Young Martial God

It was not an easy task to pass the test.    

Nangong Xuan said calmly, "It is not easy to reach the One Thought Stage in three months, but that person always makes people look at him in a different light."    

"I look at him in a different light..." Yin Lee's eyes sparkled. He recalled what happened in Blood Sun Wonderland. Who would have thought that the Wu family's destruction was caused by Ye Zhi?    

Perhaps this man could really make people look at him in a different light.    

Yin Lee couldn't help but smile bitterly.    

Only after entering the sect did he realize that everything in the ancient dynasty was not worth mentioning compared to this place.    

In this place, even though he was the number one elite of the Yin family, he could easily defeat a few thousand inner disciples, let alone Successor Disciples.    

"Ye Zhi is here?" A voice was heard, causing everyone to turn their heads to look.    

Baili Tong, dressed in white, walked over leisurely.    

Although Baili Tong was an inner chambers disciple, due to Ling Mooh, she did not need to wear black clothes. Moreover, she did not like wearing black clothes.    

Wearing it was very ugly.    

"Miss Tong, is Ye Zhi not here yet?" They all understood that although Baili Tong was an inner chambers disciple, she was actually a Successor Disciple, and she said respectfully on the spot.    

"This person hasn't seen you for a few months. I wonder if he has broken through to the One Thought Stage realm?" A hint of worry appeared in Baili Tong's eyes as she gritted her teeth.    

Breakthrough to the One Thought Stage realm?    

A few of them looked at each other and smiled. It wouldn't be so simple.    

"Ye Zhi is here." Yin Lee said.    

Baili Tong's eyes lit up. She quickly looked over. Ye Zhi was dressed in white and looked valiant. He slowly walked out of the arena.    

Baili Tong quickly ran over.    

In the arena, everyone also noticed Ye Zhi and looked at him seriously.    

"He's only a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage warrior. It's impossible for him to pass through the Hundred Battle."    

"Only a One Thought Stage warrior has a chance of passing, but he actually dared to come here and find out who he is! Humph!"    

"This is not up to him. If he doesn't come, Elder Qin will show up and teach him a lesson."    

"He's only at the seventh level of the Metamorphosis Stage realm, the result is self-evident. I wonder what he relied on to become a Successor Disciple?"    

"Isn't this embarrassing for the Successor Disciple?"    

...    

"Ye Zhi, you haven't reached the One Thought Stage?" Baili Tong came to Ye Zhi and said with a frown.    

Ye Zhi smiled bitterly and said, "Tong, don't tell me you think it's easy to break through to the One Thought Stage realm."    

"But..." Baili Tong gritted her teeth and looked embarrassed.    

"There's no buts. How can I miss such a wonderful battle in Hundred Battle?" Ye Zhi narrowed his eyes and smiled indifferently.    

"Eh?" Baili Tong stared at Ye Zhi in surprise, and her face suddenly turned red. Ye Zhi seemed to have something special on him.    

"How can your skin... be so watery?" Baili Tong opened her eyes wide and looked at Ye Zhi's skin. She gritted her teeth and said.    

The exposed skin was spotlessly white and moist. It was suffused with a slight luster. It looked very watery and it made Baili Tong feel a touch of jealousy in her heart.    

"Wu." Ye Zhi's expression darkened as he looked at Baili Tong and said helplessly, "I don't know either. It suddenly became like this."    

"Better than me." Baili Tong was a little bitter.    

"Yes," she said. Ye Zhi was speechless.    

On the other side, some medicinal Successor Disciples gathered together. Xie Han looked at Ye Zhi with a sinister expression. Ye Zhi and Baili Tong's intimate conversation made him furious. His eyes revealed a hint of killing intent.    

"Mr. Han, I am also one of his challengers." A Successor Disciple walked over from the side. It glanced at Ye Zhi and said to Xie Han.    

Xie Han's eyes lit up, and then he gave a fierce smile. "Gu Chen, you must teach him a good lesson. Hundred Battle has nothing to do with life or death. You can be ruthless."    

"Understood, Mr. Han." Gu Chen smiled and looked at Ye Zhi with a gloomy expression.    

"Everyone, be quiet."    

He shouted like a clap of thunder. It rang in everyone's ears.    

The arena became silent. Everyone looked away from Ye Zhi and looked towards the source of the sound.    

The Law Enforcement Elder on the stage, Qin Yue, had appeared out of nowhere.    

"Hundred Battle, begin immediately. It has nothing to do with life or death." Qin Yue swept his gaze across everyone and said in a low voice, "Ye Zhi, come out."    

"Ye Zhi, be careful. If you can't do it, just surrender." Baili Tong stared at Ye Zhi worriedly.    

"I know." Ye Zhi nodded slightly and quickly stepped forward.    

Standing in front of the crowd, he noticed that there were some people standing in front of him. They were his opponents.    

Behind Qin Yue, Ling Mooh and the other elders of the sect were also sitting in the back.    

They actually alerted this Sect.    

Ye Zhi secretly guessed.    

"The rules of Hundred Battle are very simple. Regardless of life or death, only if either side surrendered, the battle will end. Otherwise, it will continue." Qin Yue looked at Ye Zhi coldly. "Hundred Battle, with 100 victories, you can keep your identity as a Successor Disciple. As long as you lose, you will be demoted to an inner disciple. Do you understand?"    

Ye Zhi nodded.    

This rule was not fair.    

In the Hundred Battle, one had to win every battle in order to stay at the direct line mountain. As long as they lost, all their efforts would be in vain.    

The pressure was quite great.    

However, there was no fairness in the path of martial arts to begin with for martial artists. Some people were extraordinarily talented. Progress was swift, some people had superior backgrounds, and resources were good. Some of them were the exact opposite. Talent is slow. Not to mention, their background was not as good as others. This was a common occurrence.    

There was injustice. If he could not bear it, how could he stand at the peak of martial arts?    

"Let's begin." Qin Yue threw the next sentence and went back to watch the battle with the other elders.    

A Clear Mind Stage deacon stood out. He glanced at Ye Zhi and said in a low voice, "Let the battle begin."    

"Hundred Battle, the top 98 are inner disciples. Tsk, if the direct disciples of the Ye Family can't even pass the inner disciple trial, then they are really too weak."    

"Haha, don't look down on inner court disciples. There are some outstanding ones amongst them. For example, Wu Hao, Yan Cheng, and the others all possess low One Thought Stage strength, and they're also on the list."    

Most of the medicinal Successor Disciples had arrived at the scene. However, there were some who hadn't arrived. For example, Flower Exploring Xie Jiang and the top scholar, Fang Ye.    

The top figure in the Successor Disciple, Fang Ye. In our sect, it was a legend that was beyond reach. In fact, many people had never met him before. However, his cultivation base was extremely terrifying. It was said that he had already broken through to the High Rank of One Thought Stage realm.    

Yan Long, who was ranked in the Successor Disciple, was talking to Gui Chong. Both of their gazes were focused on Ye Zhi.    

Staring at Ye Zhi, Gui Chong's brows furrowed slightly.    

Compared to the Ye Zhi he saw in Desolate Cave, the aura emitted from Ye Zhi's body had changed a lot. It seemed like he had an extra temperament. His eyes were filled with an unprecedented arrogance.    

This kind of frightening aura even made people ignore his strength for the time being.    

"Yan Long, do you think he can do it?" Gui Chong suddenly asked.    

"Him?" Yan Long narrowed his eyes. A trace of confusion flashed across his eyes. "Maybe."    

"This person's strength doesn't seem to be any different from before, but I feel that there are some problems that I can't understand."    

"You also have this feeling?" Gui Chong was secretly surprised. It seemed that this was not his illusion.    

If Ye Zhi's strength was the same as theirs, it would be fine. However, their strength was higher than Middle Rank of One Thought Stage, and Ye Zhi was only a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage. This was really shocking.    

"Sixth Elder has reached five people. It seems like this man has quite the rallying power." Yan Long's gaze swept across the stage as he spoke in a soft voice.    

Gui Chong's gaze swept over. A glint appeared in his eyes as he remained silent.    

"Inner disciple Ling Nan, I hope that Senior Brother Ye won't be stingy in teaching you."    

The first to arrive was a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage inner disciple, and Ling Nan's expression was solemn, yet a wisp of ridicule suffused the depths of her eyes.    

Inner court disciples challenged medicinal Successor Disciples, and their strengths were almost the same. Even if he lost, he wouldn't lose face either. On the contrary, it was Ye Zhi. Even if he won, if it was not easy to win, it would also be embarrassing.    

"Please."    

Ye Zhi stood where he was and stared at Ling Nan coldly.    

Yi Baisheng Xue was valiant and valiant. She was only fifteen years old, but she walked over under heavy training. No one could guess.    

Ye Zhi restrained his aura. Even martial artists who were taller than him could not tell how strong he was. His entire body exuded a kind of aura. His eyes were bright and fierce, without any fear.    

This was a change caused by the practice of the Tyrant's Art.    

Nan's body shook slightly as she stared at Ye Zhi. Under her deep gaze, there was a trace of respect. She could not help but shiver.    

It was as if there was an invisible suppression that caused her breathing to stop.    

"F * ck, he's only a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage, what's there to be afraid of?" Ling Nan gritted her teeth, her face darkened. Her body swayed, dragging an afterimage as she rushed towards Ye Zhi like a bolt of lightning.    

"Meteor Fist."    

Ling Nan shouted. The power of his fist exploded like thunder. The power of his fist shattered the air and attacked Ye Zhi like a meteor falling from the sky.    

"Meteor Fist, a high level martial art. Ling Nan's cultivation isn't low either. I wonder how many moves can he fight against the direct descendant of Ye?"    

"Although I can't stand that guy, he's a man of the direct descendant peak. He must have some special ability. If I want to defeat him, I'll have to be a low One Thought Stage warrior, right? There's still a gap between Ling Nan and him."    

"Although I can defeat Ling Nan, I think I'll need at least a few dozen moves to defeat him."    

It can't be. It's really like this. This is a battle of attrition."    

"Yo, why is the direct descendant of Ye not moving at all? Are you scared stiff?"    

"You can also imagine that. I reckon that the direct descendant of the Ye Clan is still full of confidence. The confidence that comes from a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage warrior makes me look forward to it!"    

Everyone was whispering amongst themselves, and their words were filled with disdain and ridicule.    

A bang was heard.    

"Wow!"    

A muffled sound was accompanied by a miserable cry as a figure was sent flying.    

"F * ck, what's going on?"    

In the arena, most of the people's eyes were still wide open as they watched the figure fly out.    

"What happened?"    2

"It was just one move, but there was no spiritual energy. It was a simple punch, and it defeated Nan."    

"Okay." Baili Tong saw this scene and waved her fist in excitement.    

He really would not be easily defeated.    

"He sent a Peak of Metamorphosis Stage flying with a single punch. My god!" Nangong Qi swallowed his saliva and looked at Nangong Xuan in disbelief. "Xuan, can you do it?"    

Nangong Xuan was also shocked. After a long time, he smiled bitterly. "No."    

He sighed in his heart.    

Back in the ancient city, he could still fight against him. They were equally matched, but now there was a big gap between them.    

It made him feel a sense of powerlessness.    

He looked at the unmoving figure standing in place. Nangong Xuan knew that he was much weaker than Ye Zhi, and the gap between them was still widening.