C23 Limit
C23 Limit
But he could only hold on, not showing any signs of weakness. Only in this way would those people be afraid and not dare to attack with all their might. Even if this restraining fear was only a trace, to him, it was still an extremely great advantage.
In front of this huge gamble, Ye Mingyang wanted to add enough bargaining chips to the scale on his side.
In the next moment, a warrior with a few wrinkles on his face stepped out. Judging from the qi he was emitting, this warrior had just entered the Star Fusion not long ago, and he couldn't even be compared to Yang Chengan.
Those few Star Fusion Stage warriors with the highest cultivation had a cold smile on their faces.
"A battle of attrition... You really think highly of me."
Of course, Ye Mingyang knew what they were planning. The warriors that came out now were merely consumables. When he was exhausted to the extreme, when Ye Mingyang was at his weakest, someone would come out and give him a fatal blow.
They might even cripple or... kill him!
He really wanted to ridicule those people who wore mocking expressions on their faces. He was only a martial artist of the five sects. If he used such a method to defeat him, wouldn't he lose face?
"Fight... Go ahead and fight with all your might... Brat of the Ye family, today, I will let you die here after your glory!"
The patriarch of the Yang Family had an ugly expression on his face. Lau Canghai's means had made him feel ashamed. However, in order to ensure that nothing would go wrong, he had to do this.
They wanted Ye Mingyang to die here today!
The martial artists who entered had cold expressions on their faces, as if they were facing a great enemy. Yang Cheng'an's defeat made him understand that Ye Mingyang was an opponent on the same level as him. If he looked down on Ye Mingyang a little, he would die a miserable death.
Although his use was only to exhaust this brat in front of him, deep within his heart, he was extremely unwilling.
Consume the energy of Ye Mingyang? What a joke! After several consecutive battles, even if Ye Mingyang adjusted his breathing for a moment, how much strength would he have left?
"I know there's something strange about your body, kid."
The martial artist's expression was as calm as water. He slowly drew his sword from the sword bridge behind him.
His movements were very slow, but he did not drag it out. A cold light flowed around the sword.
"Don't blame me for not showing mercy. If you don't use your weapon now, I guarantee you will die a miserable death."
With a clang, the sword was unsheathed.
A sword light filled with killing intent instantly cut through the distance between the two of them and arrived in front of Ye Mingyang.
Seeing that Ye Mingyang was still unmoved and did not even blink, the martial artist was furious. The long sword in his hand danced wildly like a long snake.
The sword was mixed with incomparably majestic star power. Terrifying fluctuations reminded everyone that he was a genuine Star Fusion Stage martial artist.
Even though he had just entered the Star Guiding Realm, there was still a world of difference between him and the Eight Gates Realm!
Facing the sword light that seemed to come from all directions, Ye Mingyang did not have the slightest fear. He raised his hand and his two fingers stood side by side. Bright golden light once again surrounded him.
He did not use a weapon. Because he himself was the most terrifying humanoid weapon!
The sounds of metal clashing rang out, and from time to time, the sound of metal rubbing against metal could be heard. It made one's teeth ache. The people below looked at the two fingers colliding with the long sword in fear. They were worried about what would happen next. Would these two fingers be cut off at the same time?
Sword lights shot out in all directions like a heavy rain. Cold lights flashed on the interrogation platform. The golden divine radiance and the green sword light intertwined.
The golden divine splendor became more and more exuberant, like the scorching sun on the flat ground, dazzling and resplendent, making one unable to look straight at it.
After a moment, a clear sound rang out, and it seemed as if something had been broken.
Slap.
The sun was setting, and the storm had stopped.
That martial artist collapsed limply on the other side of the interrogation platform. His clothes were in tatters, and that long sword had been broken in half, stabbing diagonally into the scene.
His eyes were filled with despair, and his blue lips were trembling.
Ye Mingyang's tall and straight figure stood straight in the middle of the scene. His lips moved slightly, and with the attitude of a victor, he said calmly in the midst of countless frightened warriors.
"Next."
"Master Martial Marquis, you just said... How old is the third young master of your prefecture this year?"
"Ah... You said Mingyang, it's already fifteen when his birthday is just over. "
Zheng Youcai's expression was extremely interesting. He muttered to himself in a half-questioning, half-respectful tone. After Ye Shan experienced the initial shock, an extremely proud expression appeared on his face, and he replied with a smile on his face.
The joy in his tone was like an ordinary man in a market showing off his own child.
Although he was very worried, Ye Shan could not be unhappy and could not be proud.
Right now, the figure who was the center of attention was his son!
Ye Shan, who had been tossing and turning in bed for countless nights because of the lack of a successor in Ye family, really wanted to laugh out loud at this moment.
He didn't know what kind of fortuitous encounter Ye Mingyang had. Why had he suddenly turned from a crippled man to a genius who could cross three grades or even a great realm to defeat? But that wasn't important.
This son, who he had once entrusted with countless hopes and destroyed countless of his hopes, had finally become his pride at this moment!
"Fifteen years old... Hehe..."
Yue Donglai really had the idea of living like a dog for the rest of his life. He was thinking about what he had done when he was fifteen years old.
It seemed... he was still trying his best to memorize herbal medicine books in order to become an apprentice alchemist, right?
"Sir?"
Yue Donglai bowed slightly and looked at the cold woman in front of him with a questioning look. He could feel that this lord was smiling right now.
The lady knew what Yue Donglai wanted to say. It was nothing more than whether the competition could be stopped. Ye Mingyang had already proved his strength and potential. If this continued, there would be danger.
"Let's continue watching."
The girl's voice was still calm. Although she had already tacitly accepted Ye Mingyang as her disciple, she was still curious.
She was thinking, what was the limit of this young man in front of her?
"Tsk tsk... Amazing, amazing..."
As if they were already used to the shock brought by Ye Mingyang again and again, the crowd at the foot of the mountain kept praising him.
"Ye family is really going to rise this time."
"Haha, I just want to see the expressions of those big families. Are their faces all green?"
"Breaking through to the next realm and defeating the enemy? The third young master of the Ye family is really amazing!"
There was an old man in the crowd whose hair had turned half white. He was clicking his tongue in wonder, but he changed the topic and said.
"Now, with the talent of the third young master, it is certain that he will be accepted into the Heaven Seeking Sect. However, he is afraid that those big families... They won't let this matter go easily! "
At the foot of the Greencloud Mountain, after a few moments of silence, finally, like a boiling pot of oil, it was splashed by Ye Mingyang's drop of water. It gradually became heated. Especially when they saw Ye Mingyang defeat another Star Fusion Stage warrior with a whip in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the atmosphere reached its climax.
However, in the next moment, Ye Mingyang, who had once again defeated his enemy and was still standing straight, finally could not help but half-kneel on the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of golden blood under the sunlight.
He had already reached his limit.