Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1528: 1727: Overpowering Public Humiliation!

Capítulo 1528: Chapter 1727: Overpowering Public Humiliation!

If everyone has emotions, if everyone’s emotions are intense, and if everyone’s intense emotions are suppressed, 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

then once these suppressed emotions are released, they will burst forth with immense power, an unstoppable force.

Just like now, although that group of people previously spoke ill of Ye Yiyun, not a single one dared to openly accuse him because they knew that once they attracted Ye Yiyun’s attention, they would suffer owing to his nature.

But now it’s different, the young stranger, whom they initially looked down upon, suddenly came forward and effortlessly crushed Ye Yiyun.

Hmph, so what if you have a sword, so what if you’re armed? It took just two fingers to easily pinch your sword. This is strength, absolute strength domination.

Once one person stood up to speak, leveraging that unstoppable momentum, more and more people boldly spoke up, and it quickly became a collective voice.

Their momentum was overwhelmingly strong, even stronger than the group that supported Ye Yiyun.

“You…”

Ye Yiyun was now furious, and he wouldn’t rest until he killed this punk in front of him.

Suddenly, he exerted force to draw his sword, but no matter how hard he tried, the sword wouldn’t budge. Suddenly, Hao Jian released a smile, loosened his two fingers, and Ye Yiyun fell backward, off-balance.

“Bang!”

Ye Yiyun landed on his rear on the ground, causing a roar of laughter from the audience.

“What’s this? The so-called number one rookie of Tianwang Fort, Ye Yiyun, and that’s all the strength he has?” Hao Jian mocked with dominance, a complete slap in the face.

“You…”

Ye Yiyun stood up and thrust his sword toward Hao Jian.

To be fair, Ye Yiyun’s swordsmanship was indeed formidable, being among the fastest and most vicious among the young generation. It’s no wonder Su Cheng, also of the younger generation, was defeated by him.

In fact, Su Cheng’s strength among the younger generation was decent, but his impulsive and arrogant nature often made him careless, allowing Ye Yiyun to spot his flaws and defeat him.

However, when faced with Hao Jian, any so-called fast sword technique appeared absurd, filled with flaws and slow in his eyes.

Hence, Hao Jian was unafraid. If he couldn’t handle the likes of a mere Ye Yiyun, he might as well give up the title of God of Death altogether; it would simply be an insult to the name.

“Swoosh!” With a swift motion, Ye Yiyun thrust his sword toward Hao Jian’s arm; Hao Jian, having already seen through his flaws, did not dodge. Instead, he met the sword head-on, stretching out two fingers to grip the hilt.

Ye Yiyun, with an enraged expression, used all his might to thrust forward, refusing to believe that Hao Jian’s strength could surpass his when exerting full force.

He simply did not believe it.

But, even as he exerted his full strength, Hao Jian remained calm and composed.

Suddenly, Hao Jian twisted his fingers, causing the sword in Ye Yiyun’s hand to spin. Ye Yiyun felt as though he lost grip, and in pain, he released the sword, which then fell into Hao Jian’s hands.

Hao Jian took the sword and pointed it at Ye Yiyun.

“Little trash!” Hao Jian said.

Ye Yiyun responded, “Who are you calling little trash!”

Hao Jian suddenly thrust the sword forward, scaring Ye Yiyun into stumbling and falling. Hao Jian laughed loudly, saying, “You are the little trash! A pretentious little trash!”

Indeed, little trash, the audience below echoed Hao Jian’s words, all calling Ye Yiyun little trash, and this taunt reached Ye Yiyun’s ears.

A complete slap to the face, flawless and undeniable.

Ye Yiyun stood up and rushed to seize the sword, but just as he was about to grab it, he missed, and in anger and embarrassment, he lunged at Hao Jian like a hungry tiger.

Hao Jian smiled, quickly stepping back, allowing Ye Yiyun to pounce and miss again, falling to the ground, provoking another burst of laughter from the audience.

Furious, Ye Yiyun got up. Meanwhile, the disciples of Tianwang Fort had been watching from the side, all with angry expressions. How could they tolerate their senior brother being bullied by someone else? This was a slap to their face as well.

So one of them suddenly drew his sword and threw it toward Ye Yiyun on the platform.

“Catch the sword, Senior Brother!” that person said.

Ye Yiyun caught the sword, and with it in hand, he resembled a warrior armed with a weapon, instantly regaining much of his confidence.

Ye Yiyun turned and looked, at this moment, Moon was watching him with a worried face.

No matter what, he couldn’t lose face in front of the Moon. If he allowed the Moon to change her opinion of him, everything he had done before would have been in vain.

With this in mind, Ye Yiyun vigorously grasped the sword and charged at Hao Jian.

He refused to believe that an obscure punk, even if he could manage to benefit from him, could be so formidable. Once he knocked down Hao Jian, he would render him a cripple, no doubt about it!

This sword attack was like a fierce tiger pouncing toward Hao Jian, causing some spectators to start worrying for Hao Jian, as the force behind this sword seemed extraordinary.

However, with a “clang!”, when swords collided, they realized they were overthinking it.

Hao Jian effortlessly blocked Ye Yiyun’s sword, then suddenly moved, at lightning-fast speed, darting before Ye Yiyun. With a swift kick, he struck Ye Yiyun’s chest.

“What’s happening? How is he so fast!”

Ye Yiyun didn’t have time to react before he was kicked to the ground, and then felt a sharp pain in his chest.

“Hahaha…”

The audience burst into laughter.

Previously, it was thought that Hao Jian was no match for Ye Yiyun, but the spectators weren’t fools. In this situation, anyone could see that although Ye Yiyun was formidable—having easily beaten his opponents bloody in previous matches—in this case, the roles seemed reversed. Now, Ye Yiyun was the one being beaten, and the one doing the beating was Hao Jian.

Cheers for Hao Jian grew louder.

Ye Yiyun got up and, abandoning strategy, fiercely lunged at Hao Jian.

He was now like Su Cheng before, seeing red with rage. He wasn’t trying to find Hao Jian’s flaws and weaknesses; he only wanted to injure and defeat Hao Jian.

In such a state, his weaknesses were exposed all the more.

Hao Jian easily found an opening and knocked Ye Yiyun down.

Suddenly, Hao Jian flashed a wicked smile, then twisted his sword toward Ye Yiyun’s chest.

All Ye Yiyun wanted now was to kill Hao Jian. His defense had already weakened significantly, and he was utterly bewildered by Hao Jian’s strikes.

The sword turned, the sword stopped; it was as if Hao Jian had completed a masterpiece and began admiring it silently.

Ye Yiyun hadn’t grasped what happened because Hao Jian’s sword was too swift, so fast that he couldn’t see anything clearly.

Before he could process it, the spectators erupted into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

“Hahahahahaha…”

The audience kept bursting into laughter, with some even pointing at Ye Yiyun and laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs, almost falling over.

Ye Yiyun looked down, and upon seeing, he felt a deep hatred for Hao Jian, wishing to tear him to pieces right then and there.

Hao Jian hadn’t done much, just carved a heart shape into Ye Yiyun’s chest, causing the cut clothes to fall away and reveal a skin-toned heart for all to see.

There was only one feeling: ridiculously feminine, ridiculously girlish.

At this moment, Ye Yiyun looked like a sissy standing in the ring, how could the crowd not burst into laughter?

“You…”

Ye Yiyun’s mind was filled with rage; unless he dismembered Hao Jian, he wouldn’t be able to quench his anger.

Enraged, he tore off the rest of his clothes, his muscles bursting forth as he advanced on Hao Jian with his sword.

“Is it time to get serious?”

Hao Jian smiled. Earlier, he had thought it amusing, but now that feeling was gone. If it was a real fight they wanted, so be it.

“Ding!”

Their swords clashed rapidly, so fast that the audience below couldn’t even see where they were aiming, only hearing the clattering sounds.

But they knew Hao Jian’s sword was faster than Ye Yiyun’s, and faster by at least two, if not threefold.

The main thing was that Ye Yiyun had exhausted all his skills, whereas Hao Jian was responding with a calm demeanor.

Everyone was amazed at Hao Jian’s prowess.

Suddenly, Hao Jian’s lips curled lightly, and he abruptly increased his sword’s speed.

With a “ding!” sound, Ye Yiyun’s sword suddenly broke.

In that instant, Hao Jian kicked Ye Yiyun, sending him sprawling on the ground in amazement.

Ye Yiyun still hadn’t figured out what had happened; then his hands, shoulders, and abdomen were covered in countless cuts.

Blood began to flow uncontrollably.

Instantly, it felt like a searing pain of a thousand cuts reached Ye Yiyun’s nerves.

“Ah!”

Ye Yiyun screamed in agony.

He picked up the broken sword, intending to stab Hao Jian, but just as he raised it, Hao Jian sliced it again, leaving only the hilt in Ye Yiyun’s hand.

Before he could react, a deep gash appeared on his chest, inflicted by the sword.

Blood poured forth, unstoppable in its flow.

At this moment, the audience was dumbfounded. If before they had mocked Hao Jian for challenging Ye Yiyun without knowing his limits…