However, to his surprise, Chen Zheng suddenly turned his head and said with an indifferent expression, "The three Great Grandmasters? Are they really that formidable?"

HISS!

A sharp intake of breath echoed in the silent hall as everyone's gaze focused on Chen Zheng like hawks, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Are the three Great Grandmasters not a symbol of power? Is he even human, saying something like that?

Ye Cangtian's face stiffened slightly, as if it were encased in ice. However, Chen Zheng paid no attention to his emotional shift and continued walking. They quickly left the hall, stepped into the courtyard, and were about to exit the main gate.

"Chen Zheng!" Ye Cangtian's voice roared like a storm.

The next moment, his figure moved like a sudden squall, shooting toward Chen Zheng as swiftly as an arrow loosed from its bowstring.

From the hall, Ye Cangtian leaped lightly into the air. Soaring like an eagle, he instantly crossed nearly ten meters, his fist flying like an arrow to strike Chen Zheng's back fiercely.

BUZZ! The air seemed to ignite, emitting a deafening roar.

Wing Chun emphasizes speed and inch-power, an explosive force unleashed in a fleeting moment. Although Ye Cangtian's punch was just a simple strike, the power it unleashed was enough to instill fear. Most importantly, Ye Cangtian was a Grandmaster-level expert.

"Be careful!" a cry of alarm from the crowd pierced the silent night.

However, Ye Cangtian moved like a sprinting cheetah, so fast that he reached Chen Zheng's back in the blink of an eye. This was the might of a Grandmaster—a power one could only look up to in awe.

In the crowd's eyes, Chen Zheng's figure seemed to transform into a beautiful and mysterious stream of afterimages. Li Yitong leaned gently on his shoulder, her eyes filled with trust and reliance.

Li Chen turned around, his pupils contracting as he felt a force that could induce despair, even though it wasn't directed at him.

A crazed glint appeared in Ye Cangtian's eyes, his lips curling upward as if he could already see what was about to happen. Some onlookers even squeezed their eyes shut, unable to watch the inevitable. Yet, no one noticed that a faint smile remained on Chen Zheng's face, as serene as a calm lake.

Just as Ye Cangtian's fist was about to land, Chen Zheng stomped his foot. A strange sound, like a mysterious melody, echoed through the air.

In that instant, a phantasmal great bell, as if from a dream, materialized and enveloped both him and Li Yitong in a mystical space.

CLANG!

The great bell chimed softly. The sound, like birdsong at dawn, drifted away, yet it left every heart deeply shaken.

Ye Cangtian's fist stopped just two centimeters from Chen Zheng, held back by an unseen force. It hung suspended in mid-air as if time itself had frozen. His eyes filled with confusion and astonishment as he struggled to understand what had just happened. Beneath his fist, the illusory bell grew clearer and more distinct.

Suddenly, the bell emitted a powerful flash of light. The light surged like an ocean wave before rapidly contracting.

The next moment, an irresistible force rebounded. It blasted Ye Cangtian's fist away, and his body was sent flying backward like a weightless feather.

BOOM!

The transfer of power repelled his fist, like a tired bird unable to flap its wings. A subsequent violent force struck him, sending him tumbling back through the air. He was like a fluttering leaf, unable to resist the reversed surge of his own qi and blood, and he coughed up mouthfuls of blood that shot out like arrows.

This power…

Terror filled his heart. Like a small boat in a raging storm, he hurriedly mobilized the mysterious energy within his Dantian to pacify the turbulent qi and blood, like a lighthouse in a tempest. He tumbled through the air, an injured bird trying to fly again, before finally managing a steady landing.

"What just happened?!" the people in the crowd exclaimed in astonishment.

"I can't see clearly… but it seems Grandmaster Chen didn't even move… Grandmaster Ye was defeated just like that!"

"This is simply unbelievable."

"Quick, look!" someone shouted, pointing at the great bell revolving around Chen Zheng.

Ye Cangtian's eyes widened in shock as he finally got a clear look at the enormous, illusory bell that had blocked him. Its defense was unparalleled, like an impregnable fortress, and it possessed a terrifying rebounding force.

"A sneak attack from behind. Is this the style of the Ye family?!" Chen Zheng's voice, cold as a chilling breeze, drifted over slowly.

Then his figure shifted slightly, vanishing into thin air like a ghost. The next second, he appeared directly in front of Ye Cangtian. He raised his hand and threw a punch. Ye Cangtian's pupils constricted as he sensed the terrifying power behind the strike.

Dodge!

Ye Cangtian instantly made his decision, his body blurring as he shot backward. But Chen Zheng seemed to have anticipated his move. With a light snort, the strange energy in his hand condensed into a thread that shot out at incredible speed, instantly entangling Ye Cangtian.

His feet felt as if they were locked by invisible chains, preventing him from moving another step.

"Come back," Chen Zheng's voice echoed in his ears, like a call from the abyss.

An invisible force radiated from Chen Zheng, like an unseen rope, pulling Ye Cangtian toward him.

Damn it… what kind of martial art is this?

Ye Cangtian looked down and saw a single, translucent thread stretched across his feet. He had no time to think as the distance between them shrank. With no other choice, he threw a punch, channeling all his strength into it. His inch-power gathered silently, waiting to explode.

BOOM!

His fist flew toward Chen Zheng's head like a tiger descending from the mountain. However, Chen Zheng's gaze was as tranquil as the abyss. The transparent thread in his hand dispersed like water. He threw his own punch, the air seeming to swirl around it as the mysterious force from his Dantian empowered the blow. It was a simple, direct strike, with no fancy moves.

BANG!

The sound of their fists colliding echoed through the air. Visible ripples spread out in a circle from the point of impact.

Ye Cangtian suddenly let out an agonized scream as his body was thrown back by a tremendous force, sent flying once again. His body spun helplessly through the air before falling limply several meters away.

As for Chen Zheng, he stood firmly in place, his figure seemingly unmoved.

This is impossible…

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