Everyone in the venue focused their attention.
Seeing that the knife was about to be cut off.
"Buzz!"
"Click..."
Ye Wentian slowly raised his hand and clamped the blade between his fingertips. The air vibrated and buzzed, and then the blade broke inch by inch.
In the surrounding arena, the eyes of the younger generation of warriors were all shocked.
"You caught it with just two fingers?"
"This sword is not as strong as imagined. Mr. Zhao must be merciful."
"It must be so..."
The talented warriors from hundreds of schools were chatting in low voices.
"My Qi family sword was... broken!" Qi Jiudao, who was knocked off the stage, was shaken in his heart, with horror in his eyes.
next moment.
The genius of the Qi family said nothing more, covered his chest and retreated to his family.
The elder warriors in the Qi family glanced forward.
He also saw the clues, but also chose to remain silent.
On the central stage, Zhao Wutian's eyes narrowed, and the smile on his face became a little brighter.
"Ah."
"It's not like he's a complete loser."
"This knife was intentional by Zhao. If you don't accept it, you can go up to the stage and fight." Zhao Wutian did not shy away and said with a chuckle.
This time, the Yun family was in too much limelight.
Just defeating a Qi Jiudao is not enough to suppress him.
Only by trampling this yellow-mouthed boy underfoot in front of hundreds of warriors can the name of the Zhao family be proven.
Ye Wentian glanced at the people on the stage.
"Satisfy you."
"call!"
"..."
A step.
In the shocked eyes of everyone around him, Ye Wentian's figure was already standing on the martial arts platform in the next second.
"That boy, do you really dare to play?"
"I bet that he can't survive three moves in Mr. Zhao's hands."
"Three moves? If this Xiaobai can withstand one move, it's all because of Mr. Zhao's mercy."
"..."
The young talents in the audience couldn't help but sneer.
They all looked towards the stage, expecting that boy to be beaten violently by the number one young person in Hundred Towns.
In comparison.
As Ye Wentian came on stage, the Yun family became much quieter.
There was a strange light in Yun Shangfeng's eyes, and he stared at the stage, breathing quickly.
At this summit, the Yun family is destined to rise!
Due to gaze.
"Zhao Zhen, Zhao Wutian."
"Boy, my master's defeated generals are all unknown, so why don't you name them!!" Zhao Wutian stood with his hands behind his back, showing off the demeanor of a strong man.
Opposite him, Ye Wentian was stunned for a moment.
"Oh, my name is Ye Wentian. Come on, I'll lose if I move." Ye Wentian looked calm, raised his fingers and spoke bluntly.
Hear this.
Zhao Wutian's eyes focused for a moment.
Not a descendant of the Yun family?
It doesn't matter anymore. Now that this guy is on stage, just destroy him.
"Are you asking the sky? Hehe... you are destined to be defeated by me. Zhao is Wutian right now!" The aura around Zhao Wutian exploded, and the spiritual power of the innate realm swept across.
Wearing long clothes, there is no wind, and the majestic spiritual power sweeps around the whole body, and the momentum can be described as overwhelming.
This made the young martial artist in Taichung couldn't help but feel a wave of enthusiasm in his eyes.
He is the number one among the younger generation in the martial arts world of Baizhen.
Well-deserved reputation!
At this moment, Zhao Wutian was undoubtedly the shining star of this Hundred Towns Summit.
"My son looks like a strong man!"
"If you all compete for the position of leader of the Hundred Towns, I, the Zhao family, will accompany you to the end."
"..."
The Zhao family is stationed here.
The head of the Zhao family and several other powerful family representatives stood up one after another, with smiles on their faces that could not be concealed.
Through today's discussion among the younger generation, the Zhao family made their attitude clear.
The expressions of the top ten martial arts family heads around him all changed, and for a while no one dared to say anything.
On the central stage, Zhao Wutian's momentum was rising.
"Boy, those who have no strength and utter arrogant words often have no good end." Zhao Wutian pretended to be a senior and spoke slowly.
Ye Wentian looked startled, and paused for a moment with his raised fingers.
"That's so verbose."
"call!!"
"..."
Too lazy to talk nonsense with it.
Ye Wentian stepped forward and was already close in a blink of an eye, raising his hand to grab Zhao Wutian.
See this scene.
The expressions of contempt on the faces of the younger generation of geniuses in the audience became even stronger.
"This kid is carrying out a sneak attack again!"
"Master Zhao is not comparable to Xu Qing yesterday."
"In front of a truly strong man, sneak attacks are meaningless..."
Everyone in the audience couldn't help but whisper.
Zhao Wutian even chuckled. His figure did not retreat at all. The spiritual power of the innate realm exploded and he faced the person in front of him.
The difference in physical strength was enough to shatter this kid's arms.
"call!"
"Kuji..."
And the next second.
In the unbelievable eyes of everyone in the audience, Zhao Wutian's figure on the stage was suddenly lifted up.
Ye Wentian's expression remained normal, and he raised his arms as if carrying a chicken.
Zhao Wutian's expression changed drastically.
"this……"
"How is it possible to suppress this spiritual power?" Zhao Wutian's mind buzzed, and he could only feel the palm of the person in front of him, like a huge vise, clamping him tightly.
Not only his body shape, but also the innate spiritual power that he was proud of was suppressed at this moment, unable to lift even a little bit.
"You...you." Zhao Wutian's pupils narrowed.
This kind of thing was beyond his knowledge.
He has entered the realm of innateness, and even the elders of the Zhao family cannot possibly cause him such horrific abuse.
Ye Wentian's eyes were calm, looking at the person in front of him.
"You want to fight me?"
"Snapped!"
"Would you like to fight or not?"
Not used to it.
In front of everyone in the arena, Ye Wentian held Zhao Wutian with one hand, and slapped him loudly with the other hand.
The sound of slaps is extremely clear and resounds throughout the surroundings.
For a moment, there was silence on and off the stage.
The geniuses of each major family looked at the central martial arts platform in front of them. They couldn't help but rub their eyes. When they looked at it again, their expressions changed drastically.
"hiss!"
"What...is going on?"
"Master Zhao, why don't you fight back?"
The younger generation of warriors were shocked, but their eyes were filled with confusion.
The scene before them was difficult for them to understand.
"It's not that we don't fight back, it's that we can't resist." The head of the Qi family, who ranked second among the Hundred Towns martial arts families, looked at him and raised his hand, then let out a low groan.
How can a strong man who can cut off the Qi family sword with his bare hands be an ordinary person?
The elders of the major families in Hundred Towns all frowned at the same time, focusing on the stage, with expressions on their faces changing uncertainly.
There was an uproar inside!
There is no doubt that Zhao Wutian is in the innate state, but in the hands of that young man, he has no power to resist at all.
The strength of this boy is shocking.
Even the big bosses from one valley, two sects, and three sects on the main stage focused their attention.
same moment.
"I...I admit defeat." Zhao Wutian is not a stupid person.
The response was swift.
The Zhao family's face and one's own face are no longer important now.
The kid in front of him at least has peak innate strength. If he continues, he will only bring humiliation to himself.
"Admit defeat?"
"I'm not here to spar with you, I'm here to beat you."
"Snapped!!"
Ye Wentian slapped him again.
(End of chapter)
