Third Life Reincarnation: Finally Born Into a Magical World-Chapter 91: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-6)

Chapter 91: The Challenge with Lingyin City’s representatives (Part-6)

Boom!

A second thunderous explosion followed. Both men were forced back—Fang Tian retreated five steps, and Fan Wei retreated five steps as well.

They were evenly matched.

He blocked it.

Fang Tian’s terrifying punch had been stopped at last.

The arena exploded with cheers.

"I knew it! I knew Young Master Fan could block it!"

"I was worried for a moment, but Fang Tian beat three people in a row with that punch. Blocking it is incredible!"

"Well done!"

"Fan Wei, crush him!"

Fang Tian steadied himself and laughed softly, looking at Fan Wei with renewed interest. "Not bad. The so-called number one talent of Fengyue City does have some skill, daring to fight me head-on. But..."

His smile turned cold. "Your level is still just average."

"Whether it’s hard or not doesn’t matter," Fan Wei replied calmly. "If you want to beat me, this kind of attack won’t be enough. Show your real ability."

His words sounded confident, but inside, Fan Wei was far less composed.

That clash had not truly been even.

He had almost spat blood just now. Only by forcefully suppressing it had he kept his composure intact. Fang Tian, on the other hand, seemed completely fine.

The power of that punch had been terrifying.

Fan Wei regretted his impulsiveness. If he had dodged and countered like Li Wujie, he might have gained the upper hand. Instead, he had chosen to clash directly and paid the price.

Still, pride would not allow him to show weakness.

"Oh? My real skill?" Fang Tian raised his leg slightly and smiled. "Then you should feel honored."

"My strongest martial arts aren’t in my fists," he continued leisurely. "They’re in my legs."

"This is a high-grade Sky-rank martial art, one of the best among them. Falling to this move will be something you can boast about."

With that, Fang Tian surged forward again.

"Flying Thunder Kick!"

When he was still three meters away, Fang Tian twisted his body sideways and lashed out with his right leg, borrowing the momentum of his charge to sweep toward Fan Wei.

The kick looked plain. Almost identical to his earlier attacks.

Yet no one dared underestimate it.

Yuan Qiong, Li Wujie, and Mu Xianling had all paid a heavy price for Fang Tian’s seemingly ordinary moves. Everyone knew by now—behind that simplicity lay terrifying power.

Fan Wei was well aware that Fang Tian’s move was far from as simple as it looked. Hearing that Fang Tian was now unleashing a Sky-rank martial art, he dared not show the slightest carelessness.

Gritting his teeth, he immediately activated his own strongest technique.

"Shattering Sky Palm!"

This was an Earth-rank middle-grade martial art. When executed, four streams of colored light erupted at once, accompanied by a violent airflow that surged toward the enemy. Its might was anything but weak.

Although the Shattering Sky Palm was one rank lower than Fang Tian’s technique, martial arts were never judged by rank alone. What truly mattered was how much power the user could draw out. Fang Tian’s technique might be superior in rank, but whether it could overpower Fan Wei depended entirely on the clash itself.

For a moment, no one dared breathe.

The spectators clenched their fists, eyes fixed on the ring. This battle was thrilling beyond words. There were no flashy exchanges, only raw power colliding head-on, the kind of fight where victory and defeat were decided in an instant.

"Shattering Sky Palm!"

Fan Wei roared, his fingers pressing against his palm as he thrust it forward. In response, Fang Tian’s kick tore through the air with brutal force.

The two closed the distance in a heartbeat.

Boom!

Fan Wei’s palm erupted with a violent surge of air. Red, yellow, blue, and green lights intertwined, blazing brilliantly as they surged forward. Fang Tian’s kick, by contrast, looked almost plain, lacking any dazzling glow, as if it were an ordinary strike.

Yet when these two attacks collided, the arena shook.

A deafening roar echoed as turbulent air exploded outward from the point of impact. The screech of friction pierced the ears, and the two forces locked together, grinding against each other with terrifying intensity. For a brief moment, neither side gained the upper hand.

Then, suddenly—

Crack!

Boom!

A sharp sound of breaking bone rang out, followed by a hoarse scream. One figure was sent flying, blood spraying through the air.

Fan Wei.

He was hurled more than ten meters away, crashing out of the ring.

His tiger’s mouth was torn open, his right fist mangled and limp, bent at an unnatural angle as if the bones inside had shattered. Blood streamed down his arm without stopping.

After hitting the ground, Fan Wei struggled to lift his head and looked toward the ring with fierce unwillingness burning in his eyes.

A moment later, his consciousness faded, and he collapsed completely.

In the end, Fang Tian was stronger.

Or rather, among warriors of the same three-star Elite level, a high-grade Earth-rank martial art had proven decisively superior.

"Fang Tian wins!"

The referee hurried forward to confirm Fan Wei’s condition before announcing the result.

The entire arena erupted.

"No... impossible!"

"Even Fan Wei lost. Who in Fengyue City can still beat him now?"

"Is Lingyin City really this strong?"

"It’s over. Even our number one lost. And they said Fang Tian is the weakest among their five..."

"Is Fengyue City really this hopeless?"

The crowd was plunged into despair. People clutched their heads, some even breaking down in tears, anger, and helplessness twisting together in their chests. Fengyue City, once a source of pride, now felt like a wound that refused to close.

They had lost.

Even the acknowledged first genius of the younger generation had been defeated.

What hope was left?

The candidates of Fengyue City also lowered their heads in silence, with their pride shattered.

Facing such a crushing defeat, none of them could bring themselves to raise their eyes.

Regret gnawed at their hearts. If only they had trained harder, if only they had taken cultivation more seriously, perhaps they could have stood here today and defended their city’s honor.

But regret came too late.

On the high platform, the elders of the various families looked equally grim. Their fists were clenched tight, veins bulging, yet they could do nothing. This was a contest of juniors. Interfering would only make things more humiliating.

Meanwhile, the candidates from Lingyin City laughed openly.

"So this is Fengyue City’s so-called number one talent?"

"Pathetic. You can’t even beat one of us."

"I ranked eighteenth in my city, yet I could crush these people easily."

"Trash like this actually dared to bark earlier?"

Mockery and disdain dripped from every word. The people of Fengyue City heard it all, yet none could refute them.

Because they had lost.

Silence spread across the arena, heavy and suffocating. If not for the sea of people present, one might have thought the place completely abandoned.

"Hey, I say, can you save the tears until the comparison is actually over?" someone suddenly called out. "It’s not finished yet. Five matches total, and we’ve only lost four."

"That’s right. Isn’t Li Wei still here?"

"The first four don’t matter. With Brother Wei stepping in at the end, everything will be settled. Just relax."

"Wei-di, come on! Give those Lingyin City people a harsh lesson!"

"Li Wei, it’s time to show your true strength!"

The arena was steeped in silence and grief, but a small group remained utterly confident. These voices came from the Li Clan.

They believed in Ryan without reservation. Even after four consecutive losses, they were unshaken. As long as Ryan stood at the end, Fengyue City had not truly lost.

In their eyes, the candidates from Lingyin City were strong, but Ryan was stronger. Not by a little, but by an entire realm.

They still remembered clearly how Ryan had dealt with Li Mingtian, winning with just two fingers. Who else could do that? Who would dare claim such strength?

No one.

However, those confident voices were quickly drowned out by the sea of despair.