Supreme Lord of Towers

On the battle arena forged from white jade, two figures stood facing each other.

One of the figures, dressed in white, appeared exceedingly handsome and elegant—it was clearly Ye Chen.

The other figure stood at a towering two meters or so, with muscles bulging like coiled dragons, exuding a powerful presence, resembling a humanoid barbaric dragon.

This person was none other than Luo Yuan, the son of the Luo Family’s Grand Elder.

”Ye Chen, you ignorant waste, why don’t you kneel down and surrender immediately? Do you really think you’re qualified to be my opponent?,” Luo Yuan suddenly sneered, looking at Ye Chen with extreme disdain, as if gazing at an ant that could be crushed at will.

”Whether I’m qualified or not, you’ll know when we try!” In the face of Luo Yuan’s ridicule, Ye Chen remained remarkably calm, with a boundless battle intent surging from his entire being.

”You reckless waste, since you’re so stubborn, today, I’ll make you see reality clearly.” In Luo Yuan’s eyes, a terrifying cold light suddenly burst forth, as if he had transformed into a prehistoric fierce beast, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

Zzzz.

In the next moment, a tremendously powerful True Qi surged from Luo Yuan’s body like a storm, covering an area within two to three meters.

It is known that for an ordinary cultivator of the True Qi Realm Tenth Layer, the range of True Qi’s coverage is at most half a meter.

But Luo Yuan was already approaching one meter.

This was the effect of unleashing all sixteen of his Seas of Qi, even many of the older cultivators present couldn’t help but feel a moment of fear.

”Waste, don’t say I bully you for not awakening your bloodline. Even if I only use True Qi to fight you, I can still easily crush you. Trash like you, pampered and spoiled, will never understand the strength of those of us who have been fighting demon beasts year-round.” Luo Yuan raised his head proudly, looking at Ye Chen mockingly, as if a battle-hardened general was contemptuously overlooking a soldier who had never fought a battle.

”Isn’t it just demon beasts? It’s not like I’ve never killed one, what’s so great about it.” Ye Chen responded with a cold smile.

”Hmph! What a boast! I want to see how a waste like you could hunt demon beasts?” With eyes full of disdain, Luo Yuan flickered his figure, leaving an afterimage in place as he dashed rapidly toward Ye Chen.

To his knowledge, Ye Chen’s dantian was shattered from childhood, making it impossible for him to develop a Sea of Qi, rendering him akin to waste.

How could he have possibly ventured into the Canglan Mountain Range to hunt demon beasts?

Today, he was determined to make this boastful guy Ye Chen understand just how terrifying those who have hunted demon beasts truly are.

”Such speed!”

”That’s the Luo Family’s Yellow Level Lower Grade Martial Art, ’Barbaric Tiger Body Technique’.” Many in the audience exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Luo Yuan appeared to them as a ferocious barbarian tiger, moving with extreme speed, even the air seemed to tear as he passed.

”Be careful, Chen’er, he has already cultivated the ’Barbaric Tiger Body Technique’ to the Great Success Realm, nearing Perfection.” Among the crowd, Xiao Hui’s body trembled violently, her eyes filled with deep concern.

She had never expected that Luo Yuan’s ’Barbaric Tiger Body Technique’ had nearly reached completion.

It’s known that Luo Yuan’s martial arts talent was just of middle grade.

Such individuals generally find it difficult to attain Perfection in a Yellow Level Lower Grade Martial Art before the age of eighteen.

Yet Luo Yuan, only about seventeen this year, was already about to succeed.

This indeed exceeded everyone’s expectations.

”Hmph! My martial arts talent isn’t very strong, but I’ve spent these years fighting demon beasts, naturally advancing rapidly in various martial arts, something a waste like Ye Chen who depends on the Ye Family’s protection could never understand.” Luo Yuan coldly laughed in his heart, with a look of pride between his brows.

Indeed, the strength of martial arts talent determines how fast a cultivator can progress in martial arts.

However, those who often fight progress much faster in martial arts than those who live pampered lives.

Take Luo Yuan, his martial arts talent may just be middle grade, but he advanced quickly due to years of fighting demon beasts.

Moreover, with his wealth of combat experience, even having hunted numerous demon beasts, facing a pampered waste like Ye Chen was a simple task.

”Overestimating yourself, get out of my sight.” In an instant, Luo Yuan’s towering body appeared behind Ye Chen, swinging his fist fiercely at Ye Chen’s back.

This punch contained the True Qi of sixteen Seas of Qi, comparable to the power of sixteen tigers.

Even if Ye Chen had True Qi protecting him, a hit would instantly inflict severe injury, rendering him completely incapable of fighting.

”It’s over, Ye Chen is going to lose.”

”Hmph! Someone who’s never fought demon beasts doesn’t have the combat experience. What if he has sixteen Seas of Qi? He can’t even fully utilize them.” Many middle-aged cultivators shook their heads as if they had already seen the scene of Ye Chen’s defeat.

With a loud bang.

At this moment, Luo Yuan’s fist suddenly penetrated the True Qi surrounding Ye Chen’s body, slamming ferociously into Ye Chen.

”Haha, Ye Ming, this waste of a foster son of yours is truly useless, having sixteen Seas of Qi and still so vulnerable, utterly useless.” On the high platform, the Luo Family Patriarch Luo Tong couldn’t help but laugh, eyes full of mockery.

”Oh, really? Look again with wider eyes.” But Ye Ming remained calm, with a cold smile toward Luo Tong.

”Not good, that’s an afterimage, Luo Yuan be careful.” In the next moment, the smile on Luo Tong’s face instantly froze as he shouted at Luo Yuan.

”Afterimage?” Luo Yuan’s pupils contracted suddenly, his face turned unspeakably grim, almost unbelieving his eyes.

He noticed the figure he hit with his fist did not fly as expected but dissipated like foam.

In the next instant, a figure appeared beside Luo Yuan like a ghost—it was Ye Chen.

”How could it be?” Luo Yuan gasped, his hairs standing on end.

Ye Chen’s speed was too fast, so fast that even Luo Yuan was temporarily unable to react.

However, years of fighting demon beasts had given him extremely strong combat instincts.

In the moment of sensing danger, he instinctively executed a Yellow Level Lower Grade Martial Art, swinging his fist fiercely toward Ye Chen.

With a roar.

Now, Luo Yuan’s fist clashed violently with Ye Chen’s palm, stirring up a terrifying storm, causing the robes of those below the stage to flutter.

Subsequently, Luo Yuan staggered back dozens of steps, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

He had unexpectedly been injured by Ye Chen.

In contrast, Ye Chen remained motionless, looking unscathed with a calm demeanor.

”My ’Black Mountain Fist’ is almost at Perfection, yet it couldn’t block his attack. Could it be that the martial art he just used had reached Perfection Realm?” At this moment, Luo Yuan’s face appeared ghastly, his expression extremely shocked.

After sensing danger earlier, he instantly utilized his strongest martial art, ’Black Mountain Fist’.

He originally believed that, even if he couldn’t defeat Ye Chen, he would certainly cause him some trouble.

Yet, unexpectedly, Ye Chen not only remained unscathed but also injured him.

This left him momentarily unable to accept.

He truly couldn’t comprehend how someone who spent so much time pampered within the Ye Family, who had never entered the Canglan Mountain Range, could possess such powerful combat abilities.

Could it be true, as Ye Chen said, that he too had slain demon beasts?

If not, how could his combat experience be so rich?