At this moment, a grave expression was on Ye Qingfeng's face as he watched the opponent charge directly at him without any pause, leaving him quite stunned.

He understood clearly in his heart that although he had suffered some injuries from the previous move, the opponent was equally hurt. Yet now, without even a moment's hesitation, the opponent was charging at him again. It was as if the opponent was consumed by a reckless fury, seemingly disregarding their own life.

Ye Qingfeng knew full well that he was an experienced cultivator, having faced all sorts of opponents, and vanquished countless powerful Yuan beasts. However, as Wang Hu raced towards him, he felt a vague dread, sensing an aura akin to a fierce beast in the opponent, daring not to confront him directly.

But this feeling vanished from Ye Qingfeng's mind in an instant. There was no time to ponder anything else; the most pressing matter now was to defend against the opponent's fist technique.

In the previous exchange, he realized that the opponent's fist technique was profound and formidable, seemingly beyond what his Thunderclap Fist could handle. He had the upper hand due to his significantly higher cultivation level. Ye Qingfeng harbored an unwilling thought: if their cultivation were the same, he might not be a match for the opponent.

This thought was astonishing to Ye Qingfeng himself. He had always been celebrated as having a genius-like talent since childhood. How could he suddenly feel inferior, especially to an opponent whose cultivation and age were slightly lower? It was inconceivable!

At this moment, he suddenly felt that although the duel wasn't over, he had already lost!

Thinking this, his previously shocked face immediately clouded over, fiercely refusing to accept such an outcome. He absolutely would not allow it! He must eliminate the opponent!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Qingfeng then simultaneously unleashed two martial arts techniques.

"Thunderclap Fist!"

"Cloud Stride!"

In an instant, Ye Qingfeng executed both techniques, facing the opponent's fist as it neared. He aimed not only to repel the opponent entirely but to utterly defeat him, leaving him in a humiliating loss. He knew that even if he killed the opponent on the Martial Arts Platform, the sect would not be able to do anything about it! Moreover, if the opponent were allowed to develop further, his future achievements might surpass his own, even garnering a substantial share of the sect's cultivation resources.

This was utterly unacceptable to Ye Qingfeng!

Swish Swish Swish!

Boom Boom Boom!

A succession of muffled blasts echoed, as Ye Qingfeng's fists reached an extreme, intimidating those watching.

Those below the Martial Arts Platform watched Ye Qingfeng's performance with startled expressions, knowing that Ye Qingfeng's martial arts were overwhelmingly powerful to any disciple. Not only did the outer sect disciples feel this way, but even some inner sect disciples began to feel chills down their spines. Clearly, they hadn't expected Senior Brother Ye's martial arts realm had advanced to such a level!

"I didn't realize Senior Brother Ye had cultivated the 'Cloud Stride' to mastery. You know, it's also a step towards Earth level Martial Arts!"

"Indeed, judging by these years, Senior Brother Ye has not only improved his cultivation, but also his martial arts prowess, making others struggle to keep up!"

"While 'Cloud Stride' isn't as renowned as Thunderclap Fist, it's incredibly challenging to cultivate!"

"Moreover, 'Cloud Stride' is a dedicated companion technique to Thunderclap Fist! It's surprising that Senior Brother Ye not only cultivated Thunderclap Fist to a minor achievement level but also brought 'Cloud Stride' to mastery. This greatly enhanced his battle prowess!"

"Senior Brother Ye's progress makes us inner sect disciples feel a bit inadequate..."

...

Many cultivators in the inner sect disciples' area watched the scene unfolding on the Martial Arts Platform with shocked expressions, discussing with awe and regret.

Although these inner sect disciples were esteemed figures in the eyes of the outer sect disciples, similarly, they overlooked the outer sect disciples, which was a common occurrence. This was the survival rule in the Cultivation World, though the outer sect disciples felt resentment, their abilities were not esteemed by others, leaving them with no choice but to accept it.

However, there was one exception among the outer sect disciples: Ye Qingfeng. Ye Qingfeng was capable of entering the inner sect as early as five years ago during the last outer sect disciple competition. Entering the inner sect and even becoming a Core Disciple was within reach. However, Senior Brother Ye felt the breakthrough in cultivation was imminent, thus retreating to focus on training.

Thus, the inner sect disciples dared not express any superiority in front of Ye Qingfeng, as his performance on the Martial Arts Platform clearly showed despite their advancement to the inner sect and receipt of increased resources, they were still a little behind Ye Qingfeng.

Some inner sect disciples heard rumors, despite Senior Brother Ye not entering the inner sect, an elder had accepted him as a disciple and provided ample resources.

Although this was a secret, everyone could understand, considering such a heavenly talent, elders would make every effort to recruit him as a disciple.

Therefore, for this reason, the inner sect disciples held great respect for this exceptional outer sect disciple.

"Senior Brother Ye's offensive is fierce! Looks like Wang Hu won't be as lucky this time!"

"I suppose Senior Brother Ye must be angry; you know, these two martial arts are just too damn powerful! They're simply not something that can be easily used against ordinary cultivators!"

"I reckon this time Wang Hu really seems doomed!"

...

At this moment, seeing Ye Qingfeng's fierce and aggressive attacks, many sect disciples seemed to have already seen Wang Hu's fate—a truly tragic end...

In the Elders' Area observing the situation on the Martial Arts Platform, quite a few elders were already holding their breath for the disciple Wang Hu. Clearly, the attacks from that disciple Ye Qingfeng were too ferocious, and even cultivators with the same cultivation might not easily dodge such aggression.

These elders were by no means ordinary cultivators; each was exceptionally powerful, and their insight was certainly beyond that of average cultivators.

Evidently, some elders immediately saw how extraordinary the martial arts Ye Qingfeng displayed were, absolutely not something the disciple Wang Hu could easily counter. Among the elders, the most pleased expression belonged to one with a black face—Black-faced Elder. Watching Wang Hu and Ye Qingfeng on the Martial Arts Platform, a sense of satisfaction crept into his heart.

Simultaneously, Black-faced Elder understood Ye Qingfeng's intentions very well; this young man was aiming to completely kill his opponent. Thinking of this, Black-faced Elder couldn't help but let out a sinister smile, evidently agreeing with Ye Qingfeng's approach.

...

At this moment, Ding Fan, seeing the scene with Ye Qingfeng, couldn't help but become serious, but it wasn't out of concern for Wang Hu. What Ding Fan hadn't expected was for a disciple with such a famed reputation to be so narrow-minded, using such ruthless methods against Wang Hu, who was of much lower cultivation. However, on another note, it was the time for the Outer Sect Disciple Competition, so going all out to defeat the opponent was understandable.

But Ding Fan had already discerned from Ye Qingfeng's eyes that he aimed for more than just defeating the opponent—his intention was to kill Wang Hu.

"Haha! Unfortunately, Wang Hu is not as weak as you imagine!"

On the Martial Arts Platform, facing the opponent's fierce attacks, Wang Hu's face grew serious, but his heart was filled with the determination to win. He wanted to defeat his opponent, defeat him without a doubt!

Wang Hu observed his opponent moving with a strange gait, continuously dodging, and now and then, throwing punches as fierce as a tiger, while the sound of thunderous explosions frequently rang in his ears!

Boom boom boom!

Wang Hu employed the fist technique taught by his elder brother, all defenses around him became formidable. Now, he was merely waiting for an opportunity; his previous forward strikes had mostly been diffused by the opponent, placing him temporarily on the defensive again.

But soon enough, it became unclear who was attacking and who was defending.

Above the Martial Arts Platform, thunderous sounds echoed, with both sides exchanging fist techniques, sounds of thunder roared, and the ground erupted with sand and stones. Whirlwinds began to rise around the platform, forcing the cultivators below to mobilize their True Qi to protect themselves, and no one dared approach the platform.

The onlookers below couldn't help but gape at this sight.

Who would have thought Wang Hu could be this incredible! To fight to a standstill with the opponent was simply unbelievable!

How could this be possible?

At that moment, Wang Hu noticed a brief pause from his opponent and seized the opportunity. He swung his fist technique, letting out a loud cry, and a move rushed ferociously towards his opponent!

"Golden Dragon Emergence!"

"Thunderclap Fist!"

Rumble...!

The deafening sounds spread all around, and many cultivators even covered their ears.

At this moment, as Ye Qingfeng unleashed his unique skill, he simultaneously executed the "Thunderclap Fist" to the limit. Yet the result between the two was vastly different.

During the collision of the two techniques, a clash of qi waves and thunderbolts occurred. At the encounter between Ye Qingfeng's thunderous might and his opponent's seemingly True Dragon-like qi wave, Ye Qingfeng's lightning force shattered instantly...

Next, the True Dragon-like qi wave swept through Ye Qingfeng's chest. Although the previous thunderous might had offset most of the wave's vigor, one must know that the qi wave, resembling congealed True Dragon, was not to be underestimated.

After piercing through Ye Qingfeng's chest, he spewed a mouthful of blood. Earlier, he had used True Qi to shield himself, but he hadn't anticipated his opponent's True Dragon qi wave to be so powerful that it was beyond his defense!

Ye Qingfeng spat another mouthful of blood, and his legs felt weak, almost causing him to kneel on the Martial Arts Platform. He could clearly sense the severe internal injuries, his face ridden with shock and disbelief!