Chapter 34 – The Four Directions Forest Stirs, Revealing True Forms (Four)

Ye Kuang drew his fists back like a fully drawn bow, then unleashed a torrential downpour of strikes!

Once his power was unleashed, it was like a bursting dam—unstoppable and overwhelming.

Even though the crowd had witnessed this frenzied combination multiple times before, they couldn’t help but gasp in astonishment.

It was only at this moment that Wan Jinyou truly understood the helplessness Xiao Jiang had felt.

This wasn’t a matter of Xiao Jiang being incapable of counterattacking earlier—he simply never had the opportunity.

Choosing to counterattack would inevitably place oneself in a perilous storm of blows.

At this realization, even Wan Jinyou couldn’t avoid feeling the pain, for he was no iron man immune to suffering.

Witnessing this, the spectators collectively held their breath.

If Xiao Jiang’s defeat was due to inferior skill, and now Wan Jinyou faced the same outcome, what did that signify?

As this familiar scene unfolded, one could only imagine the vivid shifts in expression among the audience below the arena.

The Di Sha Master, in particular, was nearly beside himself with rage, his eyes occasionally flashing with cold light.

Of course, Ye Kuang had long grown accustomed to such reactions from the crowd.

At this moment, his focus was entirely on his fists’ assault, gradually immersing himself in a realm of martial revelation.

“Inwardly cultivate a breath, outwardly temper bones and sinews; endure hardship to forge unwavering resolve, only then can essence be refined and the Yellow Court emerge!”

He had always struggled to comprehend this essential principle from the true scripture. Yet now, as he continuously swung his fists, his body and mind began to perceive an indescribable mystery.

One could say Ye Kuang was comprehending profundities even as he fought.

With each movement of his palms and each held breath, he unexpectedly executed insights that had eluded him all along.

Ye Kuang began pouring out his attacks relentlessly, his blood boiling like tidal waves as his century-old cultivation gradually stirred within him.

And at that very moment, he let out a furious roar, accompanied by thunderous steps.

His sweeping leg strike, sharp as a battle-axe, carved a terrifying arc that squarely struck Wan Jinyou’s hastily raised left arm.

BOOM!!!

The impact was devastating, carrying an eerie sound as if bearing the force of a thousand jun.

Wan Jinyou couldn’t withstand it, stumbling backward repeatedly.

It soon became apparent that his left arm had gone numb. In every subsequent exchange, he instinctively shielded it behind him, losing the composure he had initially displayed.

At that instant, everyone couldn’t help but realize the severity.

THUD!!!

But another dull thunderclap followed, leaving all horrified and pale.

With a furious roar, Ye Kuang channeled his century-old cultivation throughout his limbs, making his entire being increasingly ferocious.

Hiss, hiss, hiss…

Fine wisps of white steam rose from his Three-Foot Spiritual Platform, barely noticeable unless observed closely.

Yet as his opponent, Wan Jinyou saw it with absolute clarity!

“How can this be?”

At this moment, Wan Jinyou even entertained an improbable thought—had this youth only revealed the tip of the iceberg until now?

His mind thrown into disarray, Wan Jinyou abandoned pure defense.

His legs suddenly shifted unpredictably, generating deafening cracks of wind and thunder!

Even the Arena trembled violently, echoing with heart-stopping reverberations with Wan Jinyou’s every move.

Ye Kuang raised his gaze, standing firm in place while his palms danced in intricate patterns.

Wherever his eyes swept, his palm edges arrived instantaneously, multiple afterimages overlapping to meet the sky full of leg shadows.Thump, thump, thump…

Countless palms and legs clashed, producing a continuous series of dull impacts!

Wan Jinyou couldn’t help but curse inwardly, “What kind of palm technique is this? Damn it!”

Ye Kuang, however, remained unfazed. The more he immersed himself in the martial display, the more he realized that the palm technique grew increasingly fluid and natural with use.

As for the profound mysteries of the true scripture, he found them more and more exquisite.

At this moment, even the audience below widened their eyes, inevitably harboring a terrifying thought:

It seemed Ye Kuang was getting serious!

How was that possible?

But who would have thought that Ye Kuang would suddenly charge forward, his palms pressed tightly against his chest, like a leopard springing into action, baring his fangs at last.

Seeing this, Wan Jinyou’s eyes blazed with fury, his mind already forgetting the concept of defense.

All Wan Jinyou wanted now was to face Ye Kuang head-on—a true, no-holds-barred fight!

Thump, thump, thump!

As Ye Kuang’s palm strikes shifted and realigned, the accompanying gusts of wind grew overwhelmingly fierce.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of palm and leg blows, turning the duel into the fierce dragon-and-tiger struggle everyone had anticipated.

Roar, roar, roar!

Wind Thunder Dance!

Lightning Shuttle!

Wind and thunder surged!

Lightning followed!

Wan Jinyou unleashed a quadruple chain of kicks, each leg shadow descending like a mountain-splitting battle axe, layered with brutal force.

Roar, roar, roar!

Ye Kuang responded to the sound, transforming into a fierce tiger unleashed from its cage. His palms struck mid-air, choosing to meet force with force.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

But when his Palm Wind met the leg shadows, it sent tremors through Wan Jinyou’s entire body.

At the same time, Ye Kuang’s wild hair flew about as if he were a battle blade unsheathed.

From that moment on, he made his stance clear: regardless of who stood before him, they were merely stepping stones on his path to the championship throne!

In contrast, Wan Jinyou suffered repeated setbacks. Though unwilling to believe it, he had no choice but to go utterly mad in the face of harsh reality.

Wind Thunder Wolf Howl!

His roar echoed like a wolf’s cry, his hair disheveled, yet his feet never ceased their relentless assault.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang remained calm and composed, his feet moving with the Dragon Shadow Footwork.

As they crossed paths, it was either palm meeting leg or leg shadow clashing with leg shadow!

The resulting howls of wind and thunder kept the entire arena ablaze with intensity, without a moment’s pause.

It had to be said, after consecutive collisions, even Wan Jinyou couldn’t help but feel the pain setting in, driving him further into madness.

Even after taking several heavy blows, he refused to dishonor the pride of being the current inheritor of the Di Sha Lu Leg Technique.

By now, Wan Jinyou might have forgotten himself, forgotten his opponent, sustained only by an unyielding will to persevere in this true martial contest.

As for Ye Kuang, seeing his opponent so close, his two leg techniques erupted almost simultaneously, flashing with golden dragon shadows.

Roar, roar, roar!

It could be said that his leg skill at this point could no longer be called the Tan Leg; it was more like a dragon’s shadow dancing.

It could also be said that both sides were colliding with their strongest techniques—your leg strike, my leg strike.

They were fighting to see who would break first!

Battling to determine who would remain standing in the end!

Thump, thump, thump…

In an instant, the entire arena became a battlefield for their leg technique contest.

Even the referee had to retreat to a corner to avoid their brilliance.

As this scene struck hard, the audience below fell into a hushed silence, countless gazes inevitably focusing on one spot:

The arena where Ye Kuang and Wan Jinyou stood.

Boom, boom, boom!Bang bang bang!

Ye Kuang: “Ahhh…”

Wan Jinyou: “Owwww…”