Chapter 78

“Lie down.”
With a gentle wave of his hand, Ye Fengyun caused Yun Mengxi to lose her balance before she even understood what was happening—she fell flat onto the ground.

“What…”
Yun Mengxi was stunned.
What just happened?
Why am I lying down?
What did I just experience?
She sat up, staring at Ye Fengyun in bewilderment.

Ye Fengyun smiled, gazing down at Yun Mengxi, who was seated on the floor. “You owe me three favors.”

“I…”
Yun Mengxi’s face was filled with confusion.
She had no idea how she lost.

Ye Fengyun turned his attention to the Cloud Wave Sect. The smile vanished from his face.

“Who are you, really? Who sent you?”
The sect leader’s expression suddenly grew sinister, the sinister aura around him intensifying.

Ye Fengyun gave a slight smile. “My name is Ye Fengyun. You’re the ones who invited me.”

The leader of the Cloud Wave Sect took off his jacket and twisted his neck. “It doesn’t matter who brought you here, and it doesn’t matter whether you hand over the Thousand Mechanisms Stone or not—today, I won’t let you walk out of here.”

Ye Fengyun shrugged indifferently. “I’ll let you make the first move.”

The sect leader wasted no time. With a sudden dart forward, his movement was ghostly, his technique bizarre.

Ye Fengyun frowned slightly. This man’s martial arts were strange; he felt as though he’d seen them before.

The leader’s fist came flying toward Ye Fengyun, so fast it seemed as if ten hands were weaving through the air.

He was fast—but Ye Fengyun was faster. So quick, in fact, it was like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin, dismantling every attack with ease.

Those watching were dumbfounded. Their movements were so swift, no one could see clearly—it was like watching gods battle.

Sweat poured from the sect leader’s brow, and he was growing increasingly exhausted.

Ye Fengyun could sense it: the sect leader was concealing his true martial prowess, as if afraid someone would discover something.

“If you don’t fight for real soon, you’ll lose,” Ye Fengyun said.

The leader grew even more agitated.
This damned ugly bastard—why is he so difficult? I can’t even sense his power; why is he so tricky? Could his martial arts be far superior to mine?

Ye Fengyun grew more puzzled as he saw the leader still refusing to go all out.
What is he hiding? Where does all this sinister energy come from?
If he won’t make his move, I’ll force him to!

Ye Fengyun suddenly accelerated, his strikes growing heavier.

The leader of the Cloud Wave Sect began to falter, retreating step by step.

“Bang!”

Ye Fengyun smashed his fist into the wall, creating a hole half a meter deep, punching clean through to the next room.

Yun Mengxi covered her mouth in astonishment.
When he fought me, he must not have used even a tenth of his strength…

With that realization, Yun Mengxi’s expression grew even gloomier.

She had practiced martial arts since childhood, admired in Yun Chuan City as the goddess of beautiful legs and a champion of women’s martial arts. But now, all her pride and confidence had been utterly shattered by Ye Fengyun—a plain, unremarkable young man she had always looked down upon.

Her pride had been crushed by the very person she scorned most.
It was almost too much for Yun Mengxi to bear.

Ye Fengyun stepped forward, gathering his inner strength into his fist, and launched a punch at the sect leader.

This time, the leader had no chance to dodge. If he didn’t go all out now, he would be seriously injured—or worse.