Chapter 33 – The Four Directions Forest Stirs, Revealing True Forms (Three)

To accept the challenge or not?

This was the question on everyone’s mind.

Yet Wan Jinyou’s decision had subtly become the focal point of the entire arena.

Meanwhile, Xiao Jiang, who had been carried off the scene by medical staff, no longer received much attention from the crowd.

This infuriated the Di Sha Master to the point of smashing his teacup in rage, clearly unable to swallow his anger as he roared, “Do you truly think the Di Sha Martial Arts School has no one left? Get up there!!!”

Hearing this, though Wan Jinyou’s expression remained calm, he found himself caught in a dilemma by the current situation.

Avoiding the fight would mean he was afraid!

That would be worse than being beaten to death outright!

But if he fought, Wan Jinyou would have to reveal his true skills prematurely. Once it came to that, what means would he have left to compete for the championship title?

At this moment, Wan Jinyou’s gaze swept across the surroundings, seeing everyone watching and waiting, causing his eyes to turn completely cold.

“You know? The consequences of being too arrogant can be utterly miserable…” Wan Jinyou said with a chilling tone.

Ye Kuang responded with clear indifference, choosing to confront him head-on: “Miserable or not, I don’t know, but one thing I’m sure of is that you can only watch my back. There’s no use in more words—come and fight!!!”

Whoo whoo whoo!

His words ignited the entire arena, as if everyone could already foresee another fierce battle about to unfold.

Seeing the situation had developed to this point, Wan Jinyou knew retreat was no longer an option. He immediately stood up and strode forward.

It must be said that every step Wan Jinyou took was precise and measured, neither too much nor too little, exuding an intimidating pressure even before the fight began.

In contrast, Ye Kuang’s cold eyes remained unblinking, his entire spirit and energy having clearly reached their peak!

It must be mentioned here that his previous strategy of using combat to nurture his body was precisely to adjust his condition to its best, preparing for every battle to come.

At this moment, he was like an unsheathed blade, waiting for the moment to reveal its sharp edge.

Wan Jinyou: “The usual rules!”

Ye Kuang: “Absolutely!”

Seeing both combatants ready, the referee reminded them once more: “Exercise restraint—begin!”Hearing this, Ye Kuang unusually did not launch a sudden attack but instead looked across with intense gravity in his eyes.”

The reason was simple: his opponent showed no openings. That seamless aura made anyone aware of a dangerous presence.

Witnessing this, the crowd held their breath, sharing the same thought—exchanges between masters often last only an instant.

But somewhat surprisingly, neither Ye Kuang nor Wan Jinyou showed any intention of immediately striking, instead focusing intently on each other.

Ten minutes!

The arena fell into complete silence for ten minutes!

The audience below grew increasingly impatient, eventually breaking into a commotion.

“What’s going on? Why aren’t they fighting?”

“How long do we have to wait? Make a move!”

“Fight! Fight!! Fight!!!”

…

The venue gradually erupted into uproar, yet a subtle change finally occurred on stage.

Ye Kuang and Wan Jinyou simultaneously stepped forward until they stood merely three meters apart.

Faced with this scene, no matter how agitated the crowd had been, they had to quiet down, as if the earlier clamor had been nothing but a joke.

Then followed another three minutes of long waiting!Just as everyone thought the stalemate on the stage would continue, neither expected both sides to strike simultaneously.

Ye Kuang extended a single claw, his entire body resembling a tiger unleashed from its cage, ready to tear his opponent apart.

The sharpness of that claw was like an iron hook, seemingly capable of shattering anything in its path.

Boom!

Wan Jinyou responded with a Springing Leg, explosive as a thunderclap.

In that instant, Wan Jinyou actually blocked the claw attack with his fierce leg strength.

Then, gusts of wind and thunder gradually arose, with repeated collisions filling the field of vision—every move was a genuine, hard-fought exchange.

Ye Kuang reversed his hand into a downward pull, his sharp palm edge transforming into an iron hook strike.

But before he could counterattack, his opponent’s spinning “urging the horse” move caught him off guard.

Wan Jinyou suddenly moved, his flexibility like a coiled spring, then pivoted into a horizontal waist chop.

Such real-time combat experience was truly unprecedented for all witnesses.

Even someone as formidable as Ye Kuang couldn’t help but change expression.

His wild hair danced madly as he strode forward and launched a flying kick, adopting an extremely rigid posture.

A sweeping leg!

A flying kick!

This deadly moment left everyone breathless.

They well knew that if either chose to withdraw their move, they would inevitably fall into a passive position.

Yet when two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured.

Thus, all widened their eyes, eager to see who would yield first.

“Do you really think I fear you?!”

Wan Jinyou fully understood the consequences. As his words faded, his leg technique showed no intention of retreating, carrying instead the force of a thousand jun.

Ye Kuang was no different—his approach was straightforward and clear, driving his flying kick to become increasingly swift and fierce.

The unfolding scene stirred towering waves, gasps of astonishment erupting throughout the venue.

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Two tremendous impacts arrived as abruptly as thunder from clear skies, simultaneously echoing through the hall.

Ye Kuang and Wan Jinyou were seen clutching each other’s thighs, locked together as one.

Roar roar roar!

When the crowd regained their senses, the two were already tangled in another grapple.

Ye Kuang suddenly unleashed his Divine Martial power. Breaking free from his opponent’s restraint, he charged forward again, his fists and palms roaring with wind and thunder, making every attack terrifying to behold.

This momentum was extraordinary.

Not merely due to its ferocity, but because of another, deeper layer of oppressive intent.

With every collision, he never retreated an inch, advancing with indomitable spirit. Even after taking several punches, he upheld the Dark Horse’s majestic demeanor.

Only then did Wan Jinyou realize this horrifying truth.

If Ye Kuang was previously a lurking beast, he had now become a full-fledged tiger.

Not only did his fighting style continuously shift, but despite Wan Jinyou’s vast experience, he had never encountered anyone like Ye Kuang!

At this realization, Wan Jinyou’s gaze turned completely icy.

He was then seen slowly shifting his right foot forward, his left foot bending at the knee, and as he clasped his fists, he assumed a combat stance.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang’s forward charge never faltered. He advanced with bounding steps, executing a Springing Leg.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Wind and thunder erupted at his feet, the rushing momentum giving the illusion of a pouncing tiger.

As the leg blade descended, Wan Jinyou chose to retreat a step in evasion.

His speed was like lightning—swift as a spark.Immediately after, Wan Jinyou sprang forward once more, the overlapping Wind Thunder Dance and Lightning Shuttle techniques manifesting as a tempest of leg shadows.

The Di Sha Lu Leg Technique was strikingly similar to Xiao Jiang’s style.

The only difference lay in its fiercer speed, accompanied by sharp, piercing sounds that tore through the air.

The moment Ye Kuang’s fists and palms clashed with the onslaught, it felt as if he had been electrocuted—his entire arm went numb, and even his movements slowed slightly.

Seizing this opening, Wan Jinyou intensified his leg strikes, each kick following the last in a relentless, forceful barrage.

Moreover, having defeated all previous opponents under his feet, Wan Jinyou brimmed with unshakable confidence in his leg techniques.

Thud, thud, thud…

Ye Kuang repeatedly raised his palms to block, never once considering retreat. With every collision, he met the assault with unyielding resolve!

Roar, roar, roar!

For a time, the two exchanged blow for blow, their external martial techniques revealing the depth of their inner cultivation.

On the stage, the battle raged intensely, while offstage, the crowd roared with excitement.

What appeared to be a competitive match was, in essence, a silent contest of martial prowess.

Each time Ye Kuang dodged, the audience erupted in jeers and whistles. Yet the moment he counterattacked, the stands burst into wild, deafening cheers.

It could be said that whether he feigned weakness or displayed strength, Ye Kuang consistently ignited uncontrollable screams throughout the arena.

In other words, his offensive rhythm dictated the very atmosphere of the scene.

Witnessing this, even the most arrogant competitors couldn’t help but feel a mix of envy and resentment.

As Ye Kuang unleashed his machine-gun-like fist barrage once more, the spectators clenched their fists, each secretly wishing they were the ones on stage—driving the duel into a frenzy of excitement!

But then, to everyone’s surprise, Ye Kuang suddenly declared arrogantly, “If this is all you’re capable of, then you’re truly disappointing!”