Since Junior Brother Ye Chen is so confident," Cloud Tao said with a cold smile, "then I won't hold back."
As soon as the words left his mouth, a pale aura of battle energy spread across his skin like mist.
His fists clenched tightly, producing sharp cracking sounds as his bones tensed.
Cloud Tao had always been confident in his own strength.
He was certain he could defeat Ye Chen.....at least, that's what he had believed before this moment.
After all, Ye Chen was known as the most gifted disciple in the Cloud Mist Sect.
Even so, Cloud Tao didn't dare to underestimate him. Facing such a formidable opponent, he resolved to go all out.
Ye Chen, on the other hand, merely shrugged with a casual smile, as if this battle didn't matter at all.
The difference between them was far too great.
As he looked at Cloud Tao's fiery fighting spirit, Ye Chen couldn't even muster a trace of genuine excitement. It felt more like a chore than a real fight.
This guy… so arrogant!"
Seeing Ye Chen's careless attitude only fueled Cloud Tao's anger.
His determination hardened.....he would teach Ye Chen a lesson he wouldn't forget.
"Ye Chen, watch yourself!" Cloud Tao shouted.
With a burst of speed, he stomped hard on the arena floor.
The stone cracked beneath his feet as his body shot forward like a hunting fox.
His right palm glowed as a surge of battle energy gathered, forming a massive, roaring palm strike that carried frightening force.
The disciples below the stage gasped at his speed and power.
"Senior Brother Cloud Tao is really serious this time!" one of them exclaimed.
Ye Chen stood calmly, his expression as calm as still water.
He didn't even move until Cloud Tao was right in front of him.
Then, with a flash of silver light, a violent wave of energy erupted from Ye Chen's body.
Thin arcs of lightning danced across his skin, crackling in his palms like living serpents.
"Thunder Palm!" Ye Chen's voice rang out like a clap of thunder.
His palm shot forward, releasing a terrifying blast of lightning-infused battle energy.
The strike collided directly with Cloud Tao's attack.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion shook the entire arena.
Cloud Tao's confident expression froze as an overwhelming force slammed into his chest.
The next moment, his body was flung backward like a broken kite.
He sailed through the air and crashed off the platform, rolling several times across the ground before coming to a stop.
He lay there, motionless, like a beaten dog.
"Tao'er!"
On the high platform, the Grand Elder's face turned pale.
He shot to his feet, panic written across his features as he watched his grandson lying on the ground.
"Grand Elder, don't worry." A calm, feminine voice came from beside him.
It was Sect Master Cloud Yun. Her beautiful eyes glimmered faintly with amusement as she said, "Ye Chen knows what he's doing. He wouldn't truly harm him."
Though her face was composed, the small upward curve of her lips betrayed the pride she felt inside.
"This brat is becoming more and more reliable," she thought secretly.
Below the platform, every disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect was completely stunned. Their mouths hung open in disbelief.
"One move…?" someone whispered in shock.
"Senior Brother Cloud Tao lost in just one move?!" another cried out.
The crowd erupted into chaos.
"How is that possible? Cloud Tao is a genuine Fighter Realm cultivator!"
"Could it be that Ye Chen has also reached the Fighter Realm?"
"Even if Ye Chen broke through, defeating Cloud Tao in a single strike should still be impossible… unless…"
The disciples exchanged wide-eyed glances, their voices trembling with disbelief.
The arena was filled with confused chatter, all centered on Ye Chen.
Meanwhile, Cloud Tao groaned and pushed himself up from the ground.
His face was pale, and his heart pounded wildly.
The sheer power of Ye Chen's palm strike was terrifying.....it had left him breathless and shaken to his core.
"His strength… it's monstrous," Cloud Tao muttered under his breath.
Then, instinctively, he touched his chest.
To his shock, there wasn't even a bruise.
Not a single bone was broken, nor was there any internal injury.
"This… how can this be?" he whispered, stunned.
And then the realization struck him like lightning.
Ye Chen had held back.
He had controlled his attack perfectly, sending Cloud Tao flying without truly harming him.
This kind of control was far harder than simply striking with full force.
Anyone could go all out, but to precisely measure one's strength so the opponent wasn't injured…
That was on a completely different level!
Cloud Tao's face turned pale. His body trembled as he stared up at Ye Chen standing proudly on the stage.
"For him to hold back like that… his strength must be far, far above mine."
On the platform, Ye Chen looked down at him calmly, his voice light and composed.
"Senior Brother Cloud Tao, thank you for the match."
Cloud Tao froze for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh at himself.
He bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Ye Chen, for showing mercy."
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