Supernatural Insight Eyes

Ji Lingchen no longer held back his strength. He fully exhibited the power of the Mythic Realm. Those who had been suppressing Ye Qiu’s confidence were now covering their faces. When Ye Qiu claimed he could defeat Ji Lingchen with a single move, they didn’t believe him. They thought Ye Qiu had gone mad.

The only ones who took Ye Qiu’s words seriously were Tang Surou, Jin Shanshun, Jin’er, Shui’er, and the group of maids.

Everyone held their breath and waited. Now, the moment had come. How would Ye Qiu defeat Ji Lingchen in one move? Nobody could deny their curiosity, though some had already prepared to laugh at Ye Qiu’s failure. Many were even crafting words in their minds, ready to humiliate Ye Qiu should his "one move victory" fail.

The aura emanating from Ji Lingchen was powerful and untouchable. As the first of the younger generation in the ancient land to reach the Mythic Realm, he had the credentials to disregard any peer as a rival.

Even though Ye Qiu had issued his bold claim, Ji Lingchen remained calm, curious to see how Ye Qiu intended to defeat him.

Because, in Ji Lingchen’s mind, this was utterly impossible.

"You may begin," Ji Lingchen said again.

Ye Qiu smiled faintly and replied, "Alright."

Immediately, he charged at Ji Lingchen. His speed—far faster than before—created pure shock.

Could he really move even faster?

Ji Lingchen was surprised, but he had already unleashed his full strength. He was unafraid of Ye Qiu’s speed. With a wave of his hand, the Rule Power of Wind enveloped him, forming an impenetrable defense. Ye Qiu defeating Ji Lingchen in one blow was nothing more than a delusional dream.

The sheer force of the Rule Power of Wind could not be borne by someone in the Legendary Realm. While Ye Qiu had seemingly been unaffected earlier, Ji Lingchen was confident that Ye Qiu would not be able to pierce his wind-based defense.

Was that single punch all he had?

Ji Lingchen waited beside his wind barrier. When Ye Qiu suddenly stopped in front of him and threw out a punch, Ji Lingchen’s keen eyes saw nothing remarkable in it.

"If you think this punch can take me down, you’re deluding yourself," Ji Lingchen sneered.

He stood calmly and waited, observing how Ye Qiu’s fist would fare against his Rule Power.

Whoosh!

The friction between Ye Qiu’s fist and the Wind Rule created an invisible resistance—a spinning vortex of immense power that repelled everything that approached.

This was the defensive technique of the Wind Rule Power.

Ye Qiu’s expression remained unchanged. His punch continued without wavering. Ji Lingchen’s underestimation of the attack played right into Ye Qiu’s strategy.

Slowly, Ye Qiu’s fist, emanating with black flame energy, began changing. A layer of shimmering white brilliance started to flicker across its surface. This glow grew stronger—a faint image of a dragon slithering along his arm. His arm transformed into the body of a dragon; his fist became the dragon’s radiant head.

With several tremors of his fist, the dragon-like light intensified. At the apex of the dragon’s head—Ye Qiu’s fist—a burst of gray light exploded outward, expanding in a radiant wave from his fist.

The gray light resembled cosmic radiation, as if forged from the primordial fumes of creation—a gas that was neither purely white nor purely murky.

The Wind Rule Power’s dense barrier began to make sizzling noises under the gray light, as though fire clashed with water.

Ji Lingchen was alarmed. What was the strange energy emanating from Ye Qiu’s fist? How could it bypass his Rule Power?

With a thunderous impact, the wind-based barrier was pierced by Ye Qiu’s fist. In an instant, Ye Qiu closed in on Ji Lingchen.

Ji Lingchen’s body stiffened as Ye Qiu’s voice rang out at the opportune moment: "This punch alone will defeat you."

And with that, Ye Qiu’s trembling fist once again spewed forth another wave of gray energy, his arm resembling the Divine Dragon unleashing its Breath.

This technique was none other than the continuation of the Flood Dragon Devil Fist’s first and second strikes—a strike known as Jiaolong Breath.

It was a technique only Martial Artists of the Mythic Realm could learn.

The destructive power of Jiaolong Breath had been carefully evaluated by Ye Qiu. It was more than sufficient to subjugate ordinary Mythic Realm opponents. Although Ji Lingchen was a prodigy of the ancient land, he had only recently entered the Mythic Realm. Despite his mastery of the Wind Rule, his true strength remained limited.

Moreover, Ye Qiu’s exceptional spiritual power gave him a decisive edge. At the critical moment, his spiritual aid made defeating Ji Lingchen with one move entirely feasible.

Ji Lingchen activated his Rule of Wind in an attempt to disperse the gray energy. However, the energy seemed omnipresent and inexorable, corrupting even the Rule Power itself. If this energy penetrated his body, the consequences would be disastrous.

Ji Lingchen twisted his hands and retreated explosively, furiously channeling the Rule Power to create obstructions while attempting to evade the approaching gray fog.

The crowd watched this scene in disbelief. Why was Ji Lingchen, usually so composed, recoiling from an ordinary punch as if he’d seen a ghost?

Jiaolong Breath’s unassuming appearance belied its ferocity. The dragon’s exhalation disrupted the opponent’s strength, diminishing their combat efficacy instantly.

"Trying to escape?"

Ye Qiu did not relent. As his first punch lingered in the air, his feet struck the ground consecutively, propelling him forward in relentless pursuit. Jiaolong Breath’s incessant tremors afforded Ji Lingchen no chance to retreat.

Ye Qiu’s speed surpassed that of most Mythic Realm Martial Artists. Ji Lingchen, seeing no way to evade, was forced to resort to the Ji Clan’s cultivation techniques for defense.

"Ancient Ape Moon Theft!"

"Red Clam Eight Fists!"

"Xuanji Technique!"

Swish, swish, swish...

Ji Lingchen unleashed multiple attacks in rapid succession, forcing Jiaolong Breath further away and eventually extinguishing it.

This barrage revealed Ji Lingchen’s deep reserves of skill. Even Ye Qiu couldn’t help but marvel at some of the techniques, feeling genuinely impressed.

"Hmph, how will you defeat me with one move?" Ji Lingchen smirked in satisfaction after obliterating Jiaolong Breath.

Ye Qiu’s expression remained steady. He casually replied, "It’s not over yet."

In an instant, Ye Qiu’s spiritual power surged behind Ji Lingchen, stabbing into his mind like an unseen blade. Without any forewarning, Ye Qiu closed the gap in a flash. His fist struck Ji Lingchen squarely, delivering the force of Jiaolong Breath directly into his body.

Boom!

Ji Lingchen hadn’t even had a chance to react before he was sent flying uncontrollably.

Bang!

He crashed heavily onto the ground, far outside the tournament platform.

Defeat!

Was Ji Lingchen defeated just like that?

Victory was determined in an instant!

Ye Qiu stood with his arms behind his back. Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, he calmly collected the prize—a reward of five first-grade Crystal Stones, an impressive fortune.

Everyone remained immersed in the shock of Ji Lingchen’s loss. No one had anticipated that the Mythic Realm hero could lose.

Yet the truth lay right before their eyes. Soon, most turned their focus to Ye Qiu—the youthful prodigy who defeated a Mythic Realm opponent while still in the Legendary Realm. He seemed even more extraordinary than Ji Lingchen, an unparalleled genius.

For a time, many felt reluctant to accept this outcome, especially the younger generation of the Ji Clan, who could scarcely believe their prodigy had fallen to Ye Qiu.

Meanwhile, Jin Shanshun, Jin’er, Shui’er, and the others rejoiced wildly.

Taking his prize, Ye Qiu didn’t spare Ji Lingchen another glance. He turned and approached the youth who had set up the betting table, grinning as he said, "I’ve won. Will you give me the Crystal Stones I’ve earned?"

At those words, the youth’s face immediately collapsed.

The losses were catastrophic!