The Duel Arena suddenly fell silent, and the faces of the audience in the stands all revealed expressions of shock.
Zhao Letian's ability to breakthrough during battle was not unusual, as many could tap into their potential and make a temporary breakthrough in desperate, no-retreat battles, just like Hei Feng.
What shocked everyone was that with just a single realm breakthrough, Zhao Letian's strength had made a tremendous leap, effortlessly suppressing Wang Yi, which was completely inconceivable.
After all, it's important to realize that Wang Yi, having burned his Bloodline Power, had crossed from Initial Stage True Martial Realm to Middle Stage True Martial Realm, increasing an entire minor realm, and yet the boost to his strength was not as exaggerated as Zhao Letian's.
However, they didn't know that after condensing Four-layered Profound Armor Power, Zhao Letian could, based solely on Physical Strength, already contend with those in the Middle Stage True Martial Realm. Naturally, dealing with the likes of Wang Yi, who was merely posing as a Middle Stage True Martial Realm fighter, was a piece of cake.
"No! This is impossible, I've already burned my Bloodline Power, how could I still lose to a country bumpkin like you? I refuse to accept this, go to hell." Wang Yi struggled to his feet, his body's bones broken in several places, fresh blood still dribbling from the corner of his mouth, with greatly diminished fighting power, he glared at Zhao Letian and roared in anger, waving his Longsword, and charged again.
"Demon Suppression Seal."
Zhao Letian slowly approached, his aura steady, resembling the Grim Reaper, casually sending out a Palm Seal with a swing of his hand.
A muffled sound resounded, the terrifying Palm Seal, like a millstone, crushed Wang Yi's sword energy, sent the sword in his hands flying, and once again flung him away.
"Enough! Zhao Letian, it's best to show mercy when possible, there's no need to push someone to a dead end, nor is there any need to create a powerful enemy for yourself. Someone from the Wang family is not someone you can kill."
In the stands, Wang Zhao, unable to bear it any longer, stood up, his complexion dark as he stared at Zhao Letian and said.
"Do you dare to break the Heavenly Dao Oath, and interfere in this battle, disregarding the guarantees of Young Master Ye and the others?" Zhao Letian looked indifferently at Wang Zhao.
"Of course, I dare not." Wang Zhao glanced at Young Master Ye and others, although he was very unwilling, he still had to bow his head.
"If you dare not, then shut up, this battle has nothing to do with you." Zhao Letian said coldly, withdrawing his gaze and looking towards Wang Yi.
"Dammit." Wang Zhao clenched his fists tightly, staring intensely at Zhao Letian, surprised that Zhao Letian dared to disregard his threat.
"Bastard, I'll fight you to the death, let's go to the netherworld together!"
On the stage, Wang Yi, who had risen again, once more rushed toward Zhao Letian with reckless abandon.
By now, his face was a bloody mess, the aura about him was weak and erratic, it seemed like the effects of the Bloodline Power burning were about to end, and his cultivation would fall back to the True Martial Third Realm. The cultivation he had just now was not achieved through his own cultivation and could not be maintained for long.
Before the effects of the Bloodline Power dissipated, Wang Yi was determined to perish together with Zhao Letian. This battle had not only ruined his martial arts future, it had also cost him his Martial Artist's dignity. Being defeated by a country bumpkin like Zhao Letian was an unbearable humiliation, even if Zhao Letian did not kill him, he no longer had the face to live.
"How vicious! Wang Yi is actually going to self-destruct, there's only so much space on the stage, and Zhao Letian has nowhere to hide, he will be gravely injured if not killed."
Seeing Wang Yi's True Yuan Power swelling and growing more violent, the audience watching the scene cried out in alarm.
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Wang Zhao, Liu Wei, and the others in the stands all changed their complexions drastically. Wang Zhao's eyes became red with grief. With things coming to this, his brother Wang Yi had no way out but death, while Liu Wei and the others were worried for Zhao Letian.
"Without my permission, you don't even qualify to self-detonate. Dragon Roar Nine Swords, break!"
Zhao Letian's face showed no fear as he swung his sword, as quick as lightning. The Dragon Roar sound waves surged into Wang Yi's brain, affecting his Divine Soul, suppressing the True Yuan Power in his body, causing his movements to suddenly slow down significantly. Then, a streak of Sword Qi slashed past, piercing directly through Wang Yi's Qi Sea, instantly ruining his cultivation.
"No! My cultivation..."
With his Qi Sea shattered, Wang Yi was sent flying like a broken sack by the powerful Sword Qi, slamming against the Array Formation Light Shield once more, nearly falling to pieces.
"Countrified bumpkin? Timid as a mouse? Worthless? Now, tell me again, who am I, Zhao Letian?"
Zhao Letian walked over, stepped on Wang Yi's chest, heard the sound of breaking bones, and looked down at Wang Yi indifferently and asked.
Wang Yi's face was ashen, his eyes filled with despair, and he said weakly.
He had intended to ruthlessly humiliate Zhao Letian the bumpkin, using Zhao Letian as a stepping stone, gaining Young Master Ye's attention by stepping on Zhao Letian's corpse. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that in the end, it would be him who was stepped on, his cultivation destroyed, his dignity lost, living worse than dying.
"Zhao Letian! Enough, don't be too excessive. He has already become a cripple; what more do you want? Let him go, give him a way out, and the Wang family will never trouble you in the future."
Wang Zhao, unable to bear it any longer, with a face as cold as frost, stared at Zhao Letian and said.
"I'm being too excessive? If I were the one being stepped on now, do you think he would give me a way to live? As for the Wang family, if I don't let him go, will you seek revenge on me? So, does that mean your Wang family doesn't take Young Master Ye, Master Dong, and Master Chen, the three guarantors, seriously?" Zhao Letian still had his foot on Wang Yi, looking at Wang Zhao.
"If people from the Wang family dare to ignore the existence of Young Master Ye and seek revenge on you, my Dong family will annihilate them," Dong Chao said coldly.
"My Chen family as well, anyone daring to ignore Young Master Ye, no matter who, will face only a dead end," said Chen Feiyu, nodding at Wang Zhao to caution him.
Although Young Master Ye didn't speak, his silence was more terrifying than words. No one knew what he was thinking, and if he were truly displeased, he could easily annihilate the Wang family with just a word.
"I apologize to the three young masters; I simply couldn't bear to see my younger brother humiliated to death by Zhao Letian. I would never dare to ignore the three young masters," Wang Zhao hurriedly bowed to apologize.
"I understand how you feel, Zhao Letian. Enemies should be resolved rather than tied up. Wang Yi has already been defeated. This battle, you have won. Let Wang Yi go. He is now a cripple and can't pose any threat to you. Letting him go would be advantageous and harmless to you," Chen Feiyu nodded and said to Zhao Letian in the arena.
"Sorry, I am narrow-minded and never let go of those who want to kill me. Wang Yi is no exception, so let him be doomed," Zhao Letian said indifferently, and then with a flip of his hand, he directly smashed Wang Yi's head, casually picking up Wang Yi's storage ring and Spiritual Artifact.
In the stands, Wang Zhao flew into a rage with terror emanating from his High-level True Martial Realm power, rushing instantaneously to the edge of the arena below.
"Wang Zhao, don't be presumptuous, take your brother's corpse and get lost," seeing that Wang Zhao seemed to be losing his rationality, Chen Feiyu frowned and sternly scolded.