Chapter Thirty: Light as a Feather

  "Let them go up together!" Wen Ya's tone was as light as a feather, but it was like a thunderclap in the spring, setting off a huge wave of excitement throughout the entire arena.

  Everyone looked at the young man in purple clothes with a strange gaze.

  This tone, this attitude, is simply too arrogant, too domineering... too cool.

  The original insiders who came to watch the ceremony on stage were all highly accomplished, and naturally they could easily see Wen Ya's current cultivation level. He was in the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment period, but he had to fight against ten Foundation Establishment experts at the same time, which was obviously very strenuous. Moreover, among these ten people, there was also one who was a Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment expert like him.

  Inside the martial arts arena, many people naturally had this idea, and one by one, they looked at Wen Ya with increasingly strange and... admiring gazes.

  After all, without saying anything else, just this fearless mindset is already beyond what ordinary people can achieve.

  Chui Hai's face was filled with anxiety as he gazed at Wen Ya, who remained calm and composed on the stage. All he could do was stomp his feet in frustration. As for Mo Yunzi, all he had was a bitter smile on his face.

  "Are you sure, really want to fight against the joint attack of everyone else with just one person's strength?!" The middle-aged referee standing on the platform stared at Wen Ya and said word by word: "If you regret it now, it's still possible."

  The smile on Wen Ya's face grew even brighter, and her jade-like complexion did not have the slightest hint of vulgarity. As she fluttered in her light purple long gown, her entire demeanor became increasingly eerie. The ten people who had joined forces to surround her couldn't help but feel a sense of inexplicable chill in their hearts.

  The middle-aged judge's eyes flickered with a hint of strangeness as he looked at Wen Ya, "Alright, since you insist on persisting, I won't say more." He gave the stage a light glance before raising his head and loudly declaring, "The assessment begins."

  He nodded slightly, and Wen Ya once again turned his gaze back to the arena. Suddenly, his sleeve lightly swept backwards, and between his fingers, a faint purple mist continuously wove in and out, appearing extremely eerie. "If one of you can walk down from the arena unscathed today, then I, Wen Ya, will never set foot in the inner sect again for the rest of my life."

  Wen Ya's words once again caused a commotion in the martial arts arena, and the few people who were slowly surrounding the stage changed their expressions. Each of them could feel the unparalleled confidence and long-suppressed anger emanating from the purple-robed youth standing before them.

  "Hmph, you're still talking big even when death is looming over your head. Although your strength has reached the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment, that's only on par with mine. At this level, you think you can take on ten people alone? That's simply delusional, and you'll definitely lose." Seeing Wen Ya's single sentence suppress their momentum, the blue-robed man who was the only one at the Great Circle of Foundation Establishment to join the siege, turned pale and sneered.

  The blue-robed man's words had barely fallen when, amidst the flashing purple light, an astonishing aura burst forth violently from Wenyue's body. With his body as the center, the space within a radius of ten meters seemed to transform into a gigantic bottomless pit, continuously emitting wave after wave of eerie and strange air swirls.

  "Ah...", feeling the intense aura within Wen Ya that was like a volcanic eruption, the blue-clothed man's pupils suddenly constricted, and the other ten outer sect disciples beside him also changed color.

  "It's all over!"

  The blue-clothed man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he gritted his teeth as he let out a cold hum. "Everyone, make your move!" At the same time, he let out an angry roar, and the 'Garo Shielding Aura' that he had bitterly cultivated for many years was fully activated. A brilliant golden aura burst forth from his body, and the blue-clothed man's skin immediately transformed into a faint metallic luster.

  His entire being exuded an aura of majesty, the blue-robed man's momentum reached its peak. With a loud shout, he took a step forward instead of retreating and threw a punch into the air, striking out at his opponent with great force.

  A golden fist seal fell like a meteor from the ninth heaven, emitting a sharp sonic boom, and shot straight at Wen Ya's body in a flash of lightning.

  The air around him suddenly became scorching hot, and the intense killing intent contained in his powerful fist instantly filled the entire area.

  "Tian Gua Seven Killing Fists! Hmph, you're looking for death!"

  Feeling the sudden and fierce punch, Wen Ya's body was like a boulder, not dodging or evading in the slightest. The gale swept over, her long hair on her back and shoulders fluttering wildly, her ten fingers quickly forming several mysterious "seals" at her chest.

  Between the flashes of lightning, Wen Ya counterattacked with a backhand slap, unleashing a massive gust of air that seemed to twist the universe, its power fierce and overbearing, precisely the 'Real Dwelling Great Hand Seal'.

  "Rumble!"

  The blue-clothed man's Tian Jue Qi was shattered by a single blow, completely annihilated and disappeared into the air.

  With a cold glance, Wen Ya's figure flashed by and arrived in front of the man in blue. A palm strike was about to slap his body.

  At this critical moment, Wen Ya was the first to become alert.

  A sharp and fine sword aura was constantly expanding in front of his eyes.

  The indomitable sword tip, constantly flashing, pierced through the long sword and invaded, making his breathing stop, as if wanting to stab his chest.

  With a cold laugh, Wen Ya's right hand drew out a mysterious trajectory in mid-air, changing from palm to finger.

  In an instant, the sharp and gleaming hundred-refined iron sword suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the sneak attacker felt that he could no longer stab downwards, because two slender white fingers had already clamped down on it.

  Such a terrifying speed and accuracy is indeed frightening to hear.

  However, the assassin had no time to think about these things, his face changed greatly, and he was about to abandon the long sword in his hand and turn around to retreat.

  But it was already too late, "Get out!" a cold hum like spring thunder exploded in his ears.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang bang bang!

  A faint purple aura swirled around him, the hundred-refined iron longsword in his hand shattered into pieces, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the ground twenty-odd meters away from the arena.

  Looking at the ever-changing situation in the arena, and feeling the evil and unpredictable aura of Wen Yabo, the martial arts arena was silent, with countless people stunned and bewildered.

  At this moment, a burst of energy surged, and from all sides came the whistling blades and fists, five people, one palm three punches and one knife, virtual and real, like rolling waves attacking Wen Ya's body.

  The smile on Wen Ya's face grew even more radiant, like an old well that was deeply hidden, where the outside might be stormy and turbulent, but inside it was a pool of stillness, not a single ripple disturbed.

  A purple misty light flickered and rippled like flowing water, a ancient and simple lantern tower was inverted on the outside of his body.

  The surface of Zhong Ti's body was faintly golden, and many strange patterns were vaguely visible, wrapping Wen Ya's entire body tightly inside.

  Happy Lantern Festival to everyone!!