"Woosh…"

The distinguished big multicolored tiger roared and pounced on Woo Lejia.

It carried the reign of terror as though the entire space was filled with its arrogant momentum.

Ou Yangming definitely possessed a great-ancestor-level power, and the energy that burst out once he successfully controlled the power was of the same level.

Woo Lejia flashed away. Since he could tell how formidable the big tiger was, he did not have the guts to go head-on against it. After the man dodged with all his might, he retrieved a weapon from his back. It was a nine-ringed saber, which would give off loud and clear sounds of metal clashes.

The sounds spread far and wide, causing everyone to feel refreshed.

Ou Yangming, who was at the center of the ring, furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. He felt dizzy when he heard the sounds.

He cursed to himself, 'Woo Lejia was being dishonest! He said the Woo family doesn't have any inherited lost arts unlike the previous challengers but isn't that Nine-ringed Saber Sound a secret technique? Even I, who has great mental power can't resist it, let alone the other people.'

Nonetheless, Ou Yangming's mental power was remarkable indeed. Before the dizziness could affect his body, it was completely suppressed.

It was just a brief delay, but the simulated world that he built revealed some loopholes.

The main embodiment was the roaring big multicolored tiger suddenly became stiff, and Woo Lejia, who was battle-seasoned, was not going to let the chance slip away. He lunged to the side of the big tiger and gathered his strength to slash it with his saber.

It was worth noting that the nine-ringed saber's ringing sounds were forceful enough to destroy the illusion, such that the virtual reality, which was constructed by Ou Yangming's mental power, could be completely ruined. Nevertheless, Woo Lejia was still far from being able to execute that.

After all, Ou Yangming's mental power was greater than his martial art cultivation base. Therefore, Woo Lejia could only cause a short delay even if he gave his all.

Nevertheless, Woo Lejia gathered all his power in the saber because he knew he would not get the same chance anymore.

With that, the saber was slashed deep into the big multicolored tiger's back.

Woo Lejia was truly at the peak of Yang Grade, and his nine-ringed saber was a treasure from his clan. As such, the mightiness of the combination between him and the weapon could not be treated lightly. Even if a real big multicolored tiger was present, it would more or less be injured too, let alone the simulated version from Ou Yangming.

Despite that, Ou Yangming recovered fully when the big tiger was slashed halfway, and he immediately sensed the enormous change in his spiritual world.

He scoffed angrily and turned his hands, turning the big multicolored tiger's thick tail into a stream of light, which was being swept in Woo Lejia's direction with a thunderous momentum.

Woo Lejia's face took on a ghastly expression because he felt incredibly threatened. In particular, he felt that the snake's head on the tiger's tail was staring at him sinisterly. Moreover, the snake's tongue appeared to be black and shiny as though it carried fatal poison.

He was certain that he would die if the snake bit him.

Without any hesitation, Woo Lejia instantly withdrew his saber and retreated. However, his wrist tensed up because his saber was being held back by the tiger's tough bones before he could pull it out.

At the spur of the moment, he abandoned his saber and dodged.

Woo Lejia made the right choice without any delay. Although he would be troubled about losing his clan's treasure saber, it was more important to stay alive.

The big multicolored tiger curled its tail to wrap it around the saber after it managed to force Woo Lejia to retreat.

It tugged at the nine-ringed saber hard to remove it from its back, then the weapon fell to the ground. Flesh, blood, and bone scraps were seen on the saber, which proved how mighty the saber was.

Woo Lejia's eyes lit up. Any creature's power would decline after suffering such damage, and it would not be able to unleash its full strength anymore. Furthermore, the injury would continue to spread until it became the last straw.

He was delighted to know that he could contend with a great-ancestor-level half-spirit beast.

Just as he was feeling rather optimistic, he widened his eyes.

This was because he saw the big multicolored tiger's injured and bloody body recovering at the speed of light; it only took a few breaths for the wounds on the tiger's back to vanish.

On top of that, the big tiger cast a scornful look at Woo Lejia, whose previous efforts seemed to be in vain.

Woo Lejia's lips trembled, and he was reminded of where he was.

Even so, the big multicolored tiger's aura was so real that he almost could not distinguish real from fake.

"Roar…"

The big tiger roared again and turned into a bolt of lightning as it charged at Woo Lejia.

Woo Lejia flashed and did his best to deal with the beast.

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It was dead silent because the spectators knew the meaning of what would happen next very well.

From their perspective, Woo Lejia looked grim even though he was up against nothing. The man suddenly pulled out his saber and slashed.

He certainly exerted all his force and displayed his brilliance through the slash.

Seeing as the luster pierced the air, the Yang Grade powerhouses who fought for a spot with him earlier were taken aback. They wondered at the same time how they could resist the attack if they were up against him.

They were disheartened by their answers.

This was because they were not confident about taking advantage while being faced with the saber. In fact, they suspected they would be forced to be passive even if they managed to withstand the attack.

Sure enough, a powerhouse at the peak of Yang Grade had outstanding abilities.

If Woo Lejia were to exchange blows with the previous three Yang Grade powerhouses, he would likely have more wins than losses.

That said, the moment the other men were in awe of Woo Lejia's abilities, they noticed that he paused for a split second. Following that, Woo Lejia abandoned his saber and retreated as if something was pursuing him, so he was forced to give up his treasure saber.

Having said that, nothing was in front of him at all.

A Yang Grade powerhouses among the crowd asked softly, "Brother Wu, is your clan's Simulated Spiritual Attack Fist Technique so vivid?"

"It's impossible. I've cultivated the fist technique too. While I didn't succeed due to the lack of talent, I've witnessed the fist technique's greatest might," another Yang Grade powerhouse noted with a bitter smile. He shook his head and lowered his voice such that even his partner only heard him faintly. "Even if my clan's great ancestor executes it, we can only see some blurry scenes."

"Blurry scenes?" The first powerhouse looked at Woo Lejia and asked, "Can blurry scenes make Woo Lejia abandon his weapon?"

He fell silent for a while before he uttered faintly, "In one's dreams!"

A martial artist's weapon was the most important thing because it was a treasure that one relied on to survive and to resist enemies.

In a way, a weapon was one's second life. Unless one was forced, how could one throw away one's weapon?

Besides, the nine-ringed saber had a significant meaning for Woo Lejia. Given that he took the initiative to leave it behind, what exactly did he see in the void?

In a further ring, Wu Hanning was bright-eyed and highly spirited as she watched the fight. She almost wanted to go up to Ou Yangming's ring to have a taste of the attack.

'Ah, it's such a mighty simulated spiritual ability. Perhaps that person is the only one in the whole imperial family… No, in the whole world who can pull it off.

'But judging from that person's identity, he won't show up unless the world is on the verge of destruction.'

"Your Royal Highness, looks like the imperial family's Spiritual Fist Technique is going to be passed on to a different person," Zuoqiu Hongyuan commented and laughed. He was talking to Wu Hanning, but he fixed his gaze on Ou Yangming and displayed intense fighting will.

Ever since Ou Yangming dominated the ring as a Yin Grade martial artist, he attracted everyone's attention. The young fellow had accepted challenges from seven people thus far, whereas Zuoqiu Hongyuan and Wu Hanning seemed to have been forgotten throughout the period.

Nonetheless, Zuoqiu Hongyuan would not envy Ou Yangming because of this; he was not a short-sighted person.

Despite that, he was keen to fight the unpredictable opponent. He could not wait to have an exciting match against Ou Yangming to release the burning fire in his heart.

As for the gap between their cultivation bases…

At this point, nobody regarded Ou Yangming as a Yin Grade martial artist anymore.

Even Zuoqiu Hongyuan admitted that the young fellow was capable of challenging him.

Wu Hanning curled her lips into a beautiful smile beneath her scarf.

"Young Master Zuoqiu, you're overthinking it. Master Ou is part of the imperial family."

"What?" Zuoqiu Hongyuan was slightly stunned, and he finally looked surprised. "Brother… Ou is a part of your clan?"

Wu Hanning proudly put her hands behind her back without saying a word.

She thought, 'Even if he isn't now, he'll surely become one of ours in the future.'

After all, the imperial family would value Ou Yangming because he learned the secret technique, and they would rope him into their system at all costs.

Ou Yangming was God-gifted, but there were many gifted powerhouses like him in the imperial family's past generations. Additionally, Wu Hanning was even more confident about this because she was sure the secluded member of the imperial family would be interested in the young fellow.

Her eyes looked hollow as she stared at Ou Yangming.

'Work hard! The more powerful you become, the nearer you are to me!'