Chapter 778: The Big Footprint

"You reckless fool!"

Peng Yan's fury was thoroughly ignited by Ye Yuan. A long blade appeared in his hand.

Primordial power surged; the power of heaven and earth within the small realm of the arena was soon under his control.

He intended to plunder all the power around Ye Yuan!

This was the strength of a Boundless Realm martial artist—they could control the power of a small realm of heaven and earth, making it serve them.

To some extent, battles between Boundless Realm martial artists were battles over the plundering of heaven and earth's power!

Whoever had stronger control would dominate the entire battle.

Clearly, in this regard, Spirit Travel Realm martial artists were at a great disadvantage.

"This is a battle with no suspense at all. Peng Yan's move is ruthless enough. That kid probably feels like crying right now, doesn't he?"

"A Spirit Travel Realm facing a Boundless Realm is almost an unsolvable situation. Without heaven and earth's power to use, no matter how strong the martial technique, it can't unleash its power."

"Unless this kid's artistic conception comprehension is several streets ahead of Peng Yan's, and he can break through Peng Yan's control with the powerful fluctuation of his artistic conception. But how is that possible? Peng Yan's blade intent is probably not far from comprehending the embryonic form of supreme true intent, right?"

Peng Yan's terrifying blade intent sent chills down the spines of the martial artists below the arena, showing how strong his blade intent was.

Wanting to surpass Peng Yan by several streets in artistic conception was simply impossible!

Even Yang Wenmiao couldn't do it!

If Yang Wenmiao were only at Spirit Travel Seventh Level, he would absolutely not be Peng Yan's match.

Even if his artistic conception comprehension were much stronger than Peng Yan's.

"Without heaven and earth's power to use, I want to see where your arrogance comes from! Sunset Wild Blade!"

Peng Yan did not take Ye Yuan lightly.

Those few kicks earlier were somewhat unexpected, but they also proved that Ye Yuan was no ordinary Spirit Travel Realm martial artist; his strength could rival a Boundless Realm.

Otherwise, a mere Spirit Travel Realm, even if catching him off guard, couldn't have made him suffer.

But so what?

His, Peng Yan's, goal was never this small Ye City!

An unknown Spirit Travel Realm brat, no matter how strong, how could he be a match for him?

Powerful blade intent swept toward Ye Yuan like a tidal wave.

"Ye Yuan, be careful!" Below the arena, Xiang Hao clenched his fists and shouted in alarm.

Seeing this strike, Xiang Hao realized how vast the gap between himself and Peng Yan was!

Their gap was not just a minor realm; the difference in artistic conception was even greater!

Even Yang Wenmiao, who had been aloof and lonely on the arena, now opened his eyes and looked toward this arena.

Clearly, Peng Yan's strike surprised him slightly.

However, his gaze locked onto that slightly frail figure.

What he wanted to see more was how strong Ye Yuan really was.

He wanted to confirm that his feeling was not wrong!

Ye Yuan's sword path attainment should be very strong!

But Ye Yuan disappointed him.

Suddenly, Ye Yuan's aura surged to its peak, and the violent true dragon force shot straight into the clouds!

At the same time, a wave of heat exploded instantly. Two extremely powerful auras merged before everyone's eyes.

"Blazing Dragon Slaughter!"

A fire dragon burst forth violently, charging barbarically toward the blade intent.

Everyone's expression changed. They couldn't imagine that a Spirit Travel Seventh Level could unleash such a powerful strike, confronting Peng Yan at Boundless Seventh Level head-on!

The control power of the Boundless Realm was nothing but a joke in the face of this Blazing Dragon Slaughter!

Both the true dragon force and the scorching true intent could easily break that control power!

"Boom!"

Peng Yan suffered a massive impact, his body unable to stop retreating.

"Whoa..."

A burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd, because Peng Yan had retreated to the edge of the arena. One more step back, and he would fall off.

The isolation formation of this arena allowed exit but not entry.

Those outside couldn't enter, but those inside falling out were unaffected.

If Peng Yan fell directly, he would lose!

Peng Yan gritted his teeth, forcibly activating the chaotic primordial power in his body. His body sank sharply, and he finally managed to stand at the very edge of the arena.

"Phew..."

Peng Yan exhaled heavily, secretly relieved in his heart.

If he had really fallen, that would have been embarrassing.

"Whoa..."

Another burst of exclamation erupted from the crowd. Before Peng Yan understood what was happening, his vision suddenly darkened. A large foot appeared directly before his eyes, growing larger and larger!

"Bang!"

Peng Yan's body flew backward again, directly falling off the arena and rolling far away.

Ye Yuan, somehow, had already arrived in front of Peng Yan. He kicked him in the face, sending him straight off the arena.

"Pfft..."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Especially Xiang Hao, who felt immensely relieved!

Kicking someone in the face off the arena—that was what Peng Yan had said to humiliate him.

But now, Peng Yan himself was kicked in the face and sent off by Ye Yuan.

What goes around comes around!

That guy Ye Yuan really meant what he said. When he came on stage, he said he would seek justice for him, and now he really did!

He never expected Ye Yuan's strength to be so formidable. He had looked down on Ye Yuan before, thinking he was bragging.

Now it seemed that Ye Yuan simply didn't bother to explain!

A martial artist's strength is never bragged about but earned through every punch and kick!

"Haha, well done, Ye Yuan! So satisfying! Hey, that guy, didn't he like stepping on others' faces? How come he got stepped on now? Haha..." Pei Wenqiang laughed loudly.

Pei Wenqiang had also been stifled for a long time, and with Ye Yuan's kick, he was completely released.

Wu Jianqing's face was extremely ugly. He never imagined that Peng Yan would only last one round on the arena!

Not only did he last one round, but he was also kicked in the face by a Spirit Travel Realm brat and sent off.

This kick wasn't just on Peng Yan's face; it was on Wu Jianqing's face too!

However, Wu Jianqing was also somewhat alarmed by Ye Yuan's strength.

A Spirit Travel Seventh Level brat could actually clash head-on with a Boundless Seventh Level—it was simply unimaginable.

And without a doubt, in that previous clash, Ye Yuan had actually held a slight upper hand. Otherwise, how could he have stabilized his stance before Peng Yan and kicked him off?

Where did that Pei Wenqiang find such a freak?

Peng Yan shot up from the ground like a spring, but a clearly visible big footprint was stamped on his face, looking extremely comical.

Seeing his face, the crowd burst into laughter again.

The previous nine kicks had only looked unsightly but hadn't actually done much to Peng Yan.

But this kick, Ye Yuan had landed solidly. That big footprint was entirely formed by bruising.

"Kid, just you wait! I'll repay today's humiliation double tomorrow!" Peng Yan roared furiously.