Martial Defiance Across Nine Thousand Realms-Chapter 57 – Ye Han goes to battle

Time was slipping away.

The outcome of the menial disciples' competition took Ye Han by surprise.

Zhao Yijian decisively broke into the top ten, earning the chance to be promoted to an Outer Sect disciple.

Nie Yuan and He Qingfeng, to everyone's astonishment, only managed to rank in the top twenty and failed to secure a promotion.

Indeed, the Cycle Academy was a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers lay; even among the menial disciples, there were many formidable and unique individuals.

However, Ye Han wasn't worried; both Nie Yuan and He Qingfeng were on the verge of breaking through to the Half-step Divine Power Realm, and their promotion would soon be a non-issue.

After midday.

The competition for the Outer Sect disciples finally began.

"Those who enter the top ten in the Outer Sect competition will each receive a Thunderclap Rage Elixir!"

"Furthermore, the top three will be directly promoted to Inner Disciples and rewarded with a Mysterious Level high-grade weapon!"

At the front of the plaza, an Academy elder announced the rules.

As soon as his voice fell, the crowd stirred, nearly everyone's eyes filled with envy.

A few individuals were even brimming with a crazed will to fight, wishing they could rush into the battlefield right then and defeat all their enemies to seize the rewards.

The Thunderclap Rage Elixir, an Earth Level low-grade elixir!

It could help martial artists rapidly break through their shackles and step into the Qi Explosion Realm.

Mysterious Level high-grade weapons were even more extraordinary.

Weapons were often more precious than elixirs of the same level; weapons like Mysterious Level high-grade ones were extremely rare even among Inner Disciples.

Yet three such weapons were being offered as rewards for the Outer Sect competition?

On the battlefield, various elders of the Academy appeared one after another, calling out the names of the many combatants.

"Liu Feng versus Wang Zhi, on battlefield number one!"

"Shi Zhiyong versus Nangong Cheng, on battlefield number two!"

"…!"

"Ye Han versus Fan Xuan, on battlefield number thirty-six!"

The combatants whose names were called moved towards their respective battlefields.

Over a hundred small battlefields were already ablaze with the first exchanges of combat.

Perhaps because the rewards were so generous, the combatants were fighting with all their might, unleashing hidden powers and martial skills with reckless abandon.

When Ye Han stepped onto the battlefield, a man in his late twenties stood there with his hands behind his back.

"Ye Han!"

"Fan Xuan!"

The two locked eyes, a palpable tension between them.

"Concede and leave the battlefield," Fan Xuan said coldly, sweeping his gaze over Ye Han.

Ye Han's brow furrowed.

Had he seen this man before?

How could this Fan Xuan be so arrogant?

Sssst…!

Before Ye Han could react, a sword qi burst forth, cold and bright, targeting his head.

A murderous intent!

Did this Fan Xuan want to kill him?

"You overestimate yourself!"

Ye Han's arm shot out, his palm and fingers shifting, as a torrent of great force pierced through the air.

The second punch of the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Fist… Whirlwind Sweep.

The vacuum exploded, and the force surged like a tempest!

In an instant, the sword in Fan Xuan's hand was knocked out of his grasp and sent flying to the edge of the battlefield.

"Concede yourself."

Ye Han gave Fan Xuan a glance, returning words back to him.

Such minor characters in the Divine Power Realm were not worth Ye Han's concern.

Below the Qi Explosion Realm, regardless of how many layers of Divine Power one had, there was no significant difference.

Only those geniuses with special physiques were worthy of exchanging a few blows with Ye Han.

But the outcome was usually the same: they would be beaten half to death by Ye Han and then carried away.

All eyes were wide open, watching in disbelief.

Such a scene was rare.

A battle between the eight layers and nine layers of the Divine Power Realm, and it was almost a one-strike suppression?

"Who is this Ye Han? What kind of talent or physique does he have?"

"Fan Xuan is a genius from the Limitless Sword Sect, having cultivated the Great Blazing Sword Technique. How could he be defeated so easily?"

Many were discussing, and everything about Ye Han was gradually being unearthed.

"I, Fan Xuan, concede!"

Fan Xuan's expression changed several times, and he forcibly suppressed the urge to continue fighting, finally spitting out those words.

The gap was too large; Fan Xuan was no fool and did not wish to throw his life away.

Ye Han glanced at Fan Xuan's retreating figure and then turned to leave the battlefield, waiting for the second round of combat.

In the distance among the crowd!

"Brother Luo, this dog thing Ye Han is not as simple as he appears on the surface."

Fan Xuan, defeated to this point, looked unwillingly towards Luo Tianzheng: "I was no match for him."

"How strong?"

Luo Tianzheng's expression remained unchanged.

"Three punches. I feel that he could... could kill me with three punches."

Fan Xuan paused, his face ugly as he spoke.

Despite his reluctance to admit it, the aura Ye Han exuded in their last exchange had given Fan Xuan a chilling sense of oppression.

"What?"

Luo Tianzheng finally showed concern, a fierce light growing in his shadowy eyes.

Crack, crack…!

His fists clenched tightly together, his bones cracking with a sound that indicated he was ready to enter a state of combat and killing at any moment, his anger palpable.

"I hesitated once and didn't crush that little ant; I didn't expect him to grow to this extent."

Luo Tianzheng stared in the direction where Ye Han was.

Ye Han's growth was too rapid, so much so that it caught him off guard and left him unable to react.

After Ye Han took the treasure from Demon Ridge and Luo Tianzheng suffered a loss, Luo Tianzheng wanted to seclude himself and break through to become an Inner Disciple, then crush Ye Han.

Who would have thought that the other party would enter the Netherworld Realm and hide for three months?

In just three months, Ye Han had reached the eight layers of the Divine Power Realm and was able to crush a nine-layer expert like Fan Xuan?

"Brother Luo, it seems that the news of Ye Han defeating Liu Chengping in the Human Path Hall is mostly true."

Fan Xuan looked at Luo Tianzheng with some fear.

Liu Chengping, with the blood of the Purple Extreme Demon Elephant and a genius of the Beast Emperor Path, was definitely no weaker than Luo Tianzheng.

As Fan Xuan's words fell, the group fell silent, none daring to provoke Luo Tianzheng's ire.

Luo Tianzheng had struggled to break through his realm and finally succeeded; he had hoped to use this opportunity to kill Ye Han, but now it seemed that the outcome was uncertain, which was somewhat embarrassing.

The insignificant figure in their eyes was no longer the same existence that could be trampled at will in Flame City.

"No matter, I will go see the Sect Master!"

After speaking, Luo Tianzheng left immediately.

The Sect Master he referred to was, of course, the master of the Limitless Sword Sect and the Child of Reincarnation of the Academy... Feng Wuliang.

A short time later, at the summit of Tongtian Peak, Luo Tianzheng knelt on one knee, looking expectantly at a grand hall before him: the Limitless Hall.

"Luo Tianzheng, is what you say true? That insignificant ant Ye Han, does he really possess such combat strength?"

A clear yet stern voice came from within the hall.

"Yes, it's confirmed. Even Liu Chengping of the Beast Emperor Path is no match for him, and I witnessed with my own eyes how he defeated Fan Xuan with a single punch."

As Luo Tianzheng spoke, his face showed unease, and he looked fearfully at the Limitless Hall before him.

"Enough. If Ye Han dies, it will cut off the Human Path master Li Futu's hopes and also free Ye Zhixuan from her inner demons. I will break the rules and help you this once."

The voice from the hall spoke again.

Immediately, Luo Tianzheng saw a flash of light at the hall's entrance, and a ripple seemed to appear in the void.

A palm-sized, pale yellow talisman materialized out of thin air, instantly turning into a streak of light and coming before him.

A Martial Talisman!

Crafted by top martial artists at great cost, once activated, its power was unimaginable.

"Thank you, Sect Master, for your generous gift!"

Luo Tianzheng spoke, performing a ritual of three bows and nine kowtows on the spot.

Regardless of whether the other party could see him.

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It was as if a reverent subject was worshipping an invincible emperor, his demeanor utterly devout.

After the worship, Luo Tianzheng's entire being was brimming with murderous intent.

He left Tongtian Peak with the Martial Talisman and headed straight for the site of the Academy's competition….

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