Supreme of the Heavenly Realm

Seeing this, a fierce gleam also flashed in Ye Meng's eyes. Then, he suddenly forcibly exhaled and accelerated the spear in his hand, creating two blur-like afterimages as he thrust towards Ye Xuan.

Seeing the suddenly accelerated spear thrust, Ye Xuan quickly sidestepped, avoiding the deceptive stab.

At the same moment, the long saber on Ye Xuan's back was instantly unsheathed. The sharp blade directly slashed onto the spear shaft, producing intense sparks as they rubbed against each other.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Sparks flew everywhere as the saber edge slid across the spear shaft, directly slicing towards Ye Meng's hands gripping the spear.

With a change in his expression, Ye Meng instantly released his spear and leaned back. The saber's edge merely cut through his clothes, and in almost an instant, Ye Meng regained control of his spear and thrust forward explosively.

Clang, clang, clang, clang!

The collision between saber and spear was tremendously fierce, leaving the spectators dazzled and bewildered.

"Wind Speed Thunderbolt Spear!"

After exchanging over ten moves, Ye Meng vibrated the spear in his hand causing a burst of wind. The spear technique also seemed to mix the sounds of wind and thunder and instantly added seven layers of spear images, attacking at an incredibly fast pace, like a whirlwind that was unstoppable.

Ye Xuan, unphased by the flurry of changes, countered each move methodically. His mere Mortal Grade saber seemed to have a mind of its own, always managing to strike real through the feints, matching in speed seamlessly. In a series of seven moves, he easily dissolved Ye Meng's aggressive attack.

"Hmm?"

Seeing his moves neutralized, Ye Meng's expression slightly darkened. The Ye Xuan in front of him was not on the same level as those he had faced before. Ye Xuan had not even used any special techniques but had not fallen behind in the least, proving unfathomable.

Originally, he thought within the Ye family, he only needed to take Ye Ba seriously. Unexpectedly, besides Ye Ba, there was another, Ye Xuan—a man once deemed a waste. Now, having personally crossed hands, he couldn't help but mock the absurdity of this exceptional opponent being labeled as such.

The surprise was brief. Ye Meng was a resolute individual, representing the hopes of all his branch family members. In this clan competition for supremacy, he would undoubtedly give his all.

"Strength Amidst the Wind!"

The spear swept across, cutting through the wind, and the force it contained was astonishing, causing the air itself to buzz violently, immediately crushing upon contact.

A single stroke parried the fierce spearhead. Ye Xuan's figure took advantage of the momentum to retreat swiftly. Ye Meng's True Qi was wind-attributed, and his spear technique relied on speed. If Ye Xuan couldn't stabilize the situation from the start, retreating one step would lead to continuous retreats and assured defeat.

"If that is the case, there's no need to hold back anymore."

Ye Xuan's expression turned solemn, and suddenly, a sound akin to crackling tendons burst out from within him, faintly accompanied by the sound of a dragon's chant.

As the True Qi burst forth, Ye Xuan's strength also escalated dramatically, quickly surpassing the level of a hundred galloping horses and still rising.

"Lightning Flash Movement!"

When his power reached its limit, Ye Xuan finally unleashed his saber technique, the first form of the Thunder Blade Skill, Lightning Flash Movement.

With one slash, lightning-like saber Qi spread out. The surrounding air, acting like a conduit for electricity, gathered the lightning at the blade edge, which then fiercely slashed onto Ye Meng's spear. The violent power burst forth instantly.

Struck by this heavy blow, Ye Meng's body was violently hurled backward. However, before he had a chance to recover, Ye Xuan's figure once again closed in, landing a punch directly on his chest, and sending him flying out of the arena.

Gasps...

Seeing Ye Xuan suddenly overpower and swiftly defeat Ye Meng elicited a sudden uproar from the crowd. Those who knew Ye Xuan from before gaped, clearly unable to believe that in just a short span of three months, he had become so powerful.

Even the Ye family elder responsible for arbitrating was momentarily stunned, before finally declaring the result.

"Ye Xuan wins!"

The noise died down, and it took a long time before the arena finally burst into intense cheers. Before, it could have been said that Ye Xuan might have relied on luck to win; however, in this match, he had undoubtedly proven his strength by directly and squarely defeating Ye Meng, who was second only to Ye Ba in prominence.

Even though many among them had previously scorned Ye Xuan, now, no one held such attitudes because the Ye Xuan of now was not only no longer useless but a brilliant talent of the Ye family, thoroughly transformed.

Yet, Ye Xuan didn't pay attention to those cheers. He stepped down from the stage and extended his hand to Ye Meng with a smile, saying, "Are you alright?"

"There's nothing to say when one is outclassed," Ye Meng replied, taking Ye Xuan's hand. Though Ye Xuan's sudden burst had caught him somewhat off guard, the opponent's strength was indeed superior. The key question was whether Ye Xuan had used his full strength.

"Perhaps," Ye Xuan replied ambiguously.

"I see. I hope you go further; I'll challenge you again in the future."

Ye Meng's magnanimity in defeat was admirable. He saw things very clearly and, after bowing to Ye Xuan, he left the arena without any complaints.

"It's unexpected that the main branch couldn't produce someone like him, yet the collateral branch did."

Ye Xuan looked meaningfully at the departing Ye Meng. Although his strength was not yet on par with Ye Ba, his temperament was far stronger.

"I knew it; Brother Ye Xuan would not lose easily."

Nangong Yao looked playfully at Nangong Bo sitting beside her as the remaining figure on the stage caught her eye.

"This kid hides his capabilities deeply. Now even grandfather can't predict how far he will go," Nangong Bo spoke more hesitantly than before, now wary of making firm predictions about Ye Xuan.

Although Ye Ba was still the strongest on the surface, others were not without doubt whether he held back any strength.

"With the cultivation level of a First Grade Martial Master, defeating a Second Grade opponent shows such potential. Well nurtured, he could become the second Ye Xiao," said the Qi family head on the VIP seats, stroking his beard with a smile. Generally, only a true talent in Martial Arts could challenge opponents beyond their level, which seemed even more impressive than mere advancement in cultivation.

"Let's hope so..."

Ye Tianxiong's eyes flickered. He had invested immensely in Ye Xiao in the past, and it had only brought him great trouble. If Ye Xuan could reach his father's level, then it was not impossible for the Ye family to return to their former glory.

"Bear, you might be contending with this Ye Xuan for the first place in the clan meeting; you can't take it lightly," Ye Tianhao said to Ye Ba after watching Ye Xuan and Ye Meng's fight, now somewhat worried. The championship of this clan meeting was crucial.

"Don't worry, father. Defeating just a member of a collateral branch is nothing. If it were me, one move would be enough," Ye Ba responded coolly, unbothered by Ye Meng's loss, clearly underestimating Ye Xuan.

As the match between Ye Xuan and Ye Meng concluded, the second round of competition also soon came to an end. Out of ten competitors, five stood out, but only Ye Ba and Ye Xuan were seen as having the capability to vie for the championship.

The former, possessing the cultivation of a Third Grade Martial Master, was far ahead of the others. Throughout the two rounds of the contest, he had defeated his opponents in one move. Though originally, Ye Xuan was not considered a contender for the title, his defeat of Ye Meng made him the only other possible victor besides Ye Ba.

The third round of draws began, and Ye Xuan was fortunate enough to draw a bye. But it didn't matter to him; facing Ye Ba would mean just having the finals earlier and facing anyone else posed no threat.

Thus, the results of the third round were quickly decided: Ye Ba, Ye Xuan, and a young expert named Ye Feiyang, who, knowing he was no match for the other two, willingly forfeited, securing the third place. Now, the competition for first place would fall between Ye Ba and Ye Xuan.

The highly anticipated battle finally arrived, and the atmosphere in the arena heated gradually.

Some prominent figures in the VIP seats were already discussing the outcome.

"The young generation of the Ye family is extremely talented, truly stellar. It's a pity only one can claim the first place. Who will it be—the ever-dominant Ye Ba or the surprisingly impressive Ye Xuan?"

"Comparatively, I favor Ye Ba. After all, his cultivation is a full two grades higher, and his Martial Arts style is aggressive and decisive. He has a greater chance of winning this match."

"Is that so? My view differs a bit. In a Martial Artist's combat, cultivation is certainly important, but Ye Xuan's Martial Arts prowess is not low. Even if he were to lose, it would only be after a fierce battle, likely not decided until after at least twenty moves."

"Regardless, this will be a thrilling fight. Let's watch eagerly."