C14 Victory

"This is the Heavenly Spirit Mark. Put your hand on it and activate your Qi and blood."

Nangong Yang sent the Heavenly Spirit Mark to Ye Zhi and sneered.

Ye Zhi raised his head. His expression was ordinary. He took the Heavenly Spirit Mark and his heart was burning with anger.

Assessing talent?

He smiled secretly.

"Your aptitude has long surpassed the knowledge of Heavenly Spirit Martial Realm due to the tempering of the Blue Root Stone. Therefore, even the Heavenly Spirit Seal can't test your aptitude. Do you understand?"

Unparalleled Old Devil suddenly spoke.

Ye Zhi was startled, and his expression froze.

"It's been five years. You haven't seen through five years of mental training?" Unparalleled Old Devil said indifferently.

Ye Zhi couldn't help but laugh.

He couldn't remember how much contempt this servant had received in five years. What was there to be afraid of now?

It was just a floating cloud. No matter how much he tried to go against it, I would not budge. At that time, victory and defeat would be decided.

Everyone looked at Ye Zhi, who was holding the Heavenly Spirit Mark in his hand. His expression was awkward, and he didn't move at all. They couldn't help but reveal a look of contempt.

"I was shocked before the test even started. A servant is a servant. It's a joke for such a person to enter the battlefield!"

"Exactly, a servant, what right does he have to enter the battlefield?"

"According to what I see, if his natural talent can ignite the Bloodsoul Turtle Fire, then it'll be the end."

"Bloodsoul Turtle Fire? You overestimated him too much, and I'm afraid that even the Bloodsoul Turtle Fire wouldn't be able to ignite it."

The sarcastic and mocking voice didn't fade, and it resounded by Ye Zhi's ears, causing him to reveal a trace of an indifferent smile.

"Since Miss Xue asked you to come here, do you not even dare to test your aptitude?" Nangong Yu said with a face full of contempt and gloominess.

"Young Master Yu, I am sorry. I was a little absent-minded just now."

Ye Zhi looked at Nangong Yu with a straight back, as if he had taken Nangong Yu seriously.

With a smile, he held the Heavenly Spirit Mark and pressed his hand against the cloud, stimulating his blood and Qi.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the Heavenly Spirit Mark.

One, two, three...

The Heavenly Spirit Mark did not react at all.

Puchi!

Someone laughed out loud.

"He didn't even ignite the Bloodsoul Turtle Fire, and he has even reached the First Rank of Blood Soul Stage realm. Could it be that Miss Xue gave him the Spiritual Water?"

"Haha, I can already guess what kind of talent a servant has. If he really has talent, would he still be a servant? I really don't know what Miss Xue is thinking about letting this kind of person enter the battlefield?"

"First Rank of Blood Soul Stage, what a joke! Here, any one of us can deal with him."

"You can call him Ye Zhi. Get out of here. If Miss Xue asks you to come, you can come. Who do you think you are? Don't look in the mirror. Is this where you came from? "

Someone even shouted at Ye Zhi.

Ye Zhi's expression did not change when he heard the mocking laughter. He only moved his hand away and returned the Heavenly Spirit Mark to Nangong Yang.

"I didn't even light the Bloodsoul Turtle Fire. I really admire you." Nangong Yang glanced at Ye Zhi and murmured.

Nangong Wen's face showed a hint of pride. He looked at Ye Zhi without any interest and said calmly, "This kind of talent is not something you can hope for in the martial way."

"But since Miss Xue has already told me, I can't chase you away. You can enter and exit the battlefield freely."

After Nangong Wen finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Nangong Yu had a dark smile on his face. "Nangong Yang, didn't Miss Xue just tell us to teach this servant well?"

The word "servant" was very heavy in his words.

Nangong Yang was stunned.

"He's only a First Grade Blood Soul Stage, and you've already reached the Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage realm. The lowest grade of the others is at the Fifth Grade Blood Soul Stage realm. " Help us give him some guidance, and it won't be in vain for him to come here. " Nangong Yu let out a sinister laugh.

Nangong Yang looked pleased. He looked at Ye Zhi and sneered, "Don't worry, Brother Yu. I will give Ye Zhi some pointers."

"Ye Zhi, you should accept my guidance. Right?

Ye Zhi's expression did not change as he said slowly, "To be able to accept Young Master Yang's guidance, I am really looking forward to it. I did not come here in vain."

"Tsk, you still dare to be stubborn."

Ye Zhi's expression made Nangong Yu a little unhappy. He was just a servant. Which one of them wasn't an elite of the Nangong family? They actually didn't have the slightest bit of humility and respect. He couldn't help but sneer. He said to Nangong Yang, "Since Ye Zhi can't wait, why are you still standing there?"

"Brother Yu is right." After Nangong Yang said that, he put the Heavenly Spirit Mark aside.

Nangong Yang, who had left the Heavenly Spirit Mark, did not notice that cracks that looked like spider webs had suddenly appeared on the Heavenly Spirit Mark.

Ye Zhi and Nangong Yang went up to the arena.

"There is no suspense in this competition."

"Although Nangong Yang has only been practicing for a month, he has also practiced martial arts. With the addition of Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage and martial arts, he will definitely win against a First Rank of Blood Soul Stage servant."

"Nangong Yang, keep your men in check. Ye Zhi is a subordinate of Miss Xue. If he is hurt anywhere, Miss Xue might come looking for trouble with him."

Someone laughed at Nangong Yu's misfortune.

"Haha, don't worry. I won't hurt him." Nangong Yang smiled and said sarcastically, "Ye Zhi, you're only a First Rank of Blood Soul Stage, and I'm already a Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage. It's unfair to begin with, and you won't lose face even if you admit defeat."

"Besides, you're just a servant, and you don't know any martial arts. It doesn't matter if you admit defeat."

Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists tightly. This Nangong Yang didn't have any good intentions, and his words were filled with ridicule and contempt.

Want him to admit defeat directly?

This person who lost his face and Nangong Huanxue's people.

Nangong Huanxue let a servant like him enter the arena, but he directly admitted defeat. Even if Nangong Huanxue did not mind, he did.

Although there was a huge gap between First Rank of Blood Soul Stage and Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage, and the chances of victory were minuscule, Ye Zhi wouldn't back down.

If one was always forced to back down in the path of martial arts, how could one go higher and further?

Besides, he still had the azure spiritual energy to support him.

His unique ultimate move!

"I'm sorry, I've never admitted defeat in my dictionary. Please come over." Ye Zhi smiled at Nangong Yang.

Nangong Yang smiled coldly.

Since you want to die, don't blame me for being heartless.

Boom!

Nangong Yang stomped his foot on the ground and dashed forward like a ferocious beast. With a punch, the wind of his fist blew like a shooting star, cutting through the night sky. In a flash, he flew towards Ye Zhi.

He was fast enough!

Ye Zhi blinked his eyes and quickly retreated. However, Nangong Yang's speed was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him. The vibration of his fist made him understand how terrifying this punch was.

He gritted his teeth and a loud bang sounded in his body. His blood and Qi surged.

Hu!

His arm suddenly shook, and Ye Zhi punched out.

Bang!

Ah!

A dull sound was heard. Ye Zhi's body trembled, and a painful expression appeared on his face. His fist seemed to have been hit by an iron plate. In addition to the pain, his body was pushed back by the force.

Then, he slammed heavily into the arena pillar. His back was in pain. Ye Zhi gritted his teeth, and his arm was shaking non-stop. He lowered his head and saw that his fist was swollen to the point that it was stained with blood.

His entire arm was wrapped in pain. He did not even have the strength to lift it.

"Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage, the difference is so huge compared to a First Order warrior!"

Ye Zhi stared at Nangong Yang with a deep fear in his eyes.

"Sure, I didn't fall. I'm going to use my true ability now." Nangong Yang blinked at Ye Zhi. He turned around and leaped into the air like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

Really?

Ye Zhi's pupils shrank. Nangong Yang's body expanded in an instant.

He bit the tip of his tongue and activated the spiritual fire. At this critical moment, he suddenly realized that Nangong Yang's speed had slowed down.

While he was confused, Ye Zhi did not have time to think and quickly moved to the left along the pillar.

Bang!

Nangong Yang kicked the pillar fiercely like a hot knife cutting through butter. The sound shook the sky and made the pillar tremble slightly.

The loud sound made Ye Zhi's ears hurt. In his panic, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth. With a twist of his foot, all of his blood, energy, and blood rushed to his right hand. In the pain, his eyes turned red, and he punched Nangong Yang in the back.

With a punch, Ye Zhi's pupils shrank. There was a hint of shock in his eyes.

He had intentionally activated his spirit fire earlier, but now that he struck out, he actually felt strands of medicinal Spirit Qi of Universes attached to his fist.

Impossible, right?

He was only a First Rank of Blood Soul Stage, so how could he mobilize medicinal Spirit Qi of Universes to increase his strength?

Could it be because of the special spiritual fire that the Blue Root Stone used? Or was it related to the azure spiritual energy?

Ye Zhi had doubts in his heart, but this fist had already landed heavily on Nangong Yang's back.

Bang!

This punch actually caused the air to explode.

He actually dodged it?

Nangong Yang's expression was stunned. The sound of the wind from the fist suddenly sounded behind him, causing his brows to raise and the corners of his mouth to raise a trace of a cold smile.

Trying to resist?

You overestimate yourself!

With a cold laugh, he stepped on the pillar and spun around. He looked down at Ye Zhi from the sky and punched out.

Bang!

Crack!

A muffled sound was heard. Unexpectedly, Nangong Yang's face showed a bitter expression.

"Wah ~"

He felt a strong force emerging from Ye Zhi's fist. The bones of his hand made a cracking sound, and it was mixed with a strange strong attraction force. His fist was tightly pressed against it, and he let out a painful cry on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, and his entire body was trembling. There was a trace of deep fear in his eyes.

He felt all the blood in his body being devoured by this great attraction force. His face was pale, and his body was trembling.

"Wah ~, that's impossible?"

He was trembling non-stop. In his panic, there was pain, causing him to shout for help.

Slap!

Ye Zhi's eyes flickered with azure spirit flames. His fist shook, and Nangong Yang heavily left his fist. In an instant, he lost his support and fiercely fell to the ground.

"Waa ~ ~"

Nangong Yang bowed slightly and wailed in pain again.

Everything happened in an instant. The audience widened their eyes and stared blankly at Ye Zhi who was standing on the stage and Nangong Yang who had fallen to the ground.

Nangong Yu was tongue-tied. His proud expression froze. It was as if he was choking on his throat, unable to speak.

Hu!

Gudong!

First, there was a short silence. Then, he was filled with the sound of cold air being sucked in and saliva being swallowed.

"This is fake, right?"

"Nangong Yang actually defeated a servant? A Second Rank of Blood Soul Stage defeated a First Order warrior?"

"Impossible! That kid is clearly a First Rank of Blood Soul Stage warrior, how could he defeat Nangong Yang with just one punch?"

"Damn, he really embarrassed the Nangong family. It's useless to let a servant defeat him!"