"I will defeat you with just one move!" Ye Yiming's words caused the entire arena to fall silent!

After a moment of silence, the crowd erupted into a flurry of discussions.

"Wow, did I hear that right just now? Did the Young Duke really say he can defeat Wu San Gongzi with just one move?"

"You heard right, I heard it too! The Young Duke said he only needs one move!"

"One move? Is the Young Duke joking? Can he really defeat Wu San Gongzi with just one move? I don't think even I could!"

"Yeah, that seems unlikely!"

...

The entire crowd was abuzz with discussion, regarding Ye Yiming's statement as a joke, nothing serious. However, to Wu Yaolin, it seemed like Ye Yiming was completely mocking him.

Hearing Ye Yiming's words, Wu Yaolin became furious but then burst into laughter, loudly saying, "One move? Young Duke Ye, you think you can defeat me with just one move? Hahaha, that's a big joke! Did I mishear, or did you misspeak?"

"Sigh!" Ye Yiming sighed heavily, then said with a somewhat helpless tone to Wu Yaolin, "With your intelligence, Young Duke Ye finds it difficult to explain things clearly to you. You just need to know that what I said is the truth."

Having said that, Ye Yiming lightly waved the white fan in his hand, his eyes scanning the crowd, exuding an aura of a sage above worldly affairs. It made it seem like it was indeed the case.

Seeing Ye Yiming completely disregarding him, Wu Yaolin was furious to the extreme. Unable to hold back any longer, he shouted, "Ah! Ye Yiming, are you looking for death!"

Seeing Wu Yaolin's raging anger, Ye Yiming remained calm and said, "Oh no, no, no! Young Duke Wu, this Young Master Ye speaks plainly. Alas, this Young Master is just naturally straightforward! Everything said is the truth, believe it or not, ask everyone."

After speaking, Ye Yiming turned to the crowd and asked, which caused the crowd to burst into laughter!

"This Young Duke is really interesting. Why didn't we notice this before? Could this be the true face of the Young Duke?"

"Hahaha!" Suddenly, in his anger, Wu Yaolin burst into laughter, and the anger on his face disappeared in an instant. He quickly calmed down. Wu Yaolin looked at Ye Yiming, smiled, and even seemed somewhat pleased.

At this moment, there was no trace of anger on his face. His eyes even revealed a meaning that Ye Yiming couldn't quite grasp, which momentarily confused Ye Yiming. However, soon Ye Yiming understood why Wu Yaolin had such an expression.

After Wu Yaolin finished laughing, he spoke, saying, "Ye Yiming, perhaps because Duke Wu has given you some means, you are not afraid of me? But you are wrong, and very wrong! You have no idea how big the gap between you and me is!"

The more Wu Yaolin spoke, the more triumphant his tone became, full of mockery and disdain towards Ye Yiming. After finishing his words, Wu Yaolin didn't wait for Ye Yiming to respond and shouted loudly at Ye Yiming again.

"Tremble, Ye Yiming! See clearly the gap between you and me! Hah!"

After saying this, Wu Yaolin shouted loudly, his eyes glaring angrily, his face flushed, his whole body tensed, slightly crouched, hands clenched tightly at his waist.

After doing all this, Wu Yaolin looked up at Ye Yiming, grinned contemptuously at him.

Ye Yiming frowned at this sight, a bit puzzled about what Wu Yaolin was up to.

Is he out of his mind?

But just as Ye Yiming had this thought, he felt a surge of pressure coming from the opposite side, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This is?

"Momentum! This is momentum! Wu San Gongzi's cultivation has broken through to the Human Rank!"

Suddenly, a shout from the crowd broke the calm of the scene, like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pot, instantly causing a commotion.

"It really is momentum!"

"Yeah! I didn't expect Wu San Gongzi to have already broken through to the Human Rank. This is really unexpected."

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"Yeah, I'm sure Wu San Gongzi will win this match. The difference was already huge, and now it's even more certain."

"Yeah, you're right. There's no need to continue this match! Wu San Gongzi will definitely win."

...

Warriors use their momentum to suppress others, meaning that during combat, warriors rely on their own momentum to oppress their opponents, causing discomfort and a feeling of powerlessness in them. However, not every warrior can possess this momentum; to have one's own momentum, cultivation must reach at least the Human Rank.

Only Human Rank warriors can possess their own momentum. Though Wu Yaolin's momentum was weak, that aura was undoubtedly his own. Wu Yaolin had already reached the Human Rank. Therefore, the people present began discussing.

"Oh, Wu Yaolin has reached the Human Rank? But even if you're a Human Rank warrior, what does it matter?"

Ye Yiming glanced indifferently at Wu Yaolin, his heart stirred, and he cast a probing spell towards Wu Yaolin.

Character: Wu Yaolin Cultivation: Early-stage Human Rank warrior

"What? Is that all?"

Looking at the information returned by the probing spell, Ye Yiming was speechless for a moment. Was this information too little?

"Just a name and cultivation level introduction? Even if it's some attributes that everyone knows, shouldn't it be more than this?" For a moment, Ye Yiming was somewhat conflicted about this probing spell.

Seeing Ye Yiming's reaction, Wu Yaolin thought he had guessed right and felt even more pleased. His gaze towards Ye Yiming was filled with a sense of superiority, and his eyes were full of disdain for Ye Yiming.

Wu Yaolin looked at the crowd below the arena again. They were all discussing him, surprised by his breakthrough to the Human Rank. This made Wu Yaolin feel like everyone was revolving around him, boosting his pride even more.

"Haha! Ye Yiming, if you kneel down and beg for mercy now, and promise to avoid me whenever you see me in the future, I might graciously let you go. Otherwise, hmph! What do you think? Am I generous enough? Hahaha!" After saying this, Wu Yaolin laughed even more wildly.

Watching the extremely arrogant Wu Yaolin, Ye Yiming felt nothing but speechlessness in his heart.

I'm speechless! He's so arrogant. If someone didn't know better, they would think he's a Heavenly Rank powerhouse!

He's just at the Human Rank in cultivation, yet shamelessly behaves so outrageously. If he were truly at the Heavenly Rank, wouldn't he be overturning the heavens?

Watching Wu Yaolin's arrogant demeanor, Ye Yiming finally couldn't stand it anymore and casually remarked：

"Isn't it just Human Rank cultivation? Is there a need to exaggerate so much?"

Wu Yaolin's arrogant laughter abruptly ceased. He turned his head, glancing at Ye Yiming with an air of disdain. With a cold snort, Wu Yaolin stomped forcefully with his right foot on the ground.

"Bang!" "Buzz!"

The martial arena shook slightly under Wu Yaolin's stomping, emitting a buzzing vibration!

The crowd below erupted into a buzz of discussion at the sight.

Wu Yaolin observed the crowd's reaction, then turned his head and looked at Ye Yiming provocatively. "See? Even the arena is shaking from my power. If this were anywhere else, my stomp would've created a crater. This is the strength of a Spirit-class expert with momentum. You, Ye Yiming, are no match for me! You..."

Wu Yaolin abruptly stopped as he saw an inexplicable look in Ye Yiming's eyes. Although Ye Yiming's face was stern, his eyes held a different meaning, almost like a hint of appreciation!

Yes! It was appreciation! After a moment, Wu Yaolin confirmed the meaning in Ye Yiming's eyes. But upon realizing it, Wu Yaolin's anger flared up again!

This bastard actually saw my actions as a joke! This Ye Yiming is truly infuriating.

"Huh? Why did you stop? Your performance was good, stomp a couple more times!"

"Ye Yiming, you..."

Ye Yiming's attitude undoubtedly fueled Wu Yaolin's anger even more.

"Me? What about me?" Ye Yiming remained nonchalant, completely unconcerned with Wu Yaolin's rage.

"Argh! Ye Yiming, I'll kill you!!!"

At this moment, Wu Yaolin no longer had his previous smugness or superiority. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins resembling tiny flames, radiating intense anger and hatred! His face was flushed with rage, and his clenched fists trembled slightly.

Now, Wu Yaolin resembled an enraged beast, desperately needing a target to vent his anger!

His target was Ye Yiming.

But even then, Ye Yiming remained unfazed. He shook his head slightly and sighed, "Don't blame me for being blunt, but with your meager abilities, you want to take my life? Isn't that a bit too childish?!"

"Boom!"

Ye Yiming's words were like a hammer striking a dam on the verge of collapse, causing Wu Yaolin's anger to burst forth like a flood.

"Mountain Shaker Fist!"

Wu Yaolin roared and unleashed a Mountain Shaker Fist towards Ye Yiming.

Perhaps due to his extreme rage, Wu Yaolin's Mountain Shaker Fist exceeded the level of an early Spirit-class martial artist, faintly reaching the power of a mid-level Spirit-class martial artist.

For a moment, the crowd below felt the arena shake, and when they looked at Wu Yaolin again, they saw him charging towards Ye Yiming like a gust of wind, without any hesitation.

Oh no! The young lord is in danger!

This was the only thought that came to mind for everyone present. In their perception, Ye Yiming was at most a low-level martial artist, no match for the high-level martial artist Wu Yaolin. But now that Wu Yaolin had become a Spirit-class martial artist, what else was there to think about?

In this situation, even Ye Qi stepped forward, intending to jump onto the stage. But Ye Yiming seemed to anticipate his thoughts and stopped him with a subtle glance. Ye Qi raised an eyebrow, recalling Ye Laoyezi's instructions, and finally sighed, stepping back and resuming his calm demeanor.

Ye Yiming looked up at Wu Yaolin charging towards him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly. His expression suddenly turned serious as the divine-level cultivation technique, Bloodthirsty Frenzy, circulated rapidly within him. He raised his right hand, forming a blade with his palm, and fiercely slashed at the oncoming Wu Yaolin.

"Blood Slash!"

"Ah!"

"Bang!" After Ye Yiming's loud shout of "Blood Slash," Wu Yaolin screamed and was sent flying backward. He slid for seven or eight meters upon landing, reaching the edge of the arena and nearly falling off.

Faced with such an outcome, the vast crowd fell silent for a moment!

"See? I told you I only need one move to defeat you! How about it? I wasn't wrong, was I?"

One move! It truly was just one move!