The crowd’s gaze was fixed on the impending collision above the Battle Platform.

Below the Battle Platform, amidst the gazes of the entire crowd, Patriarch Nan and the rest of the Nan Family stared intently. Nan Shan was their family’s number one genius, and they were filled with anticipation!

ROAR!

The White Tiger roared, swiping violently at the blood-red hand and tearing a hole through it!

At the same time, the blood-red hand descended upon the White Tiger. The void trembled, and the White Tiger’s body plummeted before violently disintegrating, sending shockwaves spreading out in all directions.

BOOM!

The blood-red hand crushed the shockwaves and slammed down. BAM! The Battle Platform itself seemed on the verge of being sent flying. An energy storm swirled upward, engulfing the stage.

"Nan Shan!"

"Brother Nan Shan!"

Below the stage, the faces of everyone from the Nan Family changed drastically. They wished they could rush onto the Battle Platform, but they lacked the power to break through the defensive barrier.

On the Battle Platform, the crowd watched on. ’That palm strike from Ye Wushuang... so powerful!’

’I wonder how Nan Shan is doing?’

Ye Wushuang stood quietly on the stage, the wild wind whipping his hair and robes. His deep, sharp eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through everything, were fixed on the center of the storm.

This palm strike was a way of honoring Nan Shan. He respected his opponent and had unleashed the energy of eighty-one Qi Vortexes. It didn’t matter if he exposed some of his strength.

The energy storm finally dissipated a moment later. When the crowd looked forward, they saw Nan Shan’s body sprawled on the ground!

"Nan Shan!"

Seeing this, Patriarch Nan clenched his fists.

"Hahaha, the number one genius of the Nan Family can’t even take a single palm strike before he’s kissing the floor. What a piece of trash."

Next to the Nan Family, a group of disciples from the Feather Race contingent burst out laughing.

"You bastards! Are you looking to die?!"

Hearing this, Patriarch Nan’s face turned grim. A powerful aura uncontrollably erupted from his body, instantly causing the laughing Feather Race disciples’ expressions to change.

"Patriarch Nan, young people speak without thinking. Surely you wouldn’t stoop to taking action personally."

The Feather Race Clan Leader said coolly, also releasing a powerful aura to counter that of Patriarch Nan.

"Clan Leader, back at the Ninth Pass, Nan Shan was easily defeated by Brother Yuh Huatian with a single arrow. He is indeed trash. We weren’t wrong."

With the Feather Race Clan Leader backing them, the disciples’ complexions returned to normal. One stepped forward and sneered, emphasizing the words "easily defeated with a single arrow."

Upon hearing this, the Nan Family disciples were filled with resentment and glared at the Feather Race. ’Kicking a man when he’s down... so shameless!’

"All of you, be quiet. Don’t anger Patriarch Nan any further."

Gazing at the utterly foul expression on Patriarch Nan’s face, the Feather Race Clan Leader turned and chided them. However, there wasn’t the slightest hint of reprimand in his tone.

"Hmph!"

Patriarch Nan snorted coldly, turned his head toward the stage, and shouted, "Nan Shan, stand up!"

"Brother Nan Shan, stand up!"

"Stand up!"

In an instant, all the members of the Nan Family clenched their fists and shouted at the top of their lungs. ’Nan Shan knew he would be defeated, yet he still fought. There is glory in this defeat!’

The waves of shouting drowned out the murmurs of the crowd.

Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were fixed on the Battle Platform.

"COUGH, COUGH!"

On the stage, Nan Shan coughed twice. His body stirred, and he placed his hands on the ground, slowly pushing himself up.

"Brother Nan Shan, get up! We are all proud of you!"

Nan Rong and the other Nan Family disciples who had participated in the Ninth Pass all shouted words of encouragement.

Only they knew how desperately Nan Shan had fought at the Ninth Pass just for the chance to step onto this Battle Platform!

He had stood on this stage and been defeated, but they would never mock him for it!

Stand up!

Nan Shan mulled over those two words, a look of unwillingness flashing in his eyes.

After all, he too had once been high-spirited, dreaming of fighting until the very end and becoming one of the ten most dazzling participants. Yet, there was always a gap between dreams and reality.

This gap made them keenly aware of the outcome they faced!

Ye Wushuang watched silently as Nan Shan slowly got to his feet.

"I concede, but I will not admit defeat. I will become stronger!" Nan Shan said firmly, looking at Ye Wushuang.

Ye Wushuang nodded. "I believe you."

Although many people might have surpassed Nan Shan in terms of Cultivation, his indomitable spirit and will were far stronger than most.

This was the kind of will one needed to become a true expert. Ye Wushuang believed that one day, Nan Shan would surpass many people!

Nan Shan stood up, his back ramrod straight. There was no trace of dejection, only the pursuit of the future and the desire to transcend the present.

This aura affected everyone present. Their hearts were filled with nothing but admiration, and they felt ridiculous for their earlier mockery and ridicule!

He was defeated, but he refused to give up on his future. Nan Shan was a stark contrast to the earlier Second Young Master Di.

Nan Shan walked down the Battle Platform step by step. Just as he was about to step off, he suddenly turned his head and said, "For this battle, thank you for giving me the greatest respect!"

Ye Wushuang’s palm strike had used immense power, treating him as a true opponent. That was the greatest respect he could have shown.

Ye Wushuang nodded but still said nothing, watching calmly.

’His strength is indeed hidden very deep. That guy!’

Below the stage, Jian Bufan smiled faintly. In his eyes, having Ye Wushuang as an opponent was something to be celebrated!

Meanwhile, below the Battle Platform, Nan Rong stared at Ye Wushuang with a strange expression. ’I thought Ye Wushuang would humiliate Nan Shan because of what happened back in Barbarian King City.

But...

...that was just me judging him by my own petty standards.’ He opened his mouth to say something but was left speechless. At least for now, though Ye Wushuang had defeated Nan Shan, he didn’t hate him!

In fact, the hatred he’d felt before was even beginning to dissipate from his heart.

Nan Shan walked off the Battle Platform and looked at Patriarch Nan below, not saying a word.

"Brother Nan Shan, you are our role model!"

The Nan Family disciples shouted. So what if others mocked him? The Nan Family would never abandon someone who fought for their clan!

Hearing the cries, Nan Shan’s eyes flickered with intense emotion. The aura around his body began to surge once again.

Instantly, the crowd’s attention was drawn to him.

BOOM!

In the next moment, to everyone’s disbelief, Nan Shan’s body hummed as a powerful surge of energy erupted from him!

Spiritual Spring Sixth Layer!

Someone cried out in alarm. Nan Shan had broken through right then and there.

The expressions of the Feather Race members below stiffened. ’Nan Shan broke through after a single battle. Trash? Is this still trash?’

"Hahaha, good! Good!"

Seeing this, Patriarch Nan shouted his approval. The Nan Family disciples beside him were also ecstatic. The Nan Family had not been completely defeated yet.

The power within Nan Shan’s body recovered once more. It was like a metamorphosis that had changed him completely!

"Ye Wushuang, I hope to become your true opponent in the future."

Nan Shan wasn’t overjoyed; instead, he turned and shouted to Ye Wushuang. An opponent, not an enemy!

Hearing this, Patriarch Nan’s gaze also shifted to Ye Wushuang. He knew that this young man in white was the cause of it all!