye Qiang will definitely be full of shame. Ye Qian is in danger!"

"..."

The little girl's voice was drowned out by the crowd.

The youth called 'Ye Qiang', who was standing on the high platform, revealed a proud smile when he heard the audience's words.

"It's Ye Qian's turn next!"

An old man with a slightly hunched body walked onto the stage and shouted loudly.

Beside the high platform, there was a small pavilion, with a square table, and four middle-aged men sitting there.

And the middle-aged man seated at the head seat, with thick eyebrows and fierce eyes, a stern face, full of dignity, was the current Patriarch of Ye Family, Ye Haotian.

At this moment, when he heard Ye Qian get on the stage, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry.

However, compared to Ye Haotian's worry, the middle-aged man sitting to his left was filled with pride and a trace of hatred.

He was the second Patriarch of Ye Family, Ye Haoming, and the Ye Qiang who stood on the stage was his second son. His son had won five consecutive rounds, and was about to become this year's semi-annual champion.

The Ye Family was held every half year, and for direct descendants under the age of sixteen, as long as there was someone who could defeat all of the participants, they would receive a rich reward, and would also receive more of the clan's nurturing.

The next person to step up, Ye Qian, was adopted by the Patriarch, Ye Haotian. Ye Haoming didn't care about Ye Qian going up on stage. He was just a piece of trash; how could he win against his own son?

If it was Ye Qian from two years ago, he would still have some misgivings. After all, Ye Qian at that time was the number one genius of the family. At the age of ten, he started learning martial arts, and at the age of eleven, he was already at the 3rd level of the Profound realm.

"Cough!" Cough! "Cough!"

With a few light coughs, a thirteen year old youth walked out from a secluded corner of the crowd.

The youth's face was delicate and pretty, with a pair of thick eyebrows. He looked quite heroic, but his face was pale, without a trace of blood. His body was extremely skinny, and he even swayed left and right as he walked.

"Good luck, Brother Ye Qian!"

A little girl around his age, with a pair of large eyes that were filled with encouragement, stood out from the rest.

Ye Qian looked at the little girl with a gentle gaze and revealed a wry smile.

The little girl was called Ye Qing, Ye Qian's little sister. Currently, she was probably the only one who would encourage him like this.

Ye Qian naturally heard what those people said just now, but what could he do? He had almost lost all his martial arts. In this era where the strong preyed on the weak, no one would sympathize with him.

Ye Qian slowly walked up the stage as he was already slightly out of breath. He was once again scorched by the scorching sun, and his steps seemed to be rather frivolous.

"Cough!" "Cough!"

Standing on the high platform, Ye Qian coughed twice again.

"Ye Qiang, as long as you can defeat Ye Qian again, you will be the champion of this year's Family Elite Tournament!"

When the old man saw Ye Qian on the stage, he didn't even look at him and smiled at Wu Jun.

Ye Qiang nodded slightly and then looked coldly at the former genius youth. His face was filled with disdain and even the corner of his mouth revealed a cruel smile.

"Humph!" "Ye Qian, today, I will make you wish you were dead!"

He reached out to touch the scar on his face, his eyes cold.

"Lil 'Bro Ye Qian, you should make the first move. As your brother, I'll let you have three moves first!"

Ye Qian could not help but feel bitterness in his heart. He was naturally aware of the hatred between Ye Qiang and himself.

In the previous two years, Ye Qiang had never found an opportunity to take revenge because he was too sick to participate in the tournament. Ye Qiang naturally wouldn't give up this opportunity.

Originally, he didn't want to participate in this competition because he knew that he was here to gather the number of people. However, for some reason this year, his father insisted that he attend, so he had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Although he thought this in his heart, he still assumed an offensive posture. Then, he quickly walked up and threw a punch towards Ye Qiang.

Ye Qiang's face was full of disdain as he dodged the punch.

Ye Qian's punch missed. He slightly adjusted his body and punched again.

Three consecutive punches landed on empty air.

"Lil 'Bro Ye Qian, why didn't you attack me?"

Ye Qiang looked at Ye Qian coldly with a hint of ridicule in his voice.

Ye Qian did not pay any attention to Ye Qiang's taunts. Over the past two years, he had been used to the taunts.

However, he was unwilling in his heart. Why would the heavens treat him like this? First, he would become a genius, standing in the clouds and looking down on everyone. Then, he would become trash.

Seeing that Ye Qian was not angered by his words, he frowned and said once again, "Brother Ye Qian, after three moves, I will make my move. You won't admit that you were unable to defeat him and you will admit defeat, right?"

"If you want to fight, fight! Why are you saying so much nonsense! "

However, there was resolution in his eyes, not a single trace of dejection or disappointment, because he knew that he would definitely not accept his fate. Although he had become a waste right now, he had been a genius before, a genius should have the pride of a genius.

Ye Qiang purposely said that because he knew Ye Zichen would make a move on him.

At this moment, his eyes were slightly narrowed. In his eyes, there was not only disdain, disdain, ridicule, but also a trace of cruelty.

"Scare!"

With a low growl, Ye Qiang took a quick step, and with a powerful punch that brought along a slight breeze, he viciously aimed at Ye Qian's chest. He had actually used his full strength.

"Hua!"

The audience suddenly burst into an uproar.

"Ye Qiang didn't even use such power when he was fighting with others just now!"

"That's right!" This time, the odds are against Ye Qian! "

"Humph!" "Who told him to be so arrogant that he broke Ye Qiang's face? Serves him right!"

"Serves you right! In any case, the family rules state that as long as you don't beat someone to death on the martial arts stage, it doesn't matter. People like Ye Qian should be able to beat them up! "

"..."

Many people are short of words, some abhorrent, some gloating, some regretful...

"Brother Ye Qian, quickly hide!" "Quickly dodge …"

Ye Qing shouted anxiously.

At this moment, Ye Haotian's face was terrifyingly dark, to the point that even water could drip out of it.

Looking at the fist that was enlarged in his pupils, Ye Qian felt bitter in his heart. This fist was so strong, how could he withstand it?

However, even though he knew that he was unable to withstand the attack, it didn't mean that he was incapable of doing so.

His legs bent, and he exerted all of his strength to leap to the side, trying to dodge the attack.

However, how could Ye Qiang let him do as he wished? He moved his body and increased his speed.

Boom! *

Ye Qian wasn't able to dodge the punch in the end and was hit squarely in the chest by Ye Qiang's punch.

With a plop, Ye Qian fell to the ground and a stream of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. His already pale face became even paler.

"Aiya! Lil 'Bro Ye Qian, why aren't you dodging? Brother, I didn't hit you on purpose! As long as you dodge a little, I won't hit you! " Ye Qiang did not take advantage of the victory to give chase. Instead, he pretended to be innocent and rubbed his hands as he spoke.

Humiliation! A naked humiliation!

Ye Qian could endure it once or twice, but he had to endure it more than once.

A raging flame was blazing in his heart, and a trace of anger burst out from his eyes.

Ye Qian gritted his teeth and covered his chest as he struggled to stand up. His body swayed a few times before he managed to stabilize himself.

"Are you angry? Big Brother already said it was not intentional! "

Although Ye Qiang said this, his eyes were filled with contempt. He wanted to continuously humiliate Ye Qian, make Ye Qian angry, and then humiliate him, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Brother Ye Qian, as long as you admit defeat, I won't beat you up!"

Ye Qian stared at Ye Qiang with bloodshot eyes.

"If only his eyes could kill, it would be enough to kill Ye Qiang a million times over. Unfortunately, that's not the case." At this moment, Ye Qian was thinking like this.

"If I can't, then why should I bother with it? That's right! I am a genius. At the very least, I used to be proud of myself! Why would he bother about the humiliation of others? People die while birds rise to the sky, they will not die for tens of thousands of years! What's there to be afraid of? "

Thinking about this, Ye Qian suddenly felt enlightened. His momentum changed and he let go of his hands. He stood up straight and looked at Ye Qiang with a calm expression, but with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Ye Qiang!" Don't you think you're talking too much nonsense? "

Ye Qiang was shocked by Ye Qian's sudden change of expression.

"Humph!" "You're still being stubborn at this time? I want to see how long you can continue being tough for!"

Finally, Ye Qiang didn't bother to say anything else and punched again.

Boom! *

Ye Qian did not even try to dodge. Instead, he suddenly punched out. The result was self-evident. His entire body was like a broken kite as it flew backwards.

Putong, Ye Qian once again fell onto the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood, which dyed the martial stage bright red.

However, he did not give up. A trace of stubbornness flashed across his eyes. He rubbed the corner of his mouth and struggled to stand up once again before standing up.

"Again!"

Ye Qian remained calm as he reached out his hand.

"Good!" Since you are not afraid of death, I will fulfill your wish! "

Ye Qiang was slightly surprised in his heart, but when he thought of the scars on his face, his eyes instantly turned cold. He punched towards Ye Qian without holding back.

Boom! *

Ye Qian fell down.

"..."

"Admit defeat?"

"..."

"NO!" Again! "

"..."

Boom! *

"..."

"Again!"

Ye Qian's thin body was still standing on the high platform. He was still looking at Ye Qiang with a calm expression. He spat out a mouthful of blood and spoke again. However, his voice was clearly lacking in breath, and even had a hint of hoarseness to it.

At this moment, his body was covered in bloodstains. He was swaying left and right, and it was extremely difficult for him to even stand firm. He was like a small boat in the vast sea that could be engulfed at any time.

However, he still stood there staunchly, ignoring the sweat on his forehead that was mixed with fresh blood that flowed into his eyes and caused him scorching pain. Those pitch-black eyes were filled with stubbornness, and even a hint of pride.

Ye Qiang looked at Ye Qian, who had turned into a bloody man. He was extremely shocked. Even his clenched fists were trembling slightly.

He had already forgotten how many times Ye Qian had been beaten by him. He only knew that every time he was beaten down, Ye Qian would get up and say "Again!" until Ye Qian said "Again!", his heart would tremble.

Ye Qian's perseverance was too terrifying. It was so terrifying that even his enemies would go soft on him.

At that moment, the young males and females below the stage were no longer saying anything. They were staring blankly at the stage, at Ye Qian who was on the stage, and even their breathing became cautious.

Ye Qing was already sobbing silently as she sat paralyzed on the ground. With a hoarse voice, she kept shouting, "Brother Ye Qian, just give up! Don't hang on any longer! "

However, Ye Qian was not moved by her shout.

Ye Haotian, the current Patriarch of Ye Family, also stood up straight. This man, who was as tough as steel, could not help but have his eyes turn red and mist over his body. But he did not say a word.

Ye Haoming's previous complacency was gone, but he was so shocked that he looked at the stubborn and arrogant young man in the arena.

Everyone present was convinced by Ye Qian's stubbornness and pride.

The old man who presided over the competition shook his head helplessly. He did not tell them to stop, because the rule of the competition was that as long as one side was not beaten to the point of not being able to stand up or admit defeat, the competition would continue.

"Ha!" Ha! "Ha!"

At this moment, Ye Qian suddenly laughed out loud in a carefree manner.

"Come! Keep fighting! Are you afraid? "

Hearing Ye Qian's shout, Ye Qiang started to sweat profusely. He was really scared, as if Ye Qian in front of him was a peerless demon god.