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Amidst the shocked gasps and Yang Cheng'an's extremely gloomy expression, Ye Mingyang panted slightly, and did his best to control the surging blood in his chest.
The first collision between the eight sects and the Star Fusion had ended in a seemingly evenly-matched manner.
"Good, very good..."
Yang Cheng'an was a little angry. The outcome shouldn't be like this. Ye Mingyang should have fallen, and so should the Ye family. This was supposed to be a logical outcome.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something to resolve the awkwardness brought by this draw, but he didn't expect Ye Mingyang to move first!
The golden figure was like a bolt of lightning, whistling through the air along with the sound of thunder. It seemed like even the air had been shattered.
Yang Cheng'an hurriedly raised his hand to receive it, he didn't think of dodging. It was as if he had never thought that he would lose. The difference in cultivation realm gave him incomparable confidence, just like how he was confident that he could directly shatter the incoming golden fist.
"Bang!"
Another muffled sound rang out, and it was the sound of fists colliding.
It contained a shocking amount of strength.
After that... It was the second sound, the third sound...
The big figures widened their eyes and looked at the two figures on the stage that gradually became blurry. With their cultivation base, they could naturally see that Ye Mingyang was only there for a split second. Yang Cheng'an only had seventeen punches left.
The last punch landed heavily on Yang Cheng'an's abdomen. His face turned pale at first, then red, and a trace of abnormal nauseous color appeared on his face.
In the eyes of martial artists with insufficient cultivation, the two of them clashed. Then, deep muffled sounds were heard, followed by two figures crossing paths. They switched positions. Ye Mingyang half-knelt on the ground and gasped for breath. His white clothes were mixed with sporadic red color, soaked in sweat. It looked like he had overdrawn his star power.
Did he lose? It was only natural.
But that was also very stunning! In the history of Star Sculpting City, there seemed to be no precedent of Eight Gates Realm martial artists being able to fight a Star Fusion Stage head on. Not a single one!
Yang Cheng'an's face was flushed red, but it seemed like everything was alright. He slowly turned around and looked at Ye Mingyang with a complicated expression. There was anger and fear in his eyes, and deep in his eyes... There's a trace of undetectable fear!
For a moment, the crowd fell silent once again.
The corner of the girl's mouth curled up. This was the first time she smiled since she came to the Star Sculpting City.
Yue Donglai smiled bitterly. He felt that his inaction today might cause him to pass by some things. Fortunately, he didn't do nothing.
Lau Canghai, who was sitting comfortably on the grandstand, stood up in shock. The patriarch of the Yang Family, who was talking to him, also did the same thing. Gu Tang let out a faint sigh. It was the look of disbelief in the eyes of the remaining sixty-seven Star Fusion Stage warriors.
"Who won? Who won?"
The warriors below the stage were still waiting for the result with concern. Although it seemed like the situation was settled, the strange atmosphere of the scene added a lot of suspense to the result.
"Are you blind? It must be Yang Cheng'an who won! Don't you see that the Ye family kid is about to die?! "
" Sigh, young people are still too rash. "
"This is great. The Ye family is going to have a great opportunity. Perhaps, it's just like this..."
Before he could finish his words, it was as if something was stuffed into his mouth. His voice came to an abrupt stop. Then, he pointed at the figure who was coughing out blood and said, "Ke ke... Crack... There was nothing he could say.
Ye Mingyang panted for a while and felt a little better. The only thing he could rely on now was his body, which had been tempered by the Barbarian Bone Monarch Technique, and his rich combat experience. This match could also be considered a trick of his. He could use Yang Chengan's underestimation of his opponent to easily get close to him.
Three consecutive strikes of the Triple Collapsing Fist was not something a Star Fusion who had yet to stabilize his cultivation base could withstand, even if Ye Mingyang had only opened five of them!
Don't forget, those were five gates that were connected to each other that were close to the limit of the eight gates!
"Don't hold on anymore, are you tired..."
Ye Mingyang sounded like he had just finished his cultivation or came back from shopping. His tone was very relaxed. Inside was the vigorous and frivolous aura of a young man his age should have.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cheng'an's face turned white again. He could no longer hold himself back. A mouthful of blood essence gushed out of his mouth and his body fell backward.
The punch just now had hit his abdomen precisely. That part was where his Dantian was located!
The following three waves of collapsing force were like a tide, one after another, easily injuring the dantian of a Star Fusion Stage martial artist.
In other words, because of Yang Cheng'an's carelessness, he did not even use half of his ability before he was defeated.
A battle that could not be won, a battle that should not have been won. Just like a miracle that shouldn't have happened, the result was laid bare in front of everyone. They looked at the young man who was laughing wildly at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky. They felt that the light was somewhat dazzling. They couldn't tell if the light came from the noon sun or from the white clothes on the young man's body.
The muscles on Lau Canghai's face unconsciously twitched. It was a little ugly, but he didn't notice it at all. At this moment, his killing intent was still extremely strong!
If he was not eliminated, he would definitely become a huge threat!
Among the sixty-seven Star Fusion warriors, some of them quietly withdrew. If it was because of Ye Mingyang's strength that some of the people with ill intentions retreated, this time... It was him who used his potential to suppress this group of high and mighty Star Fusion warriors.
A fifteen year old warrior who had broken through a major realm had won. If he didn't die, how far would his martial path go?
However, Ye Mingyang knew that the following battles would be extremely difficult. His star power consumption was severe. The waves of pain from his two arms told him that his condition was very bad.
Another Star Fusion Stage warrior wanted to step out, but he was stopped by a cold voice.
"The competition will be paused for a moment."
The woman received the angry and dissatisfied gazes from the crowd, but other than these six words, she didn't say anything else. However, everyone was worth it. At this moment, this big shot really admired Ye Mingyang.
They were furious, but there was nothing they could do, just like the Ye family. In just a moment, the situation had reversed. Everything was because of that young man on the battlefield.
The useless man in the eyes of the crowd, Ye Mingyang!
Ye Mingyang cast a grateful look at the graceful figure, then sat down on the stage and started meditating. The battle just now had already won him enough bargaining chips. Next, as long as he could defeat all the remaining opponents... The fate of Ye family, his own fate, could be changed!
But, could he do it?
Ye Mingyang didn't have the energy to think about this matter. Instead, he quietly meditated for a quarter of an hour. There wasn't much time left before he stood up and spoke in a confident and cold voice.
"Next."