Tang Yi never expected that he would run into two Battle King Level opponents in a row in just the West Mansion Outer Mansion, and each one was even stronger than the last!
The opponents he’d be matched with later would probably be at this Level, too. And as he fought more matches, they would only get more powerful.
Next time, he might even face a Two-Star or Three-star Level Battle King.
Of course, it wasn’t that Tang Yi was afraid. He was simply amazed by the incredible depth of talent the West Mansion possessed.
’Battle Kings have already appeared in the Outer Mansion. Just how powerful are the disciples in the Inner Mansion?’
This made Tang Yi look forward to the West Mansion Inner Mansion even more.
"You’re the candidate who just shot into the top 1,000 on the rankings, aren’t you? Heh heh, I finally got matched with you. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Pei Ziming, a disciple of the Qian Palace. My current rank is 125th," Pei Ziming said to Tang Yi with a smile, his expression incredibly smug.
"Rank 125?" Tang Yi asked, puzzled. "Were you looking for me on purpose?"
"Of course!"
Pei Ziming nodded. "When you shot into the top 1,000 with such ferocious momentum and caused a huge stir in the West Mansion Outer Mansion, I knew we would have to fight sooner or later. So I entered the Eight Palaces Deer Battle Hall to find a match. I didn’t expect to actually run into you after just a few fights."
"Heh! Maybe you shouldn’t have." Hearing this, Tang Yi understood the situation and replied faintly.
"Oh? And why is that? Are you afraid you’ll lose to me?" Pei Ziming sneered.
Tang Yi shook his head. "No. I’m afraid you’ll lose all your confidence."
"Hah! How arrogant! Make me lose my confidence? Do you even have what it takes? Why don’t you try beating me first?"
Pei Ziming had to admit this candidate was strong. He had broken into the top 1,000 based on his own power before even passing the House Entrance Examination. His formidable strength was undeniable.
But he was also far too arrogant, and he was hogging the spotlight.
’A mere candidate shouldn’t be making such a splash.’
’Couldn’t he just quietly take the House Entrance Examination?’
’But no, he had to stir up trouble right before the examination. What did that say about the current disciples of the West Mansion Outer Mansion? Where was their pride?’
’He was showing them no respect at all.’
This was why Pei Ziming had actively sought a match with Tang Yi.
He was going to stop Tang Yi in his tracks.
Of course, Pei Ziming wasn’t the only one who felt this way. Most of the disciples in the top 1,000 of the West Mansion Outer Mansion’s rankings wanted to do the same.
Why should they let some candidate just waltz onto their leaderboard? Why should they let him steal all the glory?
It was a total slap in the face.
It was just that the others hadn’t been matched with Tang Yi yet. Pei Ziming simply got to him first.
However, Tang Yi’s presence had an interesting side effect. Countless disciples were now flocking to the Eight Palaces Deer Battle Hall for duels, which dramatically increased the matchmaking speed.
Previously, disciples in the top 1,000 would have to wait at least ten or twenty minutes for a match, sometimes even longer. But now, because everyone wanted a piece of Tang Yi, the number of disciples looking for spars in the Eight Palaces Deer Battle Hall had skyrocketed. A match could be found in minutes, sometimes in the blink of an eye.
"You’ll find out if I’m arrogant soon enough. If you can block just one of my punches, I’ll consider this match your win."
Seeing Pei Ziming’s indignation, Tang Yi said with a smile, his face filled with confidence.
At this, Pei Ziming beckoned to Tang Yi with his finger. "Heh, fine. Bring it on! Forget one punch; I can block two."
After speaking, Pei Ziming settled into a defensive stance, a look of pure provocation on his face.
"Let’s hope so."
Tang Yi smiled, done wasting words with Pei Ziming. He clenched a fist and charged.
He wasn’t moving at his top speed, nor was he using even half his strength, yet his figure was still as swift as lightning.
"I’ve heard that your Speed is incredible. Seeing it now, you’re truly as good as they say."
Seeing Tang Yi’s Speed, Pei Ziming nodded in acknowledgment of his opponent’s power.
But what Pei Ziming didn’t know was that this was only half of the Speed Tang Yi was capable of. If Tang Yi went all out, Pei Ziming would only be able to see a faint Shadow.
And if Tang Yi used his Formless Divine Shadow Step, Pei Ziming wouldn’t even see a Shadow.
"Is that so? Heh, I’m not just fast. My fists are even more impressive."
As Tang Yi spoke, he arrived in front of Pei Ziming and threw a punch straight at him.
"Intermediate Boxing Technique!"
"Break!"
The punch he threw was completely ordinary. It had no Momentum, and no powerful Energy swirled around his fist. It looked utterly plain.
Seeing such an ordinary punch, Pei Ziming scoffed, "Hah! And here I was thinking you’d be something special, with how confident you sounded. You dare show off a punch like this? You have the nerve to say I win if I block it? Forget me, even a three-year-old could block this punch."
Sneering, Pei Ziming threw a punch of his own. "Allow me to show you what a True Fist Technique looks like. I just hope my punch doesn’t kill you! Hah!"
"Sunflower Wood Demon-Sealing Fist!"
With a great shout, Pei Ziming clenched his right hand and threw his fist to meet Tang Yi’s.
When two fists collided, it all came down to who was stronger!
And compared to Tang Yi’s utterly ordinary punch, Pei Ziming’s fist carried far more Momentum.
A brilliant light flowed across Pei Ziming’s fist, and a shimmering green glow radiated from it with dazzling intensity.
This punch also radiated an incomparably powerful aura. Compared to Tang Yi’s, Pei Ziming’s fist looked far more formidable.
If any outsiders had been present to witness the exchange, they would have all undoubtedly bet on Pei Ziming to win. After all, Tang Yi’s punch was just too plain.
But...
"BOOM!"
After the two fists collided with a tremendous bang, a figure was sent flying.
And the figure sent flying was none other than Pei Ziming!
Tang Yi had consumed so many Attribute Pills, his Power was immense. Plus, his strength had reached the Level of a Five-star Battle King. In terms of raw strength, how could Pei Ziming possibly compare?
How could Pei Ziming possibly Resist even an ordinary punch from him?
So, as expected, Pei Ziming went flying. He landed with a THUD in the distance, like a human sandbag.
"You have the gall to call that a Fist Technique? And you were worried you might kill me? I doubt that punch could even kill an ant," Tang Yi mocked, throwing Pei Ziming’s own words back at him.
Hearing this, Pei Ziming spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression turning ghastly.
In truth, Tang Yi hadn’t struck with lethal force, so Pei Ziming wasn’t seriously injured. He was spitting blood purely out of rage!

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