"Damn it!"
Huyan Zhen punched the edge of the platform, sending rubble flying.
"Grandfather..."
Huyan Li started to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Huyan Zhen shouted angrily: "Shut your mouth!"
Huyan Zhen's face was sullen: "I command you to take action as the Sect Leader! Dare to defy me and you'll know the punishment!"
"This..."
The four people's faces looked grim. Although they didn't want to act, the Sect Leader's order couldn't be ignored...
Helplessly, the four of them had no choice but to change their target and rush toward Ye Yu.
However, Tang San and the others didn't stop them, which surprised Huyan Zhen — they actually didn't block them.
"Hmph, even if they wanted to block, they couldn't." Huyan Zhen thought, believing that Tang San's four had little Soul Power left, having controlled seven people earlier, with the other three attacking Huyan Li's head with full force, consuming a lot of Soul Power.
Ye Yu had just sat down, the cards just dealt, and luck seemed to have arrived. But seeing the four rushing from behind, he felt helpless.
As the four approached Ye Yu, their fists were inches from his back, and Huyan Zhen sneered: "A Support Type stronger than Ah Li and the others? I don't believe it. I'll find out the real reason they're afraid to fight and step down later, but you, kid, have embarrassed our Xiangjia Sect. Get off the stage! Defeating three support types will give the Xiangjia Team a chance to..."
Yet, before Huyan Zhen could utter the last word, his eyes widened in shock and he froze in place.
Ye Yu had turned around, his left arm covered in Golden Bone Armor, and his golden fist thunderously lashed out.
Boom!
One punch, four muffled thuds, and before they could attack Ye Yu, they were sent flying by the violent force like cannonballs.
Bang, bang, bang, bang...
They were hurled a hundred meters away, landing outside the platform, each grimacing in pain, a trace of blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Huyan Zhen was stupefied... He thought victory was within reach, but suddenly all four were blasted off the platform...
"Referee, announce the results."
Ye Yu's words snapped the stunned referee back to reality, who loudly announced: "Match on Platform 3 is over; Shrek Team wins! One more point!"
Ye Yu sighed lightly: "I told you not to mess with me, but you insisted on coming at me. This time, it's not your fault but your Sect Leader's stupidity. Remember, the main reason you lost this battle is because of him."
Ye Yu's words made Huyan Zhen's face extremely grim.
Huyan Li was speechless: "Grandfather, you really are confused! We chose to step down voluntarily because his strength is too formidable!"
Huyan Zhen's face darkened; he thought his grandson was familiar with the opponent and chose to step down as a favor, but he didn't expect it was truly due to the opponent's strength?
This... how could it be... clearly just a Support Type.
Not only was Huyan Zhen incredulous, but those unfamiliar with Ye Yu questioned everything. Is this really a Support Type? How could he be this formidable?
Everyone also thought it was a favor until they realized it was out of dread for his strength. Although they considered it might be the case, no one wanted to believe it. The three most talented young geniuses of the Xiangjia Sect, afraid of a Support Type to the point of voluntarily forfeiting the match?
This was even more baffling, so they preferred to stick with their assumptions.
"His left arm, is that a Soul Bone too?"
"It must be, otherwise how could a Support Type be this formidable, his strength this powerful; it must be because of the Soul Bone."
"This team battle, unprecedented, never have I seen a support lead a team to victory!"
...
The crowd buzzed in shock.
Huyan Zhen looked at Ye Yu's left arm's Soul Bone with astonishment: "A Soul Bone, and an even rarer External Soul Bone?"
Huyan Li was very angry: "Grandfather, you're so muddle-headed! If you hadn't sent those four up, he would have continued playing cards, and our four against Shrek's other four wouldn't necessarily have lost!"
At this moment, Huyan Zhen couldn't say a word; indeed, it was all because of him.
Deeply regretting it, Huyan Zhen could do nothing but leave with a flick of his sleeve.
Beside Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong sighed lightly: "Indeed a super demon."
Swoosh!
What surprised Ning Fengzhi was Emperor Xue Ye angrily stood up, glaring at Xue Xing, and said to the nearby Royal Family member: "Bring Xue Xing to my chamber!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The more monstrous Ye Yu's display of strength, the more furious it made Emperor Xue Ye.
Xue Xing wanted to leave quickly but was intercepted by a high-ranking officer: "Prince Xue Xing, His Majesty requests your presence."
"Understood." Xue Xing's face was gloomy, uneasy and flustered, sure of receiving another punishment.
The three chief judges beside Meng Shenji relished his misfortune; he brought it on himself.
Salas fixed his eyes on Ye Yu, determined to recruit this youth into the Martial Soul Hall.
After the match, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Gu Rong came forward to offer their congratulations.
Seeing Ye Yu having a friendly chat with Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo, Salas furrowed his brows, feeling heavy at heart. Such a prodigy, walking closely with the Seven Treasure Glaze Sect, made recruitment difficult.
Meanwhile, secretly observing Ye Yu was another person: Xue Qinghe.
Xue Qinghe sighed lightly: "Indeed, extraordinary, not merely a Support Type; it seems I need to get closer to him to understand him better."
Back in the resting chamber, the Master said nothing, though Ye Yu had acted, the strength he displayed was just the tip of the iceberg, not having much impact.
Oscar admired: "Boss Yu, when you take to the field in future matches, I absolutely want to join too, not only to win easily but to play poker while at it."
Ye Yu nodded: "Sure."
As Ye Yu and the others left the resting chamber, they bumped into a dejected, woebegone Xue Xing.
Ye Yu said: "Prince Xue Xing, you always seem to be frowning recently. What, criticized again?"
Xue Xing knew Ye Yu was mocking him, but couldn't retort, holding back his anger, he hurried off.
Seeing Xue Xing's sorry state, Ye Yu and the others felt a rush of satisfaction every time; serving him right for his previous arrogance.
In the following week, the Shrek Team competed in three matches and won them all. Except for the relatively stronger Xiangjia Team, no other team posed any threat.
Today, Ye Yu and the others arrived in Great Fighting Soul City, suddenly spotting a team led by Shi Nian, with students whom Ye Yu had previously injured - those eleven people.
"Why are they here?" Ma Hongjun asked, puzzled.
The Master said: "Changed uniforms, likely representing other academies that signed up, so now eligible to compete."
"Is that so, well then, perfect, previously Brother Yu beat them up, and we wanted to thrash them too. Now we have the chance." Ma Hongjun's fighting spirit soared.