The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO-Chapter 1109 - 1089: How Is This Possible!?

Once all the Ancient Martial Artists had fully rested and recovered, Elder Kui clapped three times and praised everyone approvingly.

Someone took the opportunity to flatter Ling Yun: "We owe our survival to Young Master Ling's air-punching technique that subdued the vicious dog, or else there would have been even more deaths on the path through the checkpoints."

"Indeed, if not for Young Master Ling, we might only have thirty survivors among our ninety, possibly even less!"

Many people chimed in agreement, complimenting Ling Yun.

Elder Kui became interested, "Air-punching? This is a top-tier martial arts skill that I tried to comprehend in my youth, but couldn't due to insufficient understanding and martial arts foundation. I never expected Young Master Ling to possess such talent, truly a young prodigy."

After a few commendations, he asked with keen interest, "Young Master Ling, can you demonstrate for me?"

"No problem."

Becoming the center of attention, Ling Yun's vanity was overwhelming, feeling extremely pleased.

To create a bigger sensation, he decided to personally show off!

Stepping forward and out of the line, his gaze fixed on a rock ten meters away. He then clenched his right fist, gathered all his might, shouted loudly, and delivered a punch!

Everyone's expressions were vibrant as they held their breath, hoping to learn something from Ling Yun's movements and demeanor.

But in the next second, they twitched at the corners of their mouths.

"..."

The entire scene was silent.

Many people's expressions turned strange.

Because after Ling Yun's punch, the rock ten meters away remained untouched, not budging an inch.

If it was an air-punch, the rock should have exploded right after his punch.

What's going on?

Ling Yun was also stunned, gritted his teeth, and threw three more punches.

The result was the same, the rock remained intact, not moving even slightly from its place.

Ling Yun scratched his head, embarrassed, and said, "Elder Kui, sorry, when I dealt with the vicious dog before, I suddenly comprehended and used the air-punch technique. Maybe I haven't fully mastered it yet, I need more practice."

Upon hearing this, the strange looks on many Ancient Martial Artists' faces disappeared, and they nodded slightly.

This kind of top-level martial arts technique is indeed not easy to grasp.

It requires diligent practice.

Unlike these Ancient Martial Artists, Di Qiankun snickered when he heard Ling Yun's words.

Ling Yun was displeased: "Qiankun buddy, what's the meaning of your laugh?"

"I'm laughing because you're a fool."

Di Qiankun's words carried undisguised mockery, making Ling Yun so angry that he almost exploded, but given the difference in status, he had to swallow his anger.

This grudge, he planned to settle it once his Saint identity was revealed!

Ling Yun snorted angrily and turned his head away.

The mockery on Di Qiankun's face remained, viewing Ling Yun as a complete fool!

Someone like Ling Yun capable of understanding such a top-level martial arts technique as air-punching?

Di Qiankun found it utterly laughable, as even he, the Dragon God Qiankun, had only just barely touched the fringes of the air-punching technique and hadn't fully understood or mastered it.

If it wasn't Ling Yun, then who was it that used the air-punch to subdue that vicious dog?

There's no need to think about it, it must be Ye Huan, who already holds the power of a Half-step Divine King and has martial talent acknowledged at the seven-color level by the Dragon Gate Ancestor!

Who knows what Ye Huan is up to, having outstanding martial talent and power, yet always keeping a low profile!

Why not be high-profile and show off since you have the ability to do so?

Now Ling Yun got delusional, thinking he's something impressive.

Di Qiankun, musing to himself, sighed.

His only goal for this tomb journey was to show off.

Di Qiankun believed that with his martial talent, he could achieve the best results during the martial talent assessment phase, and become high-profile for once.

Now things have changed, as Ye Huan is also here.

Having been utterly outclassed by Ye Huan many times, Di Qiankun was well aware that his martial talent couldn't compare to Ye Huan, hence couldn't become the top and show off his prowess.

Thinking of this, Di Qiankun suddenly lost much interest in participating in the examination, but since he was here and got injured, looking so embarrassed, he couldn't leave without gaining something.

Now, he only wants to undergo the examination quickly, show off a little, then leave the tomb, find the Liu brothers, beat up the guy who dared to disrespect him, and snatch the black-silk beauty mentioned by the Liu brothers to enjoy a good time.

"Old man, hurry up, what's the next step, speed it up, don't waste time," Di Qiankun impatiently asked Kui Lao.

Kui Lao stroked his long beard and said with a faint smile, "The trial by the first emperor started the moment everyone arrived."

Has it already started?

The ancient martial artists' faces all changed, many of them cautiously adopting defensive stances, swallowing their spit, and looking around to guard against potential mechanism attacks.

In the next second, these ancient martial artists in defensive stances suddenly felt intense pain in their hearts and spat out blood with a "wow," followed by screams as they clutched their chests and fell to the ground.

"You are disqualified," Kui Lao glanced down at this group of young ancient martial artists and said indifferently.

"Disqualified? Why?!"

These ancient martial artists were very puzzled and deeply unwilling.

"Because you don't have the qualification to undergo the real test," Kui Lao said, ignoring the ancient martial artists on the ground, and instead turned his gaze toward the more than fifty remaining ancient martial artists who were still standing but had beads of sweat trickling down their foreheads.

These fifty-plus people all had their bodies tightly tensed, clenching their teeth tightly.

Their knees were trembling endlessly, bending a bit and straightening a bit, as if battling something invisible and intangible.

Indeed, that was the case.

The black dragon statue rotating at the top of Abi Palace had blood-red eyes that exuded a dominating imperial presence, enveloping the hearts of all the ancient martial artists standing there, involuntarily making them want to kneel and worship the black dragon.

But they knew, they absolutely must not kneel!

Kneeling meant disqualification!

Initially, the aura they felt was weak, almost imperceptible.

Gradually, the aura grew stronger, so strong that they felt as if a massive ancient stone was pressing down on their hearts, making breathing very difficult, and the urge to kneel and worship the black dragon intensified.

Soon, as the black dragon's aura became more overpowering, some couldn't resist the urge and their knees gave way completely, causing them to kneel on the ground.

The thirty-plus ancient martial artists lying on the ground looked on with increasing frustration; they too wanted to undergo the examination!

They wanted to stand, but a pressure weighed them down, rendering them unable to lift a finger and completely sapped of strength, leaving them extremely aggrieved.

"Kui Lao, why is this happening?" Someone asked unwillingly.

"Why?"

Kui Lao chuckled lightly and said, "You were supposed to die under the fierce dogs in the small palace; it was only because a master intervened that you luckily survived and reached this platform. However, such lucky ones must lack talent and strength, hence disqualifying you from the examination. That is why you were disqualified early."

"My prediction was correct; among you, only around fifty qualify for the examination in the end."

When Kui Lao mentioned the word "master," he glanced meaningfully at a lazy-looking guy wearing sunglasses, hands in pockets among the ancient martial artists undergoing the test.

Kui Lao's words made the thirty-plus people lying on the ground blush in shame, feeling deeply embarrassed and no longer unwilling.

Indeed, those who could undergo the test seemed to be the famous young talents in the Ancient Martial Realm.

Everyone accepted it, then exchanged glances and began to laugh gloatingly.

Their own talent was insufficient, forced to the ground under the pressure coughing up blood, but what about Ye Hu'an?

That ancient martial arts waste, relying on shortcuts, luck, to reach the platform; isn't his situation even more ridiculous?

Thinking so, they began searching for Ye Hu'an's figure in the venue.

Finding no trace of Ye Hu'an or his wife among those lying on the ground, everyone grew puzzled.

Could Ye Hu'an be so weak and worthless that he was directly blasted into a blood mist by the pressure?

No way?

Surely not.

Thinking this, they continued to look around.

"What the hell, how is this possible?!"

Suddenly, an exclamation sounded in the venue.

Upon hearing this, all the ancient martial artists looked at the one who just couldn't withstand the pressure ten seconds ago and knelt on the ground, whose face was now shocked and seemingly "deranged."

Then, they involuntarily followed this ancient martial artist's gaze.

When they saw the one man and four women over there, they were stunned for a moment, then upon realization, their eyes bulged, becoming bigger than eggs!