Chapter Twenty-Five: Crazy, One Hand

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  "Boom!" The figure drew an arc in mid-air, its powerful legs stomping heavily on the hard stone platform, causing the earth to shake and creating a large pit. Fine cracks like spider webs spread out in all directions, smoke and dust filled the air, blocking everyone's line of sight.

  In an instant, the originally noisy martial arts arena suddenly became completely quiet, and everyone's eyes were all cast towards the position where the mysterious person was.

  "Who is it?" Looking at the dark shadow shrouded in a haze of smoke on the opposite side, the burly young man named Xue Yulong, who was holding a long knife for cutting horses, shouted cautiously.

  Under the gaze of almost everyone, under the cover of the faintly visible smoke and dust in the sky, the figure's toes just lightly touched, a tall teenager wearing a light purple long gown slowly fell to a position three feet away from Xue Yuelong's body.

  "My name is Wen Ya!"

  The young man took a step forward, his angular face, eyes deep like a pool of water, flashing with an unusual glow, although not handsome, the whole person had a unique temperament!

  A sudden, faint voice exploded throughout the entire arena like a spring thunderclap. The martial arts arena, which had just been filled with whispers, fell silent once again. Everyone's gaze converged on the stone platform, staring in astonishment at the purple-robed youth with an eerie aura.

  The entire martial arts arena was silent at this moment.

  "Wen Ya big brother, I knew you'd come!" Under the stage, Lie Hai's eyes gleamed with intensity, his fists clenched tightly as he gazed up at the tall and majestic figure on the stage!

  "Haha, it's really Wen Ya that guy, he actually rushed over." The dark-skinned boy opened his mouth wide.

  Some turbid eyes stayed on Wen Ya for a long time, and after a while, Mo Yunzi's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. He shook his head, smiled faintly, and sighed: "The foundation is solid, this little guy... is indeed worthy of that person's attention!"

  "Are you Wen Ya?" On the stage where everyone's attention was focused, Xue Yulong's face was icy cold, and the blade of his horse-cutting knife heavily struck the hard stone floor.

  Wen Ya smiled calmly, "Yes."

  The gaze directly confronted the purple-robed youth with an evil aura, Xue Yulong's voice became even colder. "I hate people like you who pretend to be mighty the most. You little brat from Biyue Peak, you'd better roll down quickly and obediently, otherwise, one slash of my knife will make me lose control too!"

  "Ah!" Wen Ya's expression remained unchanged, but a hint of eerie purple light flashed silently in the depths of his pupils, "You're so confident in your own strength!"

  "Haha" Xue Yulong sneered, his saber flashing in the moonlight as he said, "For a newly admitted outer sect disciple like you, this sentence is already considered lenient."

  "Is it?" Wen Ya suddenly raised his right hand in front of him, and his palm, slender but not weak, with fine bones, was as white as jade, surrounded by a faint purple aura. Under the sunlight, it looked even more eerie.

  "Huh? What?"

  "I can beat you with just one hand!" Only a dozen or so words, but they burst forth clearly from Wen Ya's mouth, leaving not only Xue Yulong opposite him momentarily stunned, but also causing everyone present to be shocked and amazed.

  The martial arts arena was once again plunged into a dead silence, with everyone staring at the purple-robed youth standing on the stage, their hearts still wondering if they had misheard.

  This temperament is too strong, this purple-robed youth is a bit too overbearing! It seems that the person standing in front of him isn't even a Qi Refining stage cultivator, but just an unknown minor character.

  Under a calm exterior, I am more crazy, more arrogant and more overbearing than anyone else!

  The name Wen Ya was deeply etched in the hearts of those who did not understand her at this moment.

  "Hmph! You little brat, let me see if your strength matches your arrogant words! Kill!"

  Xue Yulong let out a cold hum, his face filled with anger and indignation, and without another word, he flew towards Wen Ya like a swift bolt of lightning.

  A gentle breeze blew by, and Xue Yulong's body suddenly leaped into the air, then flew downwards with his horse-slashing knife bursting out yellow true yuan energy, fiercely slashing down at Wen Ya below.

  Wen Ya stood still and unwavering, like a boulder, as if he hadn't felt the slash of the heavenly sword cutting down from the sky.

  Cut!!!

  A burst of sparks, a loud screeching sound, and then a series of sharp "cracks" were heard. The hard stone surface immediately showed a huge gash two or three zhang long, with fine cracks spreading out along the edges like a spider's web, and debris flying everywhere!

  One sword, its power, almost enough to split the entire arena in two.

  However, at this moment, a sword chopped down on the stage, and Xue Yulong's heart sank!

  His knife fell empty-handed.

  At this moment, countless onlookers around them let out a burst of astonished cries. Silently and unnoticed, Wen Ya's body suddenly appeared behind Xue Yu Long, with only a faint flash of purple light, almost no one could see his movements.

  However, Xue Yulong was also a elite disciple of the outer sect who had been practicing hard for over a decade. Whether it was his temperament or combat experience, he was not an ordinary person. Although he was in a dangerous situation, he didn't show any signs of panic.

  Xue Yulong let out a loud roar, and with a swift turn of his blade, he counterattacked with a horizontal slash towards Wen Ya behind him.

  With a hint of cold smile at the corner of his mouth, Wen Ya finally made his move for the first time.

  Just as the icy blade was about to touch her pale neck, Wen Ya's right hand moved slightly, leaving a residual shadow in space. The next second, her purple-tipped index finger had already tapped on the side of the deadly incoming knife.

  Speed is fast, swift as lightning!

  A crisp "ding" sound, amidst the clear and metallic clanging noise, sparks flew everywhere!

  In an instant, Xue Yulong only felt a terrifying force suddenly rushing from the blade of his horse-killing knife, and his tiger's mouth was in severe pain. His whole body involuntarily retreated backward.

  On the stage, Xue Yulong's face changed greatly, his heart chilled, and a thread of resentment flashed in his eyes: He, could it be that one hand was enough to defeat me!

  As Wen Ya's approaching figure loomed, Xue Yulong was shocked to the core, using all his strength to wield the horse-slaying knife, which emitted an unparalleled glow, drawing strange lines of light in mid-air to block his front.

  Tearing through the air, a mournful and shrill sound of tearing silk was heard, as sharp blades of unmatched ferocity whipped up fierce winds and torrential rains that shot out in all directions at incredible speed.

  The entire world was silent, as if everyone held their breath, leaving only Xue Yulong's furious and terrified roar and the whistling of knives filling the sky.

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