Chapter 75 – Half a Month Forging a Strong Soul (Seven)

If one were to ask exactly how powerful Ye Kuang had become?

Perhaps even he himself didn’t know!

Here we must mention that Xiao Feng, having mastered only fifteen palms, was able to rank among the top martial artists in the Central Plains, dominating the martial world.

Yet Ye Kuang had only comprehended the Seventh Palm – Sudden Arrival!

But his power couldn’t be measured by conventional standards. Just as when he first became an Elementary-level fighter, his raw strength alone already placed him in the Advanced-level category…

Therefore, during his battles with opponents, as long as he kept increasing his power, he appeared completely at ease.

It was only at this moment that the Chief was the first to notice, unable to hide his inner shock: “Just as they said, this young man has been hiding his true capabilities… This is bad, Sun Ying is no match for him…”

Before this thought could fully form, a sudden change occurred between the two combatants.

Ye Kuang’s speed had noticeably increased. Whenever they closed in on each other, he clearly showed no desire to continue engaging with Sun Ying.

Though Sun Ying’s fists repeatedly grazed past Ye Kuang’s face, he always managed to evade them by a hair’s breadth.

Witnessing this, even the other nine instructors changed their expressions, their eyes filled with unmistakable disbelief.

Because they knew all too well what it meant for someone of Sun Ying’s caliber to be at a disadvantage – they understood this better than anyone.

Ye Kuang: “Instructor Sun, your speed seems to be slowing down.”

Hearing this, Sun Ying’s face turned even paler, though internally he was seething, cursing inwardly: “This bastard conveniently forgets to mention that his own speed has improved!”

Thinking about the possibility of losing, the veins on Sun Ying’s forehead bulged. In his furious state, his attacks became even more powerful.

Yet even his inside hook punch couldn’t touch a single thread of that madman’s clothes, and when he switched to a cross side kick, it only met empty air…

One could say that despite executing all sixteen grappling techniques in succession, he couldn’t lay a finger on Ye Kuang. How was he supposed to fight like this?

Meanwhile, our main character stood three zhang away, his speed having reached an extreme that inevitably bred despair in others…

At this moment, even a complete amateur could see the situation clearly – Instructor Sun was obviously no match for Ye Kuang!

The crowd couldn’t help but erupt in excitement. After the hardships they’d endured during previous training, they all carried pent-up resentment, which now burst forth like raging waves.

Faced with this situation, even the Chief found it hard to maintain his composure. After a brief moment, he shouted: “What are you all waiting for? He’s looking down on you! Everyone, get up there! Give him a proper welcome…”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

“Yes!”

Nine voices responded in succession as they sprang forward like tigers released from their cages charging down a mountain slope.

They were none other than the remaining nine instructors!

Seeing this, Ye Kuang’s face paled slightly, and he nearly cursed out loud.

But he swallowed the words before they could escape his lips.

The ten instructors suddenly formed an encirclement, surrounding him – clearly intending to trap him like a turtle in a jar.

Trapped within the circle, Ye Kuang felt like crying but had no tears: “Aren’t you going too far? Is this how you uphold martial virtue?!”

“Hehe…”

All he received in response was eerie laughter. Even someone as formidable as Ye Kuang felt like cursing.

Ye Kuang: “Damn it…”Before his words faded, Nan Mian could keenly feel the pressure.

At the same time, three figures suddenly rushed out from among the ten men.

Individually, their strength was no weaker than Sun Ying’s. Now that they joined forces, the pressure they exerted was imaginable.

Bow Stance Punch!

Bow Stance Punch!

Bow Stance Punch!

Three fists shot forth, quietly forming a triangular formation, rendering Ye Kuang’s proud speed seemingly insignificant at this moment.

He had no choice but to take the blows head-on!

It felt as if there was no escape to the heavens or the earth.

Yet, he had to move.

Ye Kuang chose a direction and charged forward swiftly. In his mind, if he could take down one of them, he would still have a sliver of hope.

The remaining seven watched this with mocking eyes, as if playing a game of cat and mouse.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

As the sounds of fists meeting flesh echoed, the battle instantly erupted.

Ye Kuang extended both hands, each gripping a fist, while his left leg formed a bow stance to block their first wave of attacks.

But did you think it ended there?

“Ha!!!”

With three furious roars, the three instructors simultaneously exerted their strength, their Springing Legs either executing a Sweeping Army or a straight kick to the groin.

Reacting to the sounds, Ye Kuang retracted his hands and swiftly positioned them at his sides, his legs crossing to brace for impact.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three dull thuds resonated, and the situation grew increasingly astonishing. Yet, undeniably, he had once again stubbornly blocked the second wave of attacks.

In the blink of an eye!

Immediately after, Ye Kuang had no choice but to cross his arms to protect his forehead and forcefully push upward.

Then, three flying kicks descended from above almost simultaneously.

Boom!!!

The sound was like a tolling bell, heart-stopping and breathtaking.

Ye Kuang felt a violent shock through his body and mind, his knees buckling slightly from the impact.

This was, without a doubt, his first true one-against-three battle. None of his previous opponents could compare to these three.

For a moment, Ye Kuang could only struggle to defend, with no opportunity to counterattack.

Before long, despite possessing Divine Martial strength and swift striking speed, Ye Kuang took three punches to the chest!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The heavy, thunder-like sounds echoed from near to far, audible to anyone who was not deaf in the vicinity.

Ye Kuang was forced back dozens of steps, covering over ten zhang, before he finally managed to halt his retreat.

But the moment he steadied himself, he couldn’t hold back a mouthful of blood, which he spat out violently. His face flushed a deep red.

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Ye Kuang stared at the crimson stain on his palm. At that moment, his anger was unmistakably ignited.

Faced with this scene, the surroundings fell into an intense silence!

Only the seven men encircling the area remained, their faces expressionless.

The three instructors stepped forward once again, reforming their triangular formation—ready to attack or defend as needed.

In the suffocating atmosphere, the overwhelming pressure grew so thick it seemed tangible.

In the center of the arena, one man stood tall, facing the imminent threat of a group assault.

With the courage of one holding the pass against ten thousand, and the unyielding spirit of a young hero…

That man was Ye Kuang!