Chapter 265: Chapter 121: Invitations from All Sides, Personally Delivering the Prize

In the first row of the viewing stands.

The few Huajin Powerhouses still had looks of shock on their faces. They glanced at each other, seeing the same disbelief in one another’s eyes.

Although they had expected Yang Jing to win, they never imagined his victory would be so swift and decisive.

Li Mengchao was no ordinary Half-Step Huajin. He hailed from a century-old family and had cultivated using only top-tier resources, giving him a terrifyingly solid foundation. Furthermore, he had mastered a supreme martial art like the Vajra Hand Seal, making him nearly unrivaled among those at the same level in Yuhe County.

Even against a Martial Artist who had just broken through to the Huajin realm, he could last for dozens of moves.

Yet Yang Jing had utterly crushed him in just over ten moves. That level of strength was far beyond that of a newly promoted Huajin Powerhouse.

"This Yang Jing... he’s something else," a stocky Huajin Powerhouse murmured, his tone filled with emotion.

To possess such strength at his age... his future accomplishments would likely be immeasurable.

...

In a corner at the back of the viewing stands.

Zhao Yuman stared blankly at the upright figure on the platform, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes.

Sunlight bathed Yang Jing, outlining him in a faint golden halo. His calm and composed demeanor was captivating.

He was just too stunning.

Even a true prodigy like Li Mengchao had been defeated by his fists.

"...He’s really a Huajin Powerhouse, my god! How old is Yang Jing? Is he even twenty?"

"I heard it’s only been half a year since he broke through to the Dark Energy realm, and now he’s already at Huajin? He’s a monster! He must have superior-grade innate talent at the very least!"

"I heard he doesn’t have superior-grade talent, but even if that’s true, he must have some kind of hidden gift."

"I was just thinking about which Martial Arts Hall to have my son join in the future. Now it looks like it has to be Sun’s Martial Arts Hall!"

The discussions from the side exploded in Zhao Yuman’s ears like thunderclaps.

She snapped back to her senses, her eyes filled with a dazed look.

’Huajin?’

’The realm that her father’s generation spoke of as a lifelong pursuit? Yang Jing had already reached it?’

She subconsciously glanced in the direction of her family’s Escort Agency, a bitter feeling welling up in her heart.

Right now, the Zhao’s Escort Agency was only supported by her father, a single Dark Energy Martial Artist.

But Yang Jing... he already stood at a height they could only look up to.

The boy she once looked down on was now so dazzling she didn’t dare to look at him directly.

...

In the middle of the second row of the viewing stands.

Lady Liu, the County Magistrate’s wife, covered her mouth in astonishment. Her eyes shone as she stared at the stage.

Before coming, she had been discussing Li Mengchao’s Half-Step Huajin status with her husband. She thought the Li Family was certain to steal the show this time, perhaps even leaping to become the head of the six great families.

But in the blink of an eye, Yang Jing had burst onto the scene as a Huajin Powerhouse, claiming all the glory for himself. The reversal was simply too sudden to process.

"Mother! Yang Jing won!"

Beside her, Zhou Ling’Er was so excited she almost leaped to her feet, but Lady Liu quickly pulled her back down.

The little girl’s face was flushed with excitement, her big eyes sparkling, all her previous nervousness forgotten.

Unlike Li Mengchao, whom she didn’t know, Zhou Ling’Er had a very good impression of Yang Jing. Naturally, she had been rooting for him to win and had been sweating with anxiety for him.

Lady Liu gently patted her daughter’s hand, signaling for her to calm down.

Though she too was surprised by Yang Jing’s victory, she knew they had to consider the Li Family’s dignity at this moment. After all, they had just lost such an important duel. The two Huajin Powerhouses from the Li Family were probably in the depths of despair.

In the first row of the viewing stands, Wang Kui gazed at Yang Jing on the platform. He took a slow, deep breath and then exhaled just as slowly. The knot of frustration in his chest seemed to dissipate with that breath.

A look of relief flashed in his eyes, and his tense shoulders relaxed.

He had previously suspected Yang Jing of being the one who killed his disciple, Shen Lie. He had thought that if he could confirm it, he would certainly demand justice.

But that was based on the premise that Yang Jing was still at the Dark Energy realm. No matter how strong a Dark Energy Martial Artist was, they could never escape the grasp of a Huajin Powerhouse.

But now, Yang Jing was a Huajin Powerhouse, and such a young one at that.

With such talent, he could never be confined to a small place like Yuhe County. In the future, he was destined for a much bigger world and would reach even greater heights.

Whether Shen Lie’s death was related to him or not, he could no longer pursue the matter.

It was better to let it go than to cling to the past and make an enemy who could one day threaten the entire Po Mountain Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Kui picked up his teacup and drained the cold tea in one gulp. The last wisp of obsession in his heart dissipated along with it.

Sitting in the stands, Sun Yong hadn’t stopped smiling.

He held his teacup, lightly tapping his fingers against the side, feeling utterly elated.

’This duel is in the bag!’

The Li Family’s strongest, Li Mengchao, had already fallen to Yang Jing’s fists. The remaining Dark Energy Martial Artists would be swept aside like fallen leaves in an autumn wind before a Huajin Powerhouse.

He inwardly rejoiced. If Yang Jing hadn’t quietly broken through to the Huajin realm before the duel, they truly would have been defeated by the Li Family this time.

Looking at the upright figure on the platform, Sun Yong’s eyes filled with pride and satisfaction. This disciple of his was not only exceptionally talented but also steady and reliable. In the future, he would surely become the pillar that supported the entire Sun’s Martial Arts Hall.

On the platform.

Two Li Family disciples hurried onto the stage and carefully helped up Li Mengchao, who was slumped on the ground.

Li Mengchao’s face was deathly pale, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, and a large patch of blood stained his chest. He was supported by his arms, but he still struggled to raise his head, his gaze toward Yang Jing incredibly complex.

"Yang Jing..." His voice was hoarse and weak from his injuries, but his words were crystal clear. "I will remember today’s defeat. When I break through to the Huajin realm, I will come to your door... to ask for another lesson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was half-supported, half-carried off the platform by his clansmen. His retreating figure looked pathetic, yet it carried an unyielding stubbornness that refused to admit defeat.