At the corner of the field, Yang Hanwu was talking to a young man.
The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He was wearing a green suit and had a thin face. His eyes were gloomy and occasionally flashed with a cold light.
"Cheng, that Yang Xuan was able to injure your brother Yang Gong in an instant. His strength is at least Stage Eight Internal Force. You must not underestimate him." Yang Hanwu said solemnly.
The young man's eyes flashed with a trace of ruthlessness. "That Yang Xuan is just a piece of trash. He only trained for a few months. How could he reach Stage Eight Internal Force? My brother is usually arrogant and has no combat experience. He must have underestimated his opponent and allowed Yang Xuan to take advantage of him. "
Yang Hanwu nodded. "A few days ago, that Yang Xuan was only at Stage Seven Internal Force. In such a short time, it is impossible for him to reach Stage Eight Internal Force. The most hateful thing is that Yang Xuan used some unknown method to make your brother turn pale at the mention of him. He doesn't even have the thought of revenge!"
"Hmph, I don't care what method he used. This time, he will pay with his blood!" The young man said hatefully.
The young man in the green suit was Yang Gong's brother, Yang Cheng. He was usually away from home. When he came back this time, he found out that his brother was injured by Yang Xuan. Although the treatment was timely and his leg was saved, the hatred could not be resolved.
Yang Hanwu patted Yang Cheng's shoulder. While no one was paying attention, he stuffed something into Yang Cheng's hand and said in a low voice, "This is something I took out from the family's treasury. Carry it with you, just in case!"
Yang Cheng looked down and was stunned. He did not expect his grandfather to take something like this out of the family treasury and give it to him. One must know that this was one of the most precious things in the treasury.
Yang Cheng nodded without batting an eyelid. He put away the item and said, "Don't worry, Grandfather. I will avenge my brother!"
Yang Hanwu did not say anything. He only nodded and turned to leave.
"Yang Xuan?" Yang Cheng sneered. "I will make him suffer a fate worse than death!"
At noon, along with 12 huge bell rings, Yang Qingshan and the other elders appeared on the wooden platform that had been set up and covered with a red carpet.
At this moment, everyone on the Drill Ground quieted down and stared at the rostrum.
There were no other decorations on the wooden platform, only nine pear wood chairs arranged in a row. Yang Qingshan and the other elders took their seats.
At this moment, Chief Steward Yang Yao stepped forward with a solemn expression and shouted loudly, "The Yang Clan Meeting officially begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, music and rites rang out. The Yang family disciples, who had been arranged beforehand, shouted in unison, "Raise the name of our family, raise the prestige of our family!" Their voices broke through the sky, shaking the trees around the drill ground. For a moment, their momentum was unparalleled.
The annual clan meeting had finally begun.
At first, Yang Xuan was still interested, but after a while, he became drowsy.
The Yang family meeting was no different from the annual meetings of some companies in his previous life.
It was nothing more than summarizing the present, looking forward to the future, rewarding some clansmen who had contributed, and announcing some personnel appointments.
After a long and tedious ceremony, the main event finally arrived.
After Yang Qingshan's short speech, the highly anticipated Clan Tournament finally began.
Only the third generation disciples were allowed to participate in the Clan Tournament, and their opponents were determined by drawing lots.
At the same time, in order to avoid unnecessary casualties and loss of the clan's elites, killing moves were prohibited in the Clan Tournament.
After the drawing of lots, it only took a moment for a servant to post up the list of match-ups.
It was Yang Xuan's first time participating in the Clan Tournament, so he wasn't clear about the rules.
At this moment, he looked up and saw that his name was number thirteen, and his opponent was an old acquaintance — Yang Jiaqiang.
Yang Xuan was also a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet Yang Jiaqiang first.
What he didn't know was that when Yang Jiaqiang saw his name next to Yang Xuan's, his face turned pale.
That day, Yang Xuan almost killed Yang Gong, who was at the seventh level of Internal Force, with his own eyes. Now, how could he have the guts to compete with Yang Xuan on the same stage?
"Let the Tournament begin!" Following the Chief Steward Yang Yaozheng's shout, the Clan Tournament began at the same time on several pre-built arenas in the spacious Drill Grounds.
Yang Xuan and Yang Jiaqiang were assigned to the fourth arena. Yang Xuan looked at the pale faced Yang Jiaqiang with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Yang Jiaqiang's heart was beating like a drum. He knew that with his sixth level of Internal Force cultivation, he could be considered as one of the top among the third generation disciples, but compared to Yang Xuan, he was like the difference between heaven and earth.
That day, Yang Gong was at the seventh level of Internal Force cultivation, but he was almost killed by Yang Xuan. The difference in strength was incalculable.
Although he wanted to admit defeat, he knew that if he did, he would never be able to raise his head in the Yang Clan again.
After hesitating for a long time, he gritted his teeth and decided to throw caution to the wind. After all, there was a rule in the Clan Tournament that forbade killing. He expected Yang Xuan to at most injure him, but not kill him.
However, if he knew that this was Yang Xuan's first time participating in the Clan Tournament and didn't know about this rule, he didn't know what to think.
At this time, the fourth arena was surrounded by many people. Many people wanted to see how Yang Xuan, a freak who couldn't cultivate, suddenly reached the seventh level of Internal Force. Even many of the second generation disciples and Clan Elders had their eyes on the arena.
Yang Jiaqiang secretly gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted, "Yang Xuan, come on!"
His voice was so loud that it startled many people who weren't prepared.
In fact, Yang Jiaqiang had a purpose in shouting. He wanted to attract everyone's attention so that Yang Xuan wouldn't dare to kill him.
Although he would lose face in front of everyone, it was easier to lose face than to be killed by Yang Xuan.
He was really scared out of his wits by Yang Xuan's performance the other day.
Following Yang Jiaqiang's shout, he took the initiative to attack.
He stomped his foot and jumped high into the air. From top to bottom, he threw a punch at Yang Xuan.
Yang Jiaqiang used 100% of his strength in this punch. It was unusually swift and fierce. Before he even arrived, the air above the arena was stirred up by the punch.
"Nice!" Below the arena, many people cheered when they saw the power of this punch.
"Yang Jiaqiang's punch is like a tiger's. The Internal Force in his body resonates with the essence of the Roaring Tiger Fist. It's really powerful!" Someone below the arena commented.
"With Yang Jiaqiang's Level Six Internal Force cultivation, he can make such a powerful punch. It's really rare!"
"I don't know how Yang Xuan will deal with it."
For a moment, many people were thinking about how they would deal with Yang Xuan if they were in his shoes.
Just as they were thinking about it, there was a sudden loud gasp. Below the fourth arena, there was a dead silence. Everyone's eyes were wide open as they stared blankly at the arena.
The second-generation disciples who were watching the fight were also shocked. They looked at the scene in the arena in disbelief. Even some elders who were secretly watching the fight were stunned.
In the arena, the scene seemed to be frozen. Yang Xuan's right hand was raised high and tightly held onto Yang Jiaqiang's neck. Yang Jiaqiang's body was limp. He looked at Yang Xuan in a daze as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
What was going on?
Around the arena, countless people sucked in a breath of cold air. They didn't know what had just happened.
However, there was one person who knew, and that was Yang Jiaqiang.
When Yang Jiaqiang gathered all the Internal Force in his body and attacked Yang Xuan, he thought that Yang Xuan might dodge and then knock him out of the arena. Or he might not dodge and fight back. Then, Yang Jiaqiang would spit out a mouthful of blood and be sent flying.
That's right, Yang Jiayou did not have any hopes of surviving a single move from Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan's terror had already been deeply imprinted in his heart. In the depths of his soul, a supreme figure had been carved into his heart, causing him to be on guard and fearful at all times.
However, he didn't expect that when he was about to hit Yang Xuan with his full strength, he suddenly saw a smile on the corner of Yang Xuan's mouth.
At that moment, he clearly saw Yang Xuan's smile as if it was in slow motion. He clearly saw Yang Xuan slowly raise his hand and gently pinch his throat.
He couldn't dodge, he couldn't dodge at all.
When Yang Xuan raised his hand, he seemed to feel a hot force around Yang Xuan's hand. Then, his Internal Force seemed to be burned by this force and disappeared in an instant. Then, he watched Yang Xuan's hand lightly pinch his throat.
Yang Jiaqiang felt that Yang Xuan's hand on his neck was like a red-hot soldering iron. It was so hot that his whole body couldn't help but spasm. Moreover, he seemed to smell the fragrance of barbecued meat. In an instant, the courage that he had worked so hard to muster disappeared without a trace. Great fear swept over him.
"Don't, don't kill … me!"
Yang Jiaqiang's eyes were full of fear and pleading. At this moment, he finally understood how Yang Gong felt that day.
Yang Xuan's eyes shot a light that pierced deeply into Yang Jiaqiang's eyes. In it, he saw pleading, fear, helplessness, awe, and — — surrender!
Yang Xuan suddenly wanted to laugh. He had no reason not to. How could he not laugh?
Who would have thought that Yang Jiaqiang, who looked at him as if he was an ant, was now in his hands like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy?
Every dog has its day. Thirty years to the east, thirty years to the west!
This was power, power! Only boundless power could trample all those who dared to despise him under his feet.
With a wave of his hand, Yang Xuan threw Yang Jiaqiang away like a dead dog. He fell out of the ring with a heavy thud.
Only then did everyone react. Cries of surprise rose and fell one after another.
"One move? It's actually only one move? Did I see wrongly? "
"What just happened? Who saw it clearly? "
"Ah, look, Yang Jiaqiang's neck!"
A person who was closer to Yang Jiaqiang suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked over and couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. They saw a clear handprint on Yang Jiaqiang's neck, as if it had been branded.
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