At this moment, many sect disciples, seeing that Ye Qingfeng had temporarily gained the upper hand, could not help but feel very excited. Clearly, most of the sect disciples were very optimistic about Ye Qingfeng.

At this time, several elders in the elders' area seeing the scene between Wang Hu and Ye Qingfeng, couldn't help but frown slightly. Everyone could see that Ye Qingfeng was not holding back at all. Obviously, he intended to defeat Wang Hu in the fastest and fiercest way, and quite a few elders were somewhat worried about Wang Hu.

After all, such a cultivator like Wang Hu could also be considered a dark horse in this outer sect disciple competition. With proper cultivation in the future, he was bound to achieve certain results and also contribute to the sect. After all, having one more strong person in the sect in the future is undoubtedly a good thing for the sect.

However, Ye Qingfeng's aggressive onslaught at this moment was so fierce that it made some elders watching feel rather anxious.

Although in the eyes of many elders, Ye Qingfeng was also an excellent existence, not inferior to Wang Hu at all, but if he were to severely injure Wang Hu, that was obviously not something everyone wanted to see.

Among the elders, the most nervous one was that burly elder, who was staring at the other side without blinking, afraid that his prized disciple might get hurt by accident.

At this time, seeing the scene on the Martial Arts Platform, Lianzi and others couldn't help but feel very nervous, and at this moment, when Lianzi inadvertently glanced at Ding Fan, he found that Ding Fan's expression was also very serious.

Ding Fan, looking at the situation on the Martial Arts Platform, although confident in Wang Hu, knew that for Wang Hu to truly grow, he must face the current challenge. Regardless of how strong the opponent is, he must have the courage where "when narrow roads meet, the brave wins" deep inside and cannot be scared away; only by becoming braver with each battle can he reach the peak of martial arts!

"Brother, I hope you can get through this challenge..."

Ding Fan couldn't help but think for a moment.

On the Martial Arts Platform, in just a minute, Wang Hu had already been pushed into a corner. At this moment, there was no place left to retreat. The advantage of the other's cultivation level was already apparent to Wang Hu; two ranks difference was indeed not easy to handle.

The gap here was really too large. It must be noted that for general cultivation, a difference of two ranks is simply a situation of being instantly defeated.

It was precisely because Wang Hu was outstanding that he had managed to hold his ground until this point.

But now, Wang Hu had nowhere left to retreat!

"Heh heh!"

Ye Qingfeng, seeing this scene, couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, clearly showing an advantage of a superior against an inferior when facing Wang Hu, whether it was in aura or cultivation power, almost fully suppressing the other side. This sense of superiority was deeply ingrained; if it were the average cultivator, they could be driven away without a fight!

Bang bang bang!

Ye Qingfeng once again unleashed a series of punches towards Wang Hu.

"Thunderclap Fist!"

At this moment, Ye Qingfeng had already displayed the unique skill "Thunderclap Fist". It must be noted that this was an Earth-level middle-grade martial art, and its power was definitely not to be underestimated. It is said that once the Thunderclap Fist Technique is cultivated to mastery, it can produce an effect like phantasmal thunder which is absolutely imperceptible and almost a one-hit kill.

Moreover, most cultivators who train in this fist technique are those at the Emergence Stage, because cultivating such a fist technique is extremely difficult. It's not something that cultivators below the Emergence Stage can generally do. Only those cultivators who have reached the Emergence Stage can barely cultivate it and achieve that phantasmal thunder effect.

No one expected Ye Qingfeng to have already started learning this Thunderclap Fist Technique. This is simply unbelievable!

Although Ye Qingfeng's cultivation among peers was already regarded as outstanding, possessing a Late Nascent Soul Stage cultivation, he was still a level away from the Emergence Stage. It must be known that this is a whole level, and there's nothing unusual for many cultivators to spend over ten years cultivating for this level.

The gap here was already apparent. It must be understood that it is extremely difficult for someone at the Nascent Soul Stage to cultivate the Thunderclap Fist, which is meant for Emergence Stage cultivators. Such a cultivator can undoubtedly be called a genius!

Under the Martial Arts Platform, the cultivators, seeing Ye Qingfeng displaying the Thunderclap Fist, distinctly heard thunderous sounds resembling the peals of thunder.

People couldn't help but feel nervous, and in an instant, some looked rather sorrowfully at Wang Hu. Clearly, everyone could guess Wang Hu's fate; it's known that there aren't many cultivators who can avoid this Thunderclap Fist...

At this moment, some elders in the elders' area, seeing this scene from Ye Qingfeng, felt a little admiration for him. Clearly, the other party had already cultivated the Thunderclap Fist to a minor success level to create such an effect. However, at the same time, they felt a bit of sorrow for Wang Hu.

Clearly, the outcome for Wang Hu, this disciple, would not be good. Estimating that he would either be severely injured or barely alive... It's not that Wang Hu wasn't excellent, but he was just unlucky to encounter a disciple even more talented than him.

The Four Seas Sect Master, Elder Zhang Qiang, in the elders' area, seeing this scene, could not help but be extremely shocked. He really did not expect that merely an outer sect disciple from the Dayang Sect had cultivated the Thunderclap Fist Technique to such a level. The Dayang Sect indeed had some underlying depths and was not an ordinary existence.

At the same time, the other sect masters present were equally stunned upon witnessing this scene. However, after their shock dissipated, their faces were filled with deep-seated jealousy, clearly showing an unkind demeanor.

But when He Zenfen and some of the Dayang Sect elders noticed them, their expressions had long returned to their usual calm, clearly showing their deep composure.

At this moment, as He Zenfen watched Wang Hu and Ye Qingfeng on the martial arts platform, he couldn't help but feel a bit sentimental. Although Wang Hu might be defeated, given proper nurturing, he definitely has the potential for greatness, and Ye Qingfeng is also an exceptionally excellent presence. Seeing the young generation of the Dayang Sect performing like this obviously filled He Zenfen with great joy.

After all, these outer sect disciples are the future of the Dayang Sect. With so many outstanding disciples, the Dayang Sect is certainly destined for an even more glorious future!

Among them, the burly elder couldn't help but tense his expression upon witnessing this scene, knowing well that Wang Hu might be in for a fierce predicament! However, with the two currently in the midst of a match, he had no reason to intervene, leaving him to helplessly watch his beloved disciple suffer, with an indescribable bitterness in his heart...

At this moment, Wang Hu watched his opponent's fist technique approach in an instant, leaving him no time for further contemplation. Instinctively, he promptly employed the fist technique taught by his elder brother, Ding Fan, as he simultaneously executed it.

Nevertheless, though both were fist techniques completed in an instant, one was offensive, while the other was a passive defense. In the eyes of the outer sect, Wang Hu was already defeated...

Boom!

A loud crash resounded, dust and sand swirling on the martial arts platform amidst billowing smoke.

Ye Qingfeng retreated three steps, his expression indifferent yet tinted with a hint of mockery, and within that mockery was a touch of shock. Meanwhile, Wang Hu had already crashed heavily onto the martial arts platform, vomiting a mouthful of fresh blood, his face filled with agony.

Wang Hu, indeed, hurriedly threw his fist in response; this outcome was both expected and unexpected to him.

He hadn't anticipated his opponent's punch to be so fierce, feeling his internal organs violently shaken, leaving his body clearly uncomfortable.

On the other side, Ye Qingfeng was shocked internally to find that his opponent hurriedly threw a punch to respond to him, and the power of the opponent's fist was incredibly strong, unexpectedly neutralizing about two-thirds of his Thunderclap Fist's power, which was simply unbelievable. Yet, he was still quite pleased at heart.

No matter how formidable your fist technique is, you're defeated under my punch!

At this moment, the onlookers below, witnessing this scene, couldn't help but gasp in astonishment, never expecting Senior Brother Ye's fist technique power to be this immense. In that split second, it was nearly too fast for anyone to discern the situation on the platform, resembling more the presence that should belong to an Emergence Stage cultivator, rather than a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator!

When everyone saw Wang Hu fall, their hearts couldn't help but tremble slightly, understanding that, especially among the outer sect disciples, they sympathized with Wang Hu greatly. They knew that Senior Brother Ye's punch was the Thunderclap Fist, a technique Senior Brother Ye had honed for a long time, and virtually none among the outer sect disciples could withstand such a blow from him.

Clearly, Wang Hu's defeat was justified. Even some sect disciples who were initially not optimistic about Wang Hu took the opportunity to ridicule and tease upon seeing him lie on the ground, apparently convinced by the ferocity of Senior Brother Ye's punch!

Lianzi and others witnessing this scene couldn't help but exclaim, their hearts filled with sadness for Wang Hu; watching him lying on the martial arts platform left them feeling bitter. Senior Brother Wang Hu is such a good person, yet he fell short; the opponent's prowess was undeniably overwhelming.

Such a disparity of two ranks was definitely something not to be underestimated. For ordinary people, this rank difference could amount to several years' disparity in cultivation time; how could one possibly overcome such an opponent?

At this moment, Zhou Xiao, seeing Wang Hu on the platform, couldn't help but feel a tinge of sympathy for him, yet harbored not a shred of disdain. After all, Wang Hu's opponent was Ye Qingfeng, and wanting to defeat him with Wang Hu at the Early Nascent Soul Stage of cultivation was an impossibility!

At this moment, Ding Fan's unwavering gaze constantly fixated on Wang Hu, intensely focused, unwilling to miss any of Wang Hu's slightest movements. He knew Wang Hu, though defeated, shouldn't concede but should stand up and continue fighting; only through this can a cultivator potentially become a strong one.

"Stand up! Continue fighting! Wang Hu, stand up, continue fighting!..."

At this moment, Ding Fan continuously sent his Divine Sense transmission into Wang Hu's ears, knowing well each martial arts platform was equipped with sound-isolating formations; a cultivator standing on the platform couldn't hear voices from the outer sect. With the clamor of discussions and the bustling sounds of life, the martial arts platform allowed only a faint whisper to be heard, making it impossible to discern the conversations below. However, the expressions of the outer sect disciples were enough for the competitors on the platform to comprehend their sentiments.

But those sound-isolating formations, to Ding Fan, could naturally be disregarded; few could rival Ding Fan's strong Divine Sense.

At this moment, Ding Fan's voice quickly and clearly transmitted into Wang Hu's ears.

"Get up, fight! Get up, fight!..."

At this moment, Wang Hu furrowed his brows, hearing his elder brother's voice in his heart. Despite his consciousness initially seeming muddled, Wang Hu's awareness gradually became clearer, and shortly after, his mind was filled with simplistic yet infinitely powerful words:

"Get up, fight!..."