"The Azure Demon Swordsman Wang Li Ren..."
Fayun repeated the title Ye Ling had spoken, his gaze sharpening completely. "This old monk remembers your name, benefactor. If you can withstand this palm strike from me, I am willing to introduce you to my friends, allowing you to become the number one under heaven faster."
"If you cannot withstand this palm strike, then your life shall remain here."
Ye Ling chuckled, "Just come at me. I will make you yield."
"Such big talk! Let's see if your strength can match your arrogance!"
A sharp glint flashed through Fayun's eyes. He crouched slightly, stomping on the floor and shattering it as he lunged at Ye Ling!
At this moment, Fayun's palms had turned golden, as if nothing could break them!
"Wrathful Vajra Palm!"
Boom!
Fayun roared, stirring up a gale that made Ye Ling's clothes flutter wildly!
"This is bad! The abbot is using his ultimate skill right from the start!" Wu Mei exclaimed in shock upon seeing Fayun's palm technique, her face filled with horror. "Husband, be careful!"
The Wrathful Vajra Palm was the signature skill of the Mad Monk of the Angry Sea, Fayun, possessing the power to split heaven and earth.
To this day, no one in the martial world had been able to take a palm strike from Fayun and survive!
Years ago, Fayun had used this very palm to shatter thousands of miles of land!
Ye Ling, facing Fayun who carried a terrifying pressure, still wore a smile. Without dodging, he thrust the branch in his hand, precisely hitting Fayun's palm.
"A mere twig, how can it block this old monk?"
Fayun roared, preparing to use his indestructible palms to crush the twig and Ye Ling together into a meat paste. But as his palm touched the twig, it pierced through his palm as easily as piercing tofu!
Blood splattered out, and the tip of the bloodied twig stopped before Fayun's eyes.
"What?"
Infinite shock appeared on Fayun's face, disbelief in his eyes.
He had cultivated the "Wrathful Vajra Art" to its peak. His entire body was as hard as iron and stone, and his palms were utterly indestructible!
Not to mention ordinary swords and sabers, even divine weapons could not harm his body in the slightest!
Yet now, Ye Ling, with just an ordinary twig, had pierced his strongest defense – his palm…
What was happening now was completely beyond Fayun's imagination.
It wasn't just Fayun; Wu Mei, who was watching from the side, was completely stunned.
She knew very well how strong one's body became after cultivating the "Wrathful Vajra Art" to its peak!
And Ye Ling, using only a twig to break through Fayun's defense, was not something that could be achieved by sheer strength alone. Ye Ling must also possess pure internal energy far exceeding Fayun's!
But in the entire Wu Dynasty, there were not even three renowned masters whose internal energy was as pure as Fayun's, let alone those whose internal energy strength far surpassed Fayun's – there were none at all!
"Husband… who exactly are you?"
Wu Mei stared blankly at Ye Ling, increasingly curious about his identity, and began to feel grateful that heaven had favored her, giving her such a powerful reliance in her time of desperation.
As Wu Mei was in contemplation, Fayun's heart also became unusually restless.
"Who… who is this fellow?"
Fayun felt the pain in his palm, his anger and unwillingness gradually transforming into fear and shock.
The moment he clashed with Ye Ling, he understood… if Ye Ling's strike had not aimed for his palm but for his throat… he would be dead by now.
Someone could kill him with just a twig?
Before meeting Ye Ling, Fayun could never have imagined such a thing could happen in the world!
And after meeting Ye Ling, Fayun suddenly felt that his cultivation for the first half of his life had been fed to the dogs.
Comparing oneself to others leads to anger!
"Abbot, next, it's my turn to strike."
Just as Fayun was sinking into despair, Ye Ling's soft words instantly brought him back to his senses.
Fayun jolted and quickly shouted, "Benefactor! Wait, this old monk…"
"Abbot, take this palm!"
Before Fayun could finish speaking, Ye Ling's left hand had already struck!
"If I take this palm strike, I might die! But if I don't, I'll die even faster!"
Fayun felt his scalp tingle as he looked at Ye Ling's seemingly ordinary palm strike. He quickly calculated, gathering all the strength he had accumulated over the past twenty years into his uninjured left palm, attempting to block Ye Ling's strike!
Bang!
As their palms collided, Fayun's arm bone instantly shattered. He was sent flying like a cannonball, smashing through the great hall's wall, out of the mountain, and down a cliff!
"Abbot!"
Wu Mei stared dumbfounded at the human-shaped hole in the wall, her mind a complete blank.
Was the gap between the Mad Monk of the Angry Sea and her husband… truly this vast?
"Lan'er, go and bring him back. My palm strike just now should have shattered all his bones," Ye Ling said, clapping his hands as if he had done something trivial, instructing Bai Lan, who was watching the excitement.
"Mm."
Bai Lan nodded slightly. She leaped out, rushing out of the great hall at extreme speed, and jumped off the cliff. Before Fayun could hit the ground, she caught him and brought him back to the Tian Yin Temple.
Bai Lan's displayed movement technique, however, shocked Wu Mei even further.
Bai Lan's ghost-like movement technique was also unrivaled in the martial world!
This master and disciple were both monsters!
"Abbot, how do you feel?"
Ye Ling looked at Fayun, who lay limply on the ground, unable to move. While using his Creation Power to transform into the unique internal energy of the Extreme Martial Domain to heal Fayun, he asked.
"This old monk concedes… I am utterly convinced." Fayun lay motionless on the floor, his expression one of utter despair.
His confidence had been completely shattered by Ye Ling and Bai Lan.
In fact, as he fell off the cliff, his life had flashed before his eyes, recalling all the events of his life.
In his opinion, dying at the hands of an unparalleled master like Ye Ling was a perfect ending. After all, in the entire Wu Dynasty, there was no other expert like Ye Ling.
Such a monstrous talent, encountered once in ten thousand years, his death was not unjust.
As a result… just when he thought he was surely going to die, Bai Lan leaped off the ten-thousand-foot cliff, caught him with her incomprehensible ghost-like movement technique, and used the Cloud Ascending Step to bring him back to Tian Yin Temple!
This meant that besides Ye Ling, there was another monster present whom he could not understand!
The thought that both Ye Ling and Bai Lan's strength far surpassed his own, Fayun's confidence vanished completely, and he could only passively accept Ye Ling's treatment.
And while Ye Ling was treating Fayun, he did not excessively display the power of his Creation Power. After allowing Fayun's broken bones to heal on their own and clearing out the internal injuries, he stopped the treatment.
Even so, Ye Ling's medical skills far exceeded Fayun's imagination.
In Fayun's view, with his entire body's bones shattered, even if he survived, he would become a cripple.
But now, Ye Ling not only saved his life but also preserved his martial arts. Such superb medical skills were likely beyond even the White Hand Medical Sage of Medicine Valley!
"Supreme martial arts, peerless medical skills… Azure Demon Swordsman Wang Li Ren, who exactly are you?" Fayun was completely broken. He stared intently at Ye Ling, his voice trembling as he asked.
How could such a monster exist in the world?
He could not believe that such a powerful figure was an unknown person in the martial world!
"I already told you…" Ye Ling chuckled. "I am going to be the number one under heaven."
Fayun's body trembled.
Hearing Ye Ling's words again, Fayun felt no doubt or mockery in his heart.
At this moment, all he felt was boundless reverence.
Now, in Fayun's eyes, the Azure Demon Swordsman Wang Li Ren…
Was the undisputed number one under heaven!