Brother Li, Let Ye Han Admit Defeat

"It's shameless talk."

When Ning Cheng heard this, he didn't bother to respond.

The battle below had escalated to a fiery intensity.

Ye Han raised his banner. Despite his formidable power and the countless sword lights he unleashed, he couldn't harm the beasts controlled by the disciples of the Beast Control Sect. The entire battle was one-sided.

Unless something unexpected happened, Ye Han was likely to lose.

More than half an hour passed.

Ye Han was noticeably less courageous than before, and the aura surrounding him began to show signs of weakening. Many people suspected that the secret technique Ye Han was using had likely reached its limit.

The disciples of the Beast Control Sect, positioned above the monster beast's eyes, seemed even more alert.

The moment had arrived!

While Ye Han's strength was waning, they needed to finish him off quickly. Otherwise, once Ye Han shouted the word "yield," he would be defenseless.

"Admit defeat!"

A disciple of the Beast Control Sect declared.

Though he urged Ye Han to concede, he attacked swiftly, denying Ye Han a chance to speak.

He formed seals with his hands and delved into the demonic beast's body. The already immense creature grew even larger.

The beast roared into the sky, and its massive claws extended. Each nail was several meters long, with a greenish-gold hue and streaks of blue lightning crackling around them.

In the sky.

Suddenly, a palpable aura surged—a destructive force, fierce and terrifying.

The green-gold beast's claws continued to expand, and in an instant, they blotted out the sky within a hundred-meter radius, accompanied by lightning and thunder, resembling a dark cloud.

Ye Han was completely enveloped.

This strike.

Even the formidable Xuan Dan realm figures in the stands couldn't help but have their expressions change.

"Brother Li, let Ye Han admit defeat," Yao Feng pleaded, unable to bear watching any longer. He had to treat this attack seriously, let alone Ye Han?

If it were Ye Han in the genuine spiritual realm, it might be a different story.

But that wasn't the case!

He was merely a monk in the late stage of the Yuanqi Realm!

On the sidelines, Ning Cheng observed the scene on the competition stage with a confident smile. Barring unforeseen circumstances, the first place in this competition would undoubtedly go to the Beast Control Sect.

If Ye Han didn't admit defeat, he would surely turn into a pool of blood and mud within three breaths!

Thinking this...

Ning Cheng couldn't help but glance at Li Xun.

I wonder if the leader of the Xuanyang Sect will step in to help Ye Han at this critical juncture?

If Li Xun truly couldn't restrain himself and sought to rescue Ye Han, then he would have to intervene and completely block Li Xun!

If he did so, Ye Han would most certainly perish!

Li Xun watched helplessly as the junior brother he had always protected fell before him. The thought of it might drive him mad, wouldn't it? "Not urgent."

Li Xun shook his head slightly, his expression still calm and collected. He stated, "Just keep watching."

He remained quite confident in Ye Han. If he couldn't defeat a side character with the protagonist's aura, it would be quite disappointing.

If Ye Han's life was genuinely in peril, he would undoubtedly step in to save him, considering his fellow students.

However...

Ye Han's standing in his heart would also diminish a notch. "Ah."

Upon hearing Li Xun's words, Ning Cheng couldn't help but sneer.

After all this time, you're still so composed. Aren't you afraid Ye Han might meet his end on that competition stage?

"Kacha!"

Blue lightning crisscrossed and descended from the giant claws of the monster beast.

The massive claws stretched across the sky, shrouding the world. This potent attack made one feel as though they were about to suffocate even before impact. "Do you truly believe I'm at my wit's end?"

Ye Han murmured, making no visible movement. Suddenly, the aura surrounding him changed, and his original cultivation level in the late Yuan Qi realm instantly surged to the peak of the Yuan Qi realm.

Empowered by the Burning Blood Secret Technique, he transformed from a late-stage Spiritual Yun Realm practitioner to a peak Spiritual Yun Realm being in an instant.

At this pivotal moment, the blood and energy surged like a mighty dragon, piercing the sky and radiating in all directions. The vast aura, as expansive as the Wang Yang mountain range, enveloped the entire competition stage, leaving everyone astonished.

Confronting the swiftly descending beast's claw, Ye Han remained composed. His approach was simple and direct as he promptly met it with a wave of his right fist.

The golden fist didn't resemble ordinary flesh and blood; it glowed with radiant light, as though freshly forged in a divine furnace.

"Boom!"

The collision between the fist and the beast's claw surpassed all expectations. The golden fist defied gravity, instantly shattering the massive beast's claw.

Dark red blood painted the sky, accompanied by the howls of the monsters, yet Ye Han's power remained unyielding, and his brilliance continued to shine.

"Bang!"

The golden fist possessed unrivaled destructive power, and it was impervious to harm. It obliterated the monster's head in a single blow. Ye Han stood amidst the shower of blood, resembling a demon god.

His hand extended like lightning, swiftly seizing the Beast Control Sect disciple who had been standing atop the monster.

"How could this be?"

The eyes of the Beast Control Sect disciple widened, struggling to believe what he was witnessing. Just a moment ago, he had been certain of victory, but in the next second, the monster beast beneath him had been instantly destroyed by Ye Han.

From triumph to despair, it was a mere blink of an eye.

He tried to form hand seals, conjuring a defensive light screen in front of him to block Ye Han's attack. However, to his dismay, his light screen proved feeble and was effortlessly pierced by Ye Han.

Then...

A golden palm struck his chest, and the Beast Control Sect disciple felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Half of his body was blown apart, blood dripping, and bones exposed, sending him hurtling away.

"Don't... don't kill me, I...!" The Beast Control Sect disciple was terrified, as if he had fallen into an icy abyss. After landing with half of his body on the ground, he scrambled back, begging for mercy.

Just as he was about to concede defeat.

Ye Han acted once more, transforming into a bolt of lightning, his palm slashing like a heavenly sword toward the neck of the Beast Control Sect disciple.

"Too late!"

Ye Han spoke coldly.

From the outset, the other party had intended to take his life. Now that he had the upper hand, there was no room for mercy.

"Presumptuous!"

Just as Ye Han's palm-knife was about to strike the Beast Control Sect disciple's neck, a thunderous roar erupted.

Before the voice had fully dissipated, a majestic figure emerged from the spectator stands, appearing directly on the competition stage. The moment he materialized, he launched a punch directly at Ye Han's chest.

This punch was exceptionally swift and exceptionally potent. If it landed, Ye Han would likely suffer severe injuries, if not death.

But just as the fist was about to connect with Ye Han's chest.

A lavender figure floated upward and positioned itself in front of Ye Han. Adorned in fluttering garments, one hand rested casually behind their back, while the other clenched into a fist to confront the incoming blow. They appeared incredibly relaxed.

Despite the casual appearance, this counter-punch clashed with Ning Cheng's powerful strike, resulting in a deafening boom that reverberated through the sky. The terrifying shockwaves radiated wildly in all directions.

The lavender figure didn't take a step back, but Ning Cheng flew backwards, smashing into seven or eight competition platforms before he could stop.