Chapter 89: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-4)

Whether Li Wujie won or lost didn’t trouble Wang Zongyao much. After all, Ryan was still there. As long as Ryan remained, Wang Zongyao felt completely at ease. In his eyes, no matter how this round turned out, the final result would not change.

“Then just watch,” Tang Wuying said with a faint smile, entirely unaware of what Wang Zongyao was thinking. In his heart, he was already convinced that Fengyue City could not compare to Lingyin City in strength.

On the ring, Fang Tian staggered up from the ground, his face twisted with disbelief and rage. He glared at Li Wujie and snarled, “You brat, you dare hit me? You’re really courting death! Hmph, killing isn’t allowed in the qualification exam, but I’ll make you understand what real pain feels like!”

After speaking, Fang Tian rolled his neck, brushed the dust off his clothes, and charged at Li Wujie once again with ferocious momentum.

“You talk too much,” Li Wujie shot back coldly. “If you’ve got skills, use them. Don’t rely on your mouth.”

As Fang Tian rushed in, Li Wujie moved as well, intending to repeat the tactic from before and circle around Fang Tian’s flank.

But this time, things were different.

Just as Li Wujie shifted his position and hadn’t yet fully moved aside, Fang Tian abruptly changed direction. The moment Li Wujie veered off, Fang Tian twisted his body and followed closely, locking onto him without hesitation.

Li Wujie’s brows knit together. He instantly became alert, realizing that Fang Tian was no longer the same as before.

He steadied his breathing, gathered his focus, and emptied his mind. At this moment, Li Wujie entered a state of full concentration, abandoning all distractions as he prepared to face Fang Tian head-on.

When Fang Tian closed in, Li Wujie stepped forward decisively, clenched his fist, and launched a powerful punch.

“Hmph!”

“Shipo Fist!”

He shouted as his fist smashed forward with full force. It was the same technique as before, the Li Clan’s Earth-rank martial art, but this time, Li Wujie poured everything he had into it. The punch carried far more power than his previous strike.

Li Wujie understood clearly that Fang Tian’s cultivation was much higher than his own. That earlier blow had only knocked Fang Tian down without causing real injury. If he wanted any chance at all, he had to give everything he had in this exchange.

Fang Tian had not expected Li Wujie to abandon evasion and instead choose to confront him directly.

The sudden change caught him off guard, causing a brief delay in his reaction. By the time he realized what was happening, Li Wujie’s fist was already upon him.

For an instant, it seemed as if Fang Tian would be struck cleanly.

However, the gap in cultivation was decisive.

If Fang Tian had been only an Elite like Li Wujie, or even a one-star Upper Elite, that punch might have knocked him down on the spot. But Fang Tian was a three-star Upper Elite, his raw strength vastly exceeding Li Wujie’s.

At the critical moment, Fang Tian forcibly twisted his body with brute strength, narrowly avoiding the full impact of the punch.

Using the momentum of his turn, he spun ninety degrees, presenting his back to Li Wujie for a split second before snapping his elbow backward in a savage counterattack.

The elbow strike was vicious and lightning-fast.

From the moment Fang Tian evaded the punch to the instant his elbow lashed out, it took less than a blink. The movement flowed seamlessly, demonstrating terrifying control and combat experience.

Sensing danger, Li Wujie’s pupils contracted sharply. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, palms facing outward, bracing himself just in time.

Boom!

Fang Tian’s elbow smashed into Li Wujie’s forearms, the immense force sending Li Wujie skidding backward five or six steps before he managed to stabilize himself.

The instant Li Wujie was forced back, Fang Tian pressed the advantage. He surged forward, unleashing a flurry of punches without pause, each strike simple yet overwhelmingly powerful. Li Wujie could only retreat and dodge, completely suppressed.

There was no helping it. The disparity in cultivation was simply too great.

After several exchanges, Li Wujie finally failed to evade in time. Fang Tian’s fist slammed into his face, and Li Wujie collapsed onto the ring, unconscious.

The referee rushed onto the stage to examine him. After confirming that Li Wujie’s life was not in danger and that he had merely passed out, the referee announced the result.

Fang Tian wins.

This second victory further boosted the arrogance of the Lingyin City candidates. Their confidence soared as they began to mock Fengyue City even more openly.

“Did you see that, you idiots of Fengyue City? This is your so-called genius. He can only lie on the ground and eat dirt!”

“Trash. Fang Tian is just the weakest among our five, yet he can still sweep you aside. Looks like Fengyue City’s candidates are nothing special.”

“Haha, I was expecting real experts. Turns out it’s just a bunch of rookies.”

“Keep cursing, go on. Didn’t you shout so fiercely just now? Garbage Fengyue City, dreaming of competing with us.”

“I’m really looking forward to Fang Tian sweeping all five. I wonder what kind of faces you fools from Fengyue City will make then. Probably uglier than someone eating dog shit, hahaha!”

“Fengyue City just keeps getting more pathetic.”

Their voices were loud and deliberate, clearly meant to be heard by everyone present. The arrogance dripping from their words made many people clench their fists in anger.

Yet with the Western Mansion present, no one dared to make a move.

If fists were forbidden, then mouths were not.

Almost instantly, the people of Fengyue City erupted as well, hurling curses back in a storm of furious shouts, the air filled with heated insults from both sides.

But the more fiercely the people of Fengyue City cursed, the happier the candidates of Lingyin City became.

To them, this was the most pleasant sound in the world. Being able to anger the people of Fengyue City so thoroughly made their trip worthwhile. After all, words alone would not hurt them. What really mattered was strength on the ring.

And unfortunately for Fengyue City, their candidates truly could not beat Fang Tian.

That was the most suffocating part.

It wasn’t the ridicule from the people of Lingyin City that hurt the most. It was the fact that Fengyue City’s own candidates were being defeated one after another, with no way to respond.

Even the spectators who wanted to argue back found themselves speechless.

Fang Tian was simply too strong. He crushed Yuan Qiong head-on with overwhelming force, and then suppressed Li Wujie completely through sheer cultivation advantage. This wasn’t luck, nor was it trickery. It was raw power.

At this moment, a heavy question weighed on everyone’s heart.

Can Fan Wei win?

Can Mu Xianling win?

Can Li Wei win?

This was no longer just about victory or defeat. It was about the face of Fengyue City.

They could not afford to lose anymore.

If Fang Tian truly swept all five matches and word of it spread, how would Fengyue City ever raise its head again? How would its candidates walk into Western Mansion in the future?

The pressure was immense.

Just as anxiety reached its peak, Mu Xianling stepped onto the ring.

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