“He won?” The audience looked at Fang Wenyang, who collapsed onto the ground and spat out blood, with dumbfounded expressions. The sight sent them in a daze, and they only regained their senses after a while. Then, they looked at one another as delight filled their faces.

“He won! Ye Zhuixun won! That’s great! We won’t die anymore!”

“How powerful! Ye Zhuixun is so strong! So he was the strongest person from the start!”

“Yeah, I thought that Ye Zhuixun was not even in the same caliber as Young Master Qinghe and the rest. I didn’t expect him to be so strong…”

When Hong Qinghe, Yang Feng, and Mu Wuxin put aside their severe injuries and witnessed this scene, their expressions became complex. “As the first, second, and third strongest young practitioners in this prefecture, we’re a joke compared to them.”

Clutching his wound, Hong Qinghe became gloomy.

In contrast, Lou Xiaoxiao grinned. “Qianxue, you’ve got an amazing disciple here! He’ll definitely be very impressive in the future!”

Everyone was feeling elated. However, Fang Wenyang, who had recovered after eating the pill looked at Ye Zhuixun with a vicious expression.

As he continued to glare at Ye Xhuixun, his face twisted in menace. “You bastard! How dare you injure me? I’ll kill you!”

“Wenyang, it seems like there are some inferior-grade goods amongst this bunch of trash. Be careful. Don’t get hurt anymore,” his friend reminded him.

“Hmph! Don’t worry. How can trash like him hurt me? I was just careless earlier…”

“Don’t say that. Something’s strange with his fists. If I’m not wrong, he has already mastered the Storm concept. That’s the Storm Fist Intent.”

“Storm Fist Intent?” Shock flashed across Fang Wenyang’s eyes, as he furiously and enviously looked at Ye Zhuixun. “I can’t believe that some of these ants can fly! However, I’ll kill him even then. He has no choice but to die!”

As his voice fell, Fang Wenyang’s expression turned solemn. He spread his fingers.

Whish!

Ten exquisitely-carved, cold daggers floated above his palm and slowly spun on his fingertips. Each dagger looked beautiful and dazzling, yet fatally dangerous.

Behind him, his friends’ expressions relaxed. “Looks like the battle is going to end.”

“If Wenyang uses this move, not even we can escape unscathed. Obviously, it’s impossible for an ant in the Essence Martial Realm.”

“However, considering how proud Wenyang is, I didn’t expect him to use his trump card against an ant.”

“That ant mastered the Storm Fist Intent. He should not be underestimated. It’s better to be more cautious…”

They were discussing when—

“Ambush from ten sides! Attack!” Fang Wenyang yelled, and the ten daggers on his fingertips shot toward Ye Zhuixun.

He then furiously said with a vicious expression. “Bastard, two fists can’t defeat four hands. Let me see how your two fists can block my ten daggers!”

Clang!

A grim expression appeared on Ye Zhuixun’s face. Activating the Storm intent, he moved as quickly as possible to evade the rapid daggers.

However, the daggers were agile and hard to eliminate. Thus, he struggled to dodge them.

After a while…

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The daggers slashed Ye Zhuixun and left bloody gashes on his body.

His breathing became unsteady, and it was clear that he had lost the upper hand.

“No! I can’t lose just like this. At the very least, I have to defeat him!”

A fierce look flashed across Ye Zhuixun’s eyes, and he racked his brains.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced in his mind…

“The daggers! The daggers are his weakness. By shooting the daggers at me, he’s also sending his weakness right to me. If I can find a chance to destroy a few daggers, he’ll definitely get severely injured as he had been just a while ago!”