Ou Yangming did not waver at all as though he did not see the sword-light that was coming at him.

Nonetheless, the sword-light suddenly vanished when it was within 3 steps from him; it vanished as if it never appeared.

Yan Junchi staggered and fell to the ground while his longsword became powerless. Although he gave his all for the attack, he did not manage to threaten Ou Yangming at all, where the drifting sword-light simply brushed past Ou Yangming's body and fell without a sound.

The crowd widened their eyes once more, and the Yang Grade powerhouses began to think that Ou Yangming was an extremely tricky opponent.

Why was the outcome the same even when he used a weapon?

The Yang Grade powerhouses were secretly ridiculing Ou Yangming when they watched the previous fight, but they were fully focused this time.

Even so, they could not tell how Yan Junchi was defeated.

Far away, in another ring, Wu Hanning curled her lips.

'His mental power is so mighty! Looks like he held back when he resisted me earlier. That said, I'm also very gifted, so I won't be defeated by him.'

All of a sudden, a middle-aged man flashed and jumped up to the ring.

He slowly made his way to Yan Junchi, then he grabbed him and tossed him to the back.

The unconscious Yan Junchi was thrown out of the ring as if he was a sack, but he was caught and taken away before he landed to the ground.

Ou Yangming asked with a smile, "Sir, you're…"

"I'm Yan Xishan. Yan Junchi, whom you defeated just now, is my little son," the middle-aged man answered in a deep voice.

"Did I lure the old one by defeating the little one? Hahahaha…" Ou Yangming could not help but laugh.

Yan Junchi must have a strong background to be able to perform such a profound body technique, hence Ou Yangming was not surprised. It would only be shocking if an ordinary cultivator could learn a body technique of that level.

The crowd below the ring burst out laughing.

"Young man, it's not good to speak carelessly," Yan Xishan commented with a dark face.

"Senior, but you're in the ring indeed." Ou Yangming grinned.

Yan Xishan scoffed. "Junior, I didn't want to argue with you at first, but since you're so presumptuous, you should go down!" He glared at Ou Yangming and extended his arm forward to grab the young fellow's chest.

He was a genuine Yang Grade powerhouse. When he stretched out his arm, a big black tendon bulged on the back of his hand, where blood was flowing inside. It appeared like a giant black dragon, which gave off a threatening aura.

Ou Yangming finally looked serious. After all, he could not gather his energy to fight a Yin Grade martial artist even if he wanted to be serious.

It was only when he was going against a Yang Grade powerhouse his mind became more active.

His mental power surged in his sea of consciousness, and he was going to release the fearsome spiritual pressure.

However, he recalled something at that moment.

Consequently, the surging spiritual pressure calmed down, and his mind was no longer perturbed.

At the same time, Ou Yangming turned his wrist and skillfully blocked Yan Xishan's fist force.

"Boom…"

Ou Yangming flew backward due to the punch as though his body could not withstand the enormous power.

Many people below the ring sighed a breath of relief.

'The freak finally showed his true colors.'

The crowd would go mad if even Yan Xishan—a Yang Grade powerhouse—was knocked out without rhyme or reason.

Nevertheless, Wu Hanning and Zuoqiu Hongyuan were shocked. 'What's that young fella doing?'

Yan Xishan roared. After hitting Ou Yangming away, instead of stopping, he charged forward like a shadow and swung both fists at the young fellow's ears.

This was definitely a killing move, and Ou Yangming would die for sure if he was hit.

Yan Xishan was determined to kill because his dearest son suffered a baffling loss and would become a laughing stock.

He hated Ou Yangming to the bones when he thought about that.

The man forgot about the fact that Yan Junchi challenged Ou Yangming to be famous.

It was understandable that his son went up to the ring for a challenge to gain reputation, but it was unacceptable that his son was defeated so easily.

As Yan Xishan swung his fists, essential Qi was released from his dantian. The Qi traveled along his meridians, making it seem like his body expanded a little.

Just as he was going to strike his target with his fists, Ou Yangming tilted his head backward and turned his body in a weird angle. With that, the young fellow escaped the fists' reachable range through an unbelievable posture.

This was one of the skills Ou Yangming gained from the Ni family's martial arts inheritance. He did not have the chance to apply it in the past, but he could finally put it to good use when he was up against a Yang Grade powerhouse like Yan Xishan.

After evading the serial hit, Ou Yangming arrived behind Yan Xishan strangely, then he tossed his military saber aside and slashed down with his palm.

The wind whistled in the air, which was evident that the palm attack was not inferior at all in terms of its momentum only.

Yan Xishan tensed up a little, but he quickly shifted like a ghost by using his body technique and managed to protect his vital parts. The Yan family's body technique, so Ou Yangming was intrigued even when Yan Junchi, who had not grasped the technique's essence, performed it.

Needless to say, Yan Xishan—a Yang Grade powerhouse—was more familiar with the body technique.

'This young fella doesn't look like a fool at all!' Yan Xishan thought when he turned to look at Ou Yangming.

He figured that Ou Yangming was skilled for having the guts to dominate a ring. Even though Yan Xishan believed that he would not be defeated, he dared not be careless anymore. After all, he would be embarrassed if he failed unexpectedly in public.

Yan Xishan paused and collected himself in an instant, then he took a few steps and charged at Ou Yangming like the wind or fire. No matter how cunning the young fellow was, there was still a disparity between their cultivation bases, thus Yan Xishan was sure he would not be defeated as long as he attacked his opponent head-on.

On the other hand, Ou Yangming's eyes lit up. He chuckled and faced the elder's attack.

A Yang Grade powerhouse and a martial artist at the peak of Yin Grade began to exchange blows on the ring.

Despite that, unless the attack was unavoidable, Ou Yangming would not resist.

His fists and palms carried gentle powers such that he constantly borrowed force when he attacked his opponent. No matter how violent Yan Xishan's fist forces were, Ou Yangming could get around them with ease.

Ever since Ou Yangming acquired the martial arts inheritance from the Ni family's spiritual world, he secretly practiced to integrate everything he learned.

Having said that, it was not easy to fulfill the wish.

He realized that something was lacking when he pondered the martial art cultivations on his own, so he needed to complete his learnings by having fighting experiences.

Therefore, Ou Yangming instantly changed his mind when Yan Xishan attacked just now.

Fighting in the ring was undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Ou Yangming wanted to face the heroes of the world and competed against the powerhouses.

He wanted to temper himself through the Yang Grade powerhouses to build the most solid foundation for his martial art cultivations.

Based on his cultivation base at the moment, fighting Yang Grade powerhouses without using the spiritual pressure was unquestionably his best option. By polishing himself through these people, he would certainly become the most dazzling pearl.

As for Supreme Great Ancestors…

Instead of polishing himself, he would be considered asking for trouble.

Ultimately, if there was too huge of a gap between Ou Yangming and his opponent, the effect would be minimal.

"Boom, boom, boom…"

With a gloomy face, Yan Xishan made wind-like punches and moved around like lightning; he displayed a Yang Grade powerhouse's might to the extreme.

He captured Ou Yangming's weak point by using his profound body technique, so he went to face the young fellow and launched another hit.

Ou Yangming had just found his footing. Seeing as he could not dodge the punch, he gathered his essential Qi and faced the attack.

After three consecutive punches, it seemed like Ou Yangming's bones were going to break.

"The young fella's going to be defeated!"

"Yes. Yan Xishan's a Yang Grade powerhouse, after all, and his body technique is amazing. If anyone encounters him, one must be wary of his peculiar body technique!"

A few Yang Grade powerhouses gathered below the ring and discussed softly.

They were incredibly sharp-eyes, hence they deduced the outcome by identifying the strong and weak sides.

From their perspective, Ou Yangming was arriving at a dead-end. Unless he suddenly unleashed a great-ancestor-level ability to suppress and to kill Yan Xishan, given that he was oppressed to this state, he could only wait to die. In fact, the Yang Grade powerhouses thought they would end up in the same situation too if they were in Ou Yangming's shoes.

However, Ou Yangming, who looked like he was going to be taken down on the ring, became concentrated and entered the integration of Heaven and man. Everything around him seemed to have changed right away, especially Yan Xishan's moves, which slowed down.

Ou Yangming moved without any hesitation by taking several tiny steps in the tight window, where he found a way around Yan Xishan's punch as though he was walking a tightrope.

Once he was out of danger, he curbed his thought and exited the mysterious state of nature.

Since he wanted to temper himself through a Yang Grade powerhouse's help, he could not rely on the superb state.

Thus, unless it was a crucial moment, Ou Yangming would not adopt the method, which was similar to cheating.

Yan Xishan's fist force stopped briefly, and he was surprised yet mad.

'I clearly left him no room for retreat, so how did the b*stard get away in the blink of an eye?'

Nonetheless, Yan Xishan was a strong-willed Yan Grade martial artist, so he was unyielding even when there were setbacks. Moreover, he still had the upper hand.

Yan Xishan fixed his gaze on Ou Yangming and lunged at the young fellow again.

The Yang Grade powerhouses, who were talking cheerfully below the ring, had a strange look on their faces.

They thought, 'The young fella is terribly lucky to have gotten out alive from the situation!'

Each small and quick step was important, by which Ou Yangming would be killed if he had made a wrong move.

Even so, he got away successfully.

At the spur of the moment, the Yang Grade powerhouses wondered, 'Was that an accident or done on purpose?'