Starting With The Martial Arts Holy Fire Order

Chapter 024: Crushing Wei Yixiao

Ling Yihan listened to him, sneering.

“So, Bat King Wei wants a duel with me?”

“That’s right! In the Ming Sect, every leader has been the strongest in martial arts, which is why they commanded respect. You’re just a sixteen-year-old child; no matter how gifted, your skills are unlikely to reach the level of a true master!” Wei Yixiao replied with disdain.

Daiqisi and Hu Qingyang, hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh to themselves.

“This foolish Bat King has no idea how strong Brother Ling really is.”

Ling Yihan smiled calmly.

“Very well, let me experience the superior martial skills of our sect’s elders.”

Everyone present followed Yang Dingtian to the Bright Summit’s training grounds to witness the duel between Ling Yihan and Wei Yixiao.

“Go ahead, Sacred Son! Make your move!” Wei Yixiao said, fixing his gaze on Ling Yihan.

Ling Yihan smiled slightly.

“Hold on.”

Wei Yixiao frowned.

“What’s the matter? Are you scared? Afraid to face me?”

Ling Yihan shook his head, smiling.

“Bat King, you misunderstood me. When I said I wanted to experience the skills of our elders, I didn’t mean just you—I meant everyone here who opposes me!”

At these words, nearly everyone on the training ground was shocked.

“Hahaha… Brother Ling, I thought I was bold, but you’re even bolder! Do you realise that challenging even a single one of us—our Left and Right Guardians, the Four Protector Kings, and the Five Wanderers—is already a tall order? Not even Sect Leader Yang himself has made such a boast. If you’re not careful, you might end up being beaten senseless…” Xie Xun burst out laughing.

Other sect members joined in, mocking Ling Yihan for his arrogance, claiming he didn’t respect his elders.

Though Daiqisi and Hu Qingyang knew Ling Yihan’s martial arts were profound, they couldn’t help but worry. Taking on so many of the sect’s masters alone seemed nearly impossible.

Ling Yihan shook his head and scoffed.

“Thank you for the warning, Lion King, but I’m merely trying to save time. If anyone here still doubts my ability to lead, come at me together!”

Wei Yixiao snorted.

“You arrogant brat! Beat me first, then we’ll talk!”

With that, he moved, his form flickering as he suddenly appeared in front of Ling Yihan, striking toward his shoulder.

“The Bat King’s lightness skill is unmatched, and coupled with his Cold Ice Palm, I fear the Sacred Son won’t stand a chance!”

“Indeed. Our Protector Kings have earned their titles. Ling Yihan’s words were truly arrogant.”

Ling Yihan ignored the comments. He saw Wei Yixiao’s palm coming toward him, its bone-chilling force aimed straight at his shoulder.

“Cold Ice Palm, is it? Let’s see its power!”

Ling Yihan neither dodged nor parried, allowing Wei Yixiao’s Cold Ice Palm to strike him squarely. He absorbed the chill directly.

Wei Yixiao was confident this attack would decide the outcome. Even a top-tier fighter struck by his Cold Ice Palm would find their meridians frozen, needing time to expel the cold poison before continuing to fight.

But to his shock, Ling Yihan remained unaffected. His complexion was still vibrant, his breathing steady. Wei Yixiao couldn’t know that Ling Yihan’s Nine Yang Divine Skill countered all cold-based techniques, augmented further by the fierce internal power of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill.

To Ling Yihan, the Cold Ice Palm felt like a mere breeze.

Smiling slightly, Ling Yihan looked at Wei Yixiao.

“Bat King, is this the power of your Cold Ice Palm? It’s rather unimpressive. Now, it’s my turn!”

He channelled his Nine Yang energy, infusing his right hand with inner strength before releasing a powerful palm strike.

“It’s the first move of the Great Nine Heavens Palm! Haotian Power!” Yang Xiao, observing sharply, immediately recognised it as Yang Dingtian’s technique.

“Indeed! I never imagined the Sacred Son could master the Sect Leader’s skill to such an extent in such a short time!” Fan Yao exclaimed in awe.

Yang Dingtian watched with satisfaction, nodding at Ling Yihan’s talent.

A searingly powerful force surged toward Wei Yixiao like an unstoppable wave.

Sensing the intensity of the strike, Wei Yixiao dared not block it directly, opting instead to evade using his exceptional lightness skill.

Ling Yihan, however, had no intention of actually hurting him; the strike was meant to scare him.

“Bat King, I hear your lightness skill is unparalleled. Let’s have a lightness skill competition!”

With that, Ling Yihan executed the “Treading on Snow with No Trace” technique, his steps light and soundless as he flitted like a phantom around Wei Yixiao.

The spectators saw only two figures moving ceaselessly, unable to tell who was chasing whom.

Only those with profound cultivation—Yang Dingtian, Yang Xiao, Fan Yao, Yin Tianzheng, and Xie Xun—could discern the nuances, each showing varied expressions.

Hu Qingyang, not yet experienced enough to follow the action, asked Daiqisi beside her.

“Sister, can you tell who’s better at lightness skill, Brother Ling or the Bat King?”

Daiqisi, already understanding the outcome, smiled.

“What do you think? You know how strong Brother Ling is. How many people can surpass him?”

“True enough; I was overthinking it,” Hu Qingyang nodded with a laugh.

Yang Dingtian and Xie Xun remained unbothered, while Fan Yao clenched his fists, irritated by the way Daiqisi’s expression softened at the mention of Ling Yihan.

Finally, Wei Yixiao halted and, facing Ling Yihan, admitted.

“I concede. Sacred Son, your skills are far superior to mine.”

Though many couldn’t grasp the details of the duel, hearing Wei Yixiao’s words, they understood that Ling Yihan had bested him in both martial prowess and his prized lightness skill.