First Young Master Di was completely stunned, his eyes boring into Ye Wushuang as if to see right through him. He couldn’t believe Ye Wushuang had learned the Seven Kills Fist on the spot, only to use that very same technique to defeat him.

At that moment, no one could possibly understand the depths of the shock felt by First Young Master Di and Second Young Master Di.

The Seven Kills Fist was a Fist Technique comparable to a Saint-Level Combat Skill. Its Cultivation was unimaginably difficult. Forget learning it in secret; even with legitimate training, mastering it took an incredibly long time.

And yet, in the brief span of a single battle, Ye Wushuang had managed to learn the Seven Kills Fist and was now using it against them.

Moreover, the version Ye Wushuang executed seemed even more like the true Seven Kills Fist. His mastery of the Fist Technique was superior to their own, despite their years of painstaking Cultivation.

It was like a vicious slap to their faces, one they had to silently endure.

"Impossible, impossible..."

First Young Master Di muttered to himself, growing more horrified the more he thought about it. Unconsciously, a thought crept into his mind: ’Maybe I really am as ignorant as Ye Wushuang said!’

Ye Wushuang watched First Young Master Di and shook his head. In truth, he didn’t know much about the Seven Kills Fist.

However, he understood that the Seven Kills Fist was similar to his own Eight Kills of Battle. Combined with the hand gestures he had seen Third Young Master Di use previously, he had already memorized seventy to eighty percent of the technique. Now, after seeing First Young Master Di perform it, he understood it completely. By using the Eight Kills of Battle as a foundation, he was able to unleash sixty to seventy percent of the Seven Kills Fist’s true power.

But First Young Master Di knew none of this. To him, it was all simply too shocking.

Likewise, Second Young Master Di was frozen in shock. Ye Wushuang’s existence posed an immense threat. If he had figured out the weaknesses of the Seven Kills Fist, it would be a devastating blow to the Seven Kills Family.

’Ye Wushuang must die!’

First Young Master Di understood this as well. His expression darkened, his eyes radiating boundless killing intent. Taking a large step, he charged at Ye Wushuang again. A blazing light erupted from his body—wild, vast, and humming with destructive power.

"Ye Wushuang, you may know that my Seven Kills Family has the Seven Kills Fist, but you don’t know that our most powerful Fist Technique is the Seven Injuries Fist! It’s a technique that injures the user for eight hundred to wound the enemy for a thousand."

First Young Master Di roared coldly, his Fist Seal like a mountain and his Fist Force like a blade. The entire battle stage was filled with a wild, tyrannical power. His black hair whipped about as he glared at Ye Wushuang, his eyes wide with fury.

"You damned waste! Let’s see you handle this!"

BOOM!

His ferocious roar boomed through the air. Like a beam of light, First Young Master Di’s figure shot forward, appearing before Ye Wushuang in an instant.

A fierce gale whipped up Ye Wushuang’s white robes and sent his black hair streaming behind him, threatening to blow him right off the stage.

"Waste! Die, die, die!"

First Young Master Di roared as he unleashed the Seven Injuries Fist. Veins bulged on his arms like coiling vipers, and his power surged dramatically.

This level of power already surpassed what he had used against Yang Dingtian.

He had planned to hide this strength during his first match, saving it for the later fights.

However, he never expected Yang Dingtian to give him no chance at all, striking him down with a single, overwhelmingly powerful blow and turning him into a laughingstock.

But now, facing Ye Wushuang—the great enemy who had stolen the secrets of the Seven Kills Fist—he had to destroy him to prevent the technique from falling into the hands of an outsider.

’Ye Wushuang is terrifying. I have to use my strongest power to destroy him.’

The moment the Seven Injuries Fist shot toward Ye Wushuang, a tyrannical gale seemed to lift him off his feet. A terrifying storm engulfed him, and for a moment, the crowd thought they were witnessing his demise, about to be torn to shreds.

BOOM!

However, just as the roaring wind struck, Ye Wushuang moved again. In the blink of an eye, he retreated more than ten meters, stopping at the very edge of the battle stage.

First Young Master Di’s fist didn’t slow, continuing to tear through the air toward him. The power erupting from it was now even more terrifying!

But Ye Wushuang’s eyes remained perfectly calm and composed.

He quietly watched First Young Master Di charge, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. ’You think I can’t feel your killing intent?’

"Heavenly Concealing Hand!"

Ye Wushuang spoke, his calm voice echoing through the air.

Instantly, a massive, blood-red hand materialized, blotting out the sky. Like the hand of a demon god, it slammed down with suppressive force.

In an instant, the sky turned crimson as if stained with blood. The energy emanating from the hand made the entire area tremble.

「Below the battle stage.」

Second Young Master Di abruptly took a step forward, his gaze hardening as he stared fixedly at Ye Wushuang. ’That palm strike... it’s terrifying!’

At the same time, Mo Wentian’s eyes narrowed, a fervent glint flickering within them.

’The Heavenly Concealing Hand...’ He was very familiar with the Combat Skill Ye Wushuang was using. ’It’s a Saint-Level Combat Skill!’

’Its power... it’s so, so strong!’

He had previously obtained this Combat Skill from Ye Wushuang. Now, witnessing its true power firsthand, he could barely contain his excitement.

BOOM!

The Heavenly Concealing Hand was a Saint-Level Combat Skill. Once its Cultivation reached Great Success, its power could seemingly subdue the very heavens. As the palm descended, First Young Master Di’s Seven Injuries Fist rose up to meet it, but it was still not enough to block the blow.

CRACK!

His knees suddenly shattered, and he was forced toward the ground.

First Young Master Di’s expression twisted in horror, his forehead drenched in sweat.

"Is this all the strength you have? You keep calling me a waste, but if I’m a waste, what does that make you?"

Ye Wushuang retorted coldly. It was laughable. First Young Master Di kept calling him a waste, yet both of his attacks had been suppressed, failing to even faze him.

If Ye Wushuang was a waste, then wasn’t he, First Young Master Di, even less than a waste?

"Suppress!"

Ye Wushuang let out a cold cry. A dragon of golden True Essence poured into the Heavenly Concealing Hand, which crashed down and slammed First Young Master Di flat against the ground.

The battle stage trembled, threatening to collapse.

PTHOO!

First Young Master Di spat out mouthfuls of blood. He tried to get up, but found he couldn’t move.

’Injure oneself for eight hundred to wound the enemy for a thousand.’ He had used the Seven Injuries Fist, but he hadn’t managed to harm Ye Wushuang in the slightest!

"For your ignorance, death is the most fitting response."

Ye Wushuang stepped forward, raised his right leg high, and brought it down like an axe. First Young Master Di raised his arm to block, but it was useless. Ye Wushuang’s leg instantly shattered his arm, driving the broken limb into First Young Master Di’s chest. Blood sprayed from his lips. His eyes went wide, and he collapsed, dead.

Ye Wushuang had killed First Young Master Di!

The crowd’s gazes locked onto the stage. They had all expected First Young Master Di to win, but the outcome was the complete opposite. Not only had he lost, but he had paid with his life. The fight had been utterly spectacular!

"You damned animal, you dared to kill him!"

Below the stage, Second Young Master Di let out a savage roar, his eyes filled with boundless hatred and killing intent. ’Ye Wushuang killed Third Young Master Di, and now he’s killed First Young Master Di!’

"Idiot!"

Ye Wushuang turned his head and spat out a single, cold word. From the very beginning, the Di Family had thought he was an easy target, trying to kill him. When they couldn’t win, they resorted to underhanded schemes. And just now, First Young Master Di had repeatedly sworn to end his life.

And now, Second Young Master Di had the audacity to ask how he dared to kill First Young Master Di. It was a laughable question. If that didn’t make him an idiot, what did?