"Haha..."
"I want to see how you break through my defense!"
Shen Qiang laughed heartily.
But his laughter was steeped in indelible mockery.
"Breaking your defense is too easy."
Ling Yunfei took a few steps, zipped around to Shen Qiang’s back like lightning, his palm like a blade fiercely striking towards the back of Shen Qiang’s head.
THUD. Shen Qiang fell to the ground, unconscious.
"You should be grateful. If it weren’t for that accursed rule, your head would have exploded by now."
Ling Yunfei sneered dismissively, turned to face the Crown Prince, and said calmly, "Aren’t you going to announce the result?"
"He lost?"
The Crown Prince was dumbfounded.
So were Xie Fang and his companions.
The crowd outside the arena was even more stunned.
Did he win this easily?
Even the important figures and dignitaries in the square were somewhat taken aback.
Jiang Zhengyi sighed, "This Jian Haotian truly isn’t a simple character. His calmness in a crisis is frightening."
Chief Li laughed and said, "Although it was due to Jian Haotian’s reminder, if Ling Yunfei weren’t clever enough to react, he wouldn’t have managed it. This boy indeed has potential."
Jiang Zhengyi turned to the Hall Master of the Martial King Palace and said helplessly, "Yan Nanshan, how are you so lucky? A few years ago there was Feng Ling’er, who was constantly in the limelight, and now you have Ling Yunfei. It’s really hard not to be jealous!"
"You can only look on in jealousy."
Yan Nanshan was smiling from ear to ear, extremely proud.
In fact, he was somewhat surprised himself.
As the Hall Master of the Martial King Palace, he couldn’t possibly focus on every disciple.
He knew that Ling Yunfei was Ling Feng’s son, but he wasn’t aware of the specifics.
If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes today, he wouldn’t have known that the Martial King Palace had gained another such prodigious talent.
A sixteen-year-old Nine-Star martial master, possessing such amazing combat awareness and practical battle experience, could indeed only be described as a ’freak.’
As for Shen Qiang, Yan Nanshan didn’t spare him another glance; it seemed he no longer considered him a disciple of the Martial King Palace.
Where some rejoiced, others naturally despaired.
The Lin family, the royal family, and the Elixir King Palace were now quite upset.
The Crown Prince had even given the Tyrant Fist to Shen Qiang; any fool could see that he was deliberately targeting Qin Feiyang and his group.
If it had been successful, everyone would have been delighted.
But Shen Qiang had lost.
It wasn’t Shen Qiang who lost face; it was the Crown Prince.
Moreover, the most critical point was that today was the grand wedding ceremony of the Crown Prince and Lin Yiyi. For such an incident to occur was tantamount to tarnishing the reputation of both the royal family and the Lin family.
As for the Elixir King Palace, they had no intrinsic reason to hate Ling Yunfei.
If one had to find a reason, it would only be because Ling Yunfei was a friend of Qin Feiyang.
In short, they had become utterly deranged. They hated anyone associated with Qin Feiyang!
Seeing the Crown Prince lost in thought for a long time, Yan King felt deeply embarrassed and shouted, "What are you dawdling for? Announce the result now!"
The Crown Prince jolted, snapping back to his senses.
A brilliant smile quickly spread across his face.
"Congratulations to Ling Yunfei for advancing to the next round of the competition."
No matter how unwilling he was, he could only force a smile now.
Let’s see how long you can keep up this pretense,
Ling Yunfei sneered inwardly. He turned, and using the Return to Origin Step, walked toward Qin Feiyang.
Watching his departing figure, a cold light flashed in the Crown Prince’s eyes. After having Commander Xu carry Shen Qiang away, he smiled and said, "Next, number two and number eight will compete."
From Qin Feiyang’s side, Zhao Shuang’er stepped out.
Her opponent was Xie Fang.
So it’s just her,
Xie Fang thought, glancing at Zhao Shuang’er with considerable disdain.
The two stood facing each other, about ten meters apart.
Xie Fang bowed very gentlemanly and said with a smile, "Miss Shuang’er, I never bully women. It would be best if you concede!"
"Really?" Zhao Shuang’er asked timidly.
"Yes." Xie Fang nodded, seeming as if he wanted to say something more.
WHOOSH!
But just then, Zhao Shuang’er took a step forward. Like a gentle breeze, she appeared behind Xie Fang in the blink of an eye.
It was the Gale Step!
Immediately after, she extended her delicate hand and, just as Ling Yunfei had done to Shen Qiang, slapped towards the back of Xie Fang’s head.
BANG!
Instantly, Xie Fang face-planted, sprawling on the ground with a bloodied nose and swollen face.
Zhao Shuang’er then stepped on Xie Fang’s back, an innocent smile playing on her lips as she asked, "Now, tell me, who is bullying whom?"
Xie Fang was completely stupefied. He still had no idea what had just happened.
The Crown Prince and Wang Xia were also dumbstruck.
The vast crowd outside the arena fell into an even deeper silence.
Defeating Xie Fang in one move? This young girl is too fierce, isn’t she?
Only Qin Feiyang and his companions weren’t surprised at all.
They knew that Zhao Shuang’er was not only a Nine-Star martial master but had also mastered the perfect auxiliary Martial Arts Technique, Gale Step.
Even if Xie Fang went all out, he might not have been her match.
Yet, the fool had been there, flaunting his strength and even shamelessly proclaiming he didn’t bully women. Wasn’t that just asking for a beating?
There was one other person who was more astounded than anyone else present.
He was Lin Chang.
It could be said that he had watched Zhao Shuang’er grow up; he knew her inside out.
In his memory, Zhao Shuang’er wasn’t particularly outstanding.
How could she have become so alarmingly powerful after only a year?
Simultaneously, a flash of surprise flickered in Lin Yiyi’s vacant eyes.
I’m actually being stepped on by a woman?
Xie Fang finally snapped out of his stupor. The humiliation was undeniable! He immediately grew angry from embarrassment, his True Qi surging out like a torrent!
"Never underestimate women in the future," Zhao Shuang’er chuckled.
Then, lifting her delicate foot, she kicked Xie Fang squarely in the temple.
Xie Fang screamed in agony and was sent flying, finally rolling to the Crown Prince’s feet before passing out.
The Crown Prince glanced at Zhao Shuang’er, then down at Xie Fang at his feet. His rage was now uncontrollable; he desperately wished he could kick the useless fellow away.
Suppressing the urge, he looked up at Commander Xu and forced a smile. "Take him away to be treated."
The most vexing thing for a person was exactly what the Crown Prince was now experiencing: though his heart was about to explode with rage, he still had to maintain a smile.
"Yes."
Commander Xu quickly ran over, carried Xie Fang to Ma Cheng and his two companions, took out a healing pill and administered it to him, then unceremoniously tossed Xie Fang to Ma Cheng’s group and hurried away.
"Useless trash! Take him away, don’t let him continue to embarrass himself here!" Jia Hei roared, his dark face so gloomy it looked as if water could drip from it.
Xue Yang, standing nearby, flinched visibly, then quickly picked up Xie Fang and hurried toward the back.
"Excellent!"
However, Yan Nanshan on the other side, disregarding the occasion, slammed his hand on the table and cheered.
Although Zhao Shuang’er was a disciple of the Martial King Palace in Star Moon City, she was still under his jurisdiction.
Seeing his disciples display their might one after another, as the Hall Master, he felt exceptionally proud, his face beaming.
Elder Wan and the beautiful woman were also grinning from ear to ear, looking as pleased as punch.
"Just look how smug you all are," Jiang Zhengyi on the side rolled his eyes.
"Haha..."
"I am smug, so what?" Yan Nanshan laughed heartily, looking challengingly at Jiang Zhengyi, as if to say,
Go on, try and find two such monstrous talents yourself!
Jiang Zhengyi didn’t seem particularly bothered.
But Ma Cheng and his two companions unconsciously clenched their fists, their gazes chilling to the extreme.
Because that laughter was grating to their ears, like invisible slaps striking their faces.
All three of them turned to look at Wang Xia.
Wang Xia noticed their gazes and nodded heavily in understanding.
The Crown Prince said, "Next, number three and number seven will compete."
Lo Qingzhu and Wang Xia walked toward each other simultaneously.
Why is it her?
Wang Xia frowned and whispered, "No matter who it is, I must win this battle!"
However, Lo Qingzhu’s expression showed neither contempt nor gravity; she appeared exceptionally calm.
Wang Xia smiled and said, "Sister Qingzhu, my apologies for what’s to come."
Lo Qingzhu just smiled faintly.
Wang Xia’s expression turned solemn. True Qi erupted from her palms as she suddenly lunged, rushing toward Lo Qingzhu and unleashing a whistling palm strike!
The wind from the palm strike lifted Lo Qingzhu’s skirt and her dark hair. She, too, extended a palm.
However, it was just an ordinary palm strike, devoid of even a trace of True Qi!
Seeing this, Wang Xia grew furious. "Lo Qingzhu, stop looking down on people!"
Before she even finished speaking, their palms clashed!
PUFF!
Wang Xia immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, lost control of her footing, and stumbled back more than ten meters.
"I wasn’t looking down on you; I was just afraid of hurting you. You let me win," Lo Qingzhu said, lowering her slender arm. She gave Wang Xia a gentle smile, then turned and walked to Zhao Shuang’er’s side. She looked up at the Crown Prince, waiting for him to announce the result.
But the Crown Prince seemed oblivious, his head lowered, his face flushing and paling by turns.
There were only five matches in total, yet his side had already lost three consecutively.
He was starting to regret hosting this competition.
Jiang Zhengyi, however, was very pleased. He laughed and said to Yan Nanshan, "How’s my daughter? Much better than your two monstrously talented disciples, right?"
Yan Nanshan said disdainfully, "If they had a father like you, it would be hard to say who is stronger. Besides, your daughter is also a disciple of my Martial King Palace. What are you so smug about?"
Jiang Zhengyi’s face stiffened, and he said angrily, "I shouldn’t have let her enter the Martial King Palace in the first place."
Yan Nanshan scoffed, "Whether or not she enters the Martial King Palace, is that something you can decide? Besides, it’s too late for regrets now."
Upon hearing these words, Jiang Zhengyi’s face turned red as if something were stuck in his throat.
As for Ma Cheng and his two companions, they no longer had the face to stay. But due to the presence of Yan King and the Lin Family’s Old Ancestor, they couldn’t leave early.
All their rage could only be suppressed within their hearts.
Yan King glanced at the Crown Prince, his brows furrowed slightly, and instructed, "Commander Xu, you take over hosting."
We can’t afford to lose any more face,
he thought.
Otherwise, today’s wedding will surely become a laughingstock.
"Yes." Commander Xu bowed and responded, then ran to the Crown Prince’s side and whispered, "Your Highness, I’ll take over here. You should go and rest for a while."
The Crown Prince nodded, walked over in a daze, and sat down next to Yan King, his head hanging low, not uttering a word.
For these finals, he had sought out auxiliary Martial Arts Techniques, had defensive Soft Armor crafted, and even taught others the Tyrant Fist, all to humiliate Qin Feiyang.
It could be said he had worried himself to death over it.
But after investing so much, he hadn’t reaped the slightest reward; he found it incredibly difficult to accept this cruel reality.
This competition should never have been held. This was simply asking for humiliation!
Seeing his son so dejected, completely lacking his usual confidence, Yan King’s fury grew even stronger. As his peripheral gaze swept over Qin Feiyang, a terrifyingly ruthless glint flashed deep within his eyes.

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