"Arrogant!" Ryan Mo's face darkened with rage. He summoned his Fangtian Halberd in a flash, gripping the weapon tightly. "I'd like to see what makes you so conceited!"
With a snarl, he launched himself into the air, hurtling toward Jason like a missile. In an instant, he was directly above Jason, his halberd slicing downward with deadly precision.
Jason smirked. "Valley of Villains' young master, Ryan Mo," he murmured, repeating his opponent's name. A gleam of chaotic energy flickered in Jason's gaze as he lifted a leg and delivered a precise, brutal kick directly against the halberd's blade.
Clang!
A resounding metallic clash echoed through the arena. Jason's raw strength wrenched the weapon from Ryan Mo's hands, sending it flying. In the next heartbeat, Jason, executing the Eight Steps of the Celestial Demon, reappeared behind Ryan Mo like a phantom, delivering a forceful kick to his back.
Boom!
Ryan Mo let out a strangled grunt as he was propelled downward, slamming toward the ground. Jason, however, was already one step ahead. Just before Ryan Mo hit the arena floor, Jason appeared below him, intercepting his descent with a powerful palm strike to the chest that sent him flying back into the air. The crowd watched in stunned silence as Ryan Mo somersaulted helplessly through the sky, finally crashing onto the ground, pale, and gasping, kneeling before Jason as blood trickled from his mouth.
The spectators held their breath. They couldn't believe what they'd just witnessed—a complete domination. Was Ryan Mo simply too weak, or was Jason unfathomably strong?
Jason's tone was almost mocking as he looked around at the stunned faces of the seven young prodigies. "I told you all—it's best if you attack together. Alone, you don't stand a chance."
Exchanging grim glances, the seven elites nodded, their expressions shifting to grim resolve. Without further hesitation, they launched themselves at Jason as one.
Two beams of Moonlight Convergence cascaded down as Skylar Do, the first disciple of the Grand Thunder Temple, led the charge, his fists igniting with the formidable Vajra Demon-Suppressing Fist. Golden fists filled the sky, each strike resonating with the sacred chants of Buddha, vibrating through the arena with palpable force.
Beside him, Wyatt Ye of Cangjian Villa wielded his Sky Abyss Sword in a dazzling display of swordsmanship. Each strike cleaved the air with razor-sharp precision, leaving a vacuum in its wake as a thousand sword beams cascaded from above.
"Impressive," Jason mused, charging forward to meet the attacks. With his Divine Ban technique engaged, the young elites were little more than practice dummies to him.
With a single, well-placed finger, Jason intercepted Wyatt Ye's sword.
Clang!
The massive impact jarred Wyatt Ye to the core, and he stumbled back, blood trickling from his lips, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Without breaking stride, Jason directed a casual palm strike toward Skylar Do. The golden array of fists disintegrated in mid-air, and Skylar was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing to the arena floor.
Then Sylvia Lu, the Saintess of the Ming Sect, surged forward with her twin Mother and Child Swords. With one sword, she unleashed the Heavenly Annihilation Sword Array, and with the other, the Heavenly Execution Sword Technique. Sword lights rained down, charged with a fierce, unstoppable killing intent.
In any other scenario, facing Sylvia's assault would have posed a serious challenge, but now, Jason's eyes glinted as he drew his Immortal Slayer Sword.
With a single, sweeping motion, he unleashed a radiant sword beam that shattered Sylvia's array, forcing her to stumble back.
Suddenly, Ryan Yu appeared behind Jason, wielding his Vast Sky Warhammer. His presence was a storm of destructive energy as he raised the weapon high above Jason, ready to strike with devastating force.
But in that split second, Jason smirked, unleashing a sudden elbow strike backward. The warhammer halted in mid-air as if caught in an invisible grip, while Ryan's face contorted in pain, blood trickling from his mouth.
The warhammer slipped from Ryan's grasp, landing heavily on the ground as he dropped to his knees, trembling from the shockwave that resonated through his body.
Seeing his comrades fall one by one, Ethan Ye, his eyes blazing with fury, activated the forbidden Reaper's Scythe technique once again. His dark, ominous scythe blotted out the sky as he leaped toward Jason.
"Another one?" Jason muttered, sounding almost bored. He didn't bother with any stance. He simply met the scythe with his fist.
The scythe shattered into fragments, and Ethan was blasted backward like a meteor, skidding across the arena floor in a cloud of dust, blood pooling beneath him as he lay defeated.
As he struggled to his feet, his body bruised and battered, he looked at Jason with hollow eyes, fingers clenching until his palms bled. "Why? Why is there such a gap between us?"
Jason shook his head, offering a look of bemused indifference. "Right now, you're just not there yet."
In truth, he thought, Come back when you're a better crop of cannon fodder. Right now, you're not even worth it.
With that, Jason turned, his gaze landing on the only one still standing—his sister-in-law, Lucia Dong. She clenched her teeth, eyes flashing with defiance.
"Are you going to make a move?" Jason asked, a trace of a smile on his lips, a smile that looked almost gentle—but in the eyes of the spectators, it was as menacing as a demon's grin.
They couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. Within minutes, Jason had crushed six of the most esteemed young elites of the Azure Sky Ranking in a display of sheer dominance.
Lucia glared at him, seething. "Don't underestimate me!"
Bathed in a radiant glow, she raised her Frostfire Spear, channeling her power as she transformed into a blazing phoenix of light, charging toward Jason with a fierce war cry.
Jason effortlessly parried her spear, redirecting the trajectory with a flick of his fingers. Sparks flew as his fingertip glided along the spear's edge, sending a cascade of shimmering embers into the air.
In a deft, fluid motion, Jason stepped forward and lightly tapped Lucia's forehead.
"Ah!" she gasped, stumbling back, falling off the edge of the arena. Her face flushed with both frustration and embarrassment as she scrambled to her feet, her pride thoroughly bruised.
Among the spectators, few had noticed the subtle interplay between Jason and Lucia, too stunned by the fact that, in a mere two minutes, Jason had systematically dismantled a lineup of the most feared young elites in the continent.
Seven of the brightest prodigies, hailing from the most prestigious sects, had been utterly defeated in a manner that seemed effortless. Their combined strength had been no match for Jason, who stood at an entirely different level.
From the high platform, one of the elders of the Protectorate Sect broke the silence, speaking in awe. "Could this young man truly be that rumored prodigy who could single-handedly crush an entire generation?"
Meanwhile, Miranda Murong's gaze lingered on Jason, her heart conflicted. Watching her disciple, Sarah Long, sitting off to the side, face flushed and eyes locked on Jason with admiration, Miranda sighed. "This foolish girl has completely fallen for him."
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