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Chapter 38

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After He Yixuan jumped out of the arena, his feet had just touched the ground when he suddenly felt a palm gently pressed against his right arm.

An incomparably pure Inner Energy flowed into his meridians like flowing water. He was pleasantly surprised. This Inner Energy was the Ripple Technique that he had cultivated. However, the other party's level of cultivation was obviously much higher than his. The moment this Inner Energy entered his body, it immediately circulated towards his right shoulder.

The meridians that had been injured by Xu Yude's fist immediately relaxed under the impact of this Inner Energy.

The healing effect of the Water Type Technique was displayed to its greatest extent at this moment. Traces of cool air spread from his meridians to his entire shoulder. The burning pain felt as if it had been cooled by ice, making him feel much better.

He Yixuan took a deep breath, his face revealing a look of shame.

In the He Family Manor, the only person who had cultivated the Water Type Technique Ripple Technique and had such attainments was his biological mother, Lin Wenyu.

He didn't expect his mother to come personally and see the scene of him being defeated. Thinking of this, He Yixuan's heart instantly turned gloomy. He wasn't afraid of his mother's scolding, but he was afraid of letting his parents down and making him sad.

But at this moment, a familiar and somewhat tender voice rang in his ears, "Third Brother, how are you feeling?"

He Yixuan was slightly startled. He turned his head and his eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

The person beside him wasn't his mother as he had guessed. It was his sixth brother, He Yiming. However, what really made him feel incredulous was that at this moment, Sixth Brother's palm was gently supporting his right arm. From the place where their palms touched, an incomparably pure Water-type Internal Energy endlessly entered his body and warmed his meridians.

He Yixuan's expression instantly became extremely strange. There was only one thought in his mind. Didn't his sixth brother cultivate the Gold Type Technique? When did his Water Type Technique reach such a level?

"Brother He Yixuan, thank you for letting me win."

On the arena, Xu Yucai said in a clear voice. He had completely retracted his aura, but standing on the arena, he still looked majestic, like a towering mountain. That demon-like image just now was forever engraved in the hearts of all onlookers.

Soft whispers that seemed to be deliberately controlled slowly rang out. Everyone was talking about the final attack just now.

Although He Yixuan also displayed a strength that few people could reach, in front of Xu Yucai's fierce attack, he had already become insignificant, and no one cared about him anymore.

He Yixuan's face instantly flushed red. He clenched his fists tightly as a trace of hatred flickered in his eyes. "Brother Xu Yucai is truly powerful. A year later, Yixuan will come again to seek guidance. I hope that at that time, Brother Yucai will not be stingy with his guidance."

Xu Yucai laughed loudly and said, "As long as Brother Yixuan is interested, I'll definitely keep you company."

He Yixuan nodded slightly. He pulled Yiming's hand and said softly, "Let's go."

However, he soon realized that his sixth brother's hand was as steady as Mount Tai and did not move at all. He raised his head in surprise and saw the fierce look in his sixth brother's eyes.

"Third Brother, let me try," He Yiming said in a deep voice.

He Yixuan was slightly startled and subconsciously let go of his hand. He Yiming nodded slightly. His figure flashed and he had already jumped onto the arena.

Looking at his sixth brother in the arena, He Yixuan suddenly felt that he had become somewhat unfamiliar.

At this moment, he remembered that it was this sixth brother who already had the qualifications to sit with the elders and his eldest brother. It was this sixth brother who had fought his eldest brother to a draw in the New Year's competition. It was also this sixth brother who had killed the fugitive Hu Bin who had fled to Taicang County.

Perhaps it was because of the close distance that all this was hidden. It was not until the moment he stepped forward that people realized that this boy had already done so many different things.

In a trance, He Yixuan finally realized that Yiming was no longer the youth from a year and a half ago who was bitterly worried about how to break through the fifth barrier. Now he had grown into a towering tree, enough to shelter the He family village from the sun and rain.

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He Yiming's figure moved slightly and he jumped onto the arena. His actions were clearly out of everyone's expectations.

Although everyone saw him standing together with He Yixuan and guessed his identity, they were certain that he was a member of the He family village. But his youthful face made everyone subconsciously overlook him.

After all, at his age, no matter how much he cultivated, he could not be compared to Xu Yucai and He Yixuan who were already in their twenties.

The difference of ten years between the two adults was not a big deal. But if there was a difference of ten years between a youth and a young man, then the gap between them was too big.

Xu Yucai frowned slightly and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He Yiming imitated his third brother and cupped his fists and said, "The sixth son of the He family, Yiming, would like to learn from you."

"He Yiming?" Xu Yucai's eyes revealed a hint of surprise, but he quickly covered it up. He laughed and said, "Little brother, if you want to fight in the arena, that's fine, but you have to get your parents' permission first."

The crowd could no longer hold back their laughter. Although Xu Yucai's words were a little harsh, everyone deeply agreed with him when they saw the difference in size between the two of them.

Amidst the laughter of the crowd, He Yiming raised a finger. There was not the slightest trace of anger on his face. Instead, there was still a casual smile on his face.

His finger swayed gently in front of him. His mouth opened slightly and he said slowly, "One move."

He didn't shout with all his might, but his voice, which sounded like a conversation between friends and family, instantly reached the ears of everyone on the stage.

Even though this voice sounded light and airy, it was still clearly audible even in the midst of the clamor that was as lively as a wet market.

Slowly, the crowd's laughter stopped. The ordinary people looked at each other. They did not understand the reason behind it, but they vaguely felt a chill run down their spines.

On the other hand, Xu Yude and Xu Yucai's expressions turned somewhat ugly. This was because they both knew that this young man in front of them who had yet to reach adulthood was definitely not something they could do.

At this moment, their hearts were immediately raised, and their gazes became extremely sharp.

"What did you say?" Xu Yucai said word by word.

He Yiming stretched out his right index finger and pointed at Xu Yucai. His voice was filled with confidence. "I said, I only need one move to defeat you."

The arena immediately quieted down, but after a short while, there was a burst of laughter again. This time, the crowd did not have any scruples, but there was a hint of understanding and kindness in the laughter.

If this sentence came from the mouth of an adult, the crowd would definitely laugh at him for overestimating himself, but it was different for a youth.

Xu Yucai was so angry that he laughed. "One move? You said I can't take one move from you? "

"That's right." He Yiming said, "Do you want to give it a try?"

Xu Yucai snorted coldly and turned to leave with a flick of his sleeve.

He chose to leave at this time, but no one said anything because other than He Yiming, there was no one else who believed him.

Just as he was about to go down, He Yiming's mocking voice was heard again. "So the people of Xu Castle are all cowards."

The laughter below the arena immediately disappeared as if it was cut by a knife. Xu Yucai, who had one foot on the edge of the arena, stopped and slowly turned around. His face was full of black gas, and his voice seemed to burst out from his teeth. "Kid, what did you say?"

He Yiming put his hands behind his back and said, "Since you don't dare to fight me, what are you if not a coward?"

A ferocious look slowly appeared on Xu Yucai's face. His voice spread far and wide as he said, "Very well, kid, you asked for it."

With that, the momentum on his body suddenly gushed out like a monstrous wave. His body, which was already close to two meters tall, seemed to have grown bigger again.

The image of a demonic god was enriched once again, and it was even more intense than before.

Everyone had this kind of feeling. Under the stimulation of He Yiming's words, Xu Yucai had already gone crazy. Therefore, he wanted to kill He Yiming on the stage regardless of everything.

Just as the crowd had this feeling, Xu Yucai had already leaped forward. In an instant, he rushed a few meters away and punched He Yiming.

The crowd's eyes were attracted by the punch. They watched everything with their mouths agape, and they began to imagine He Yiming's tragic ending.

However, at this moment, the smile on He Yiming's face did not disappear.

He raised his right hand and gently clenched it. The moment he clenched his right fist, the crowd had an extremely mysterious feeling. It was as if he was not only holding a fist, but also a feeling that he was in control of everything.

As he clenched his fist, the surrounding air quickly surged toward him. It was as if there was a huge vortex there, and it even tightly grasped Xu Yucai's enormous aura in his palm.

Subsequently, He Yiming punched. His fist followed a straight line and met Xu Yucai's fist in mid-air.

Fist against fist,

Force against force,

Force against force …

A loud boom was heard, and it was as if metal and stone had collided, rippling far and wide.

He Yiming stood on the arena with his feet apart. His small figure was like a lofty mountain, and he looked arrogant.

Xu Yucai, who was like a demon-like god earlier, was like a kite with a broken string. He flew out of the arena with a rain of blood.

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