Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 198: So Easy

Chapter 198: Chapter 198: So Easy

However, if they knew that, even when surrounded by seven Innate Experts of the Ma Family, Ye Fei was able to kill in a single strike,

they would realize that Mu Yong and the others in front of him were nothing in comparison!

"A-anyway, don’t forget, the Xuanyin Sect still has a legendary powerhouse, Luo Wenchang! Once Luo Wenchang steps in, Mr. Ye won’t have it so easy!"

Someone, although shocked, still spoke with a hint of refusal to acknowledge the facts.

"Yes! There’s still Luo Wenchang! If Luo Wenchang shows up, that will truly determine whether Mr. Ye deserves the title of the strongest Martial King!"

The martial artist who spoke earlier nodded in agreement.

However, as everyone refocused their attention on Ye Fei, he couldn’t help but sigh softly again, muttering to himself, "Why does my intuition tell me that, even if Luo Wenchang appears, Mr. Ye may still handle it with ease? Could I be mistaken?"

While those around him were debating, Mu Yong’s eyes were filled with venomous hatred!

Indeed!

He had never imagined that this unremarkable young man before him would be Ye Fei of Su Province, possessing such strength!

But now, his disciples were crippled, and two of his brethren were dead.

How could he not be enraged?

"So, you’re the legendary Mr. Ye, hiding so deeply! But do you think our Xuanyin Sect has no way to deal with you?"

Mu Yong said, casting a glance at Jia Sanniang.

Jia Sanniang’s eyes immediately flashed with hesitation, but soon Mu Yong shouted angrily, "Sanniang, have you forgotten that Elder Sect Master Luo is in the rear hall?"

"E-Elder Sect Master Luo?"

At these words, Jia Sanniang’s entire body trembled, and then she resolutely nodded.

Seeing this, Mu Yong turned back to Ye Fei and sneered coldly, "You’re strong, but under this move, you will undoubtedly die!"

Swish!

Just as the words left his mouth, both Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang moved simultaneously.

With a roar, both of their bodies suddenly radiated a burst of green light.

"This... this is the Corpse Transformation Technique! The Xuanyin Sect’s most powerful secret art!" Someone knowledgeable cried out immediately.

Corpse Transformation?

What is that?

Everyone looked on in confusion, only to see the green light vanish in an instant.

Under the green glow, Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang had vanished entirely, leaving only two monstrous figures covered in green fur behind. Evidently, these creatures were none other than Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang after transforming.

The two monsters stood over three meters tall, their bodies covered in green fur as thick as steel needles. Their faces were grim and fanged, with bloodthirsty glows emanating from their eyes, and a rancid stench wafted off them, sickening everyone nearby.

No wonder Jia Sanniang hesitated earlier when Mu Yong spoke.

Turning into this form—no doubt any woman would instinctively reject such a transformation, wouldn’t they?

As for those previously entranced by Jia Sanniang’s flirtatious demeanor, they now felt a chilling gust sweep through them before their stomachs twisted violently, causing them to vomit uncontrollably.

"Boy! You forced us into this form; you’re dead for certain!"

The monster that Jia Sanniang had become was utterly enraged by the sight of the onlookers’ reactions, blaming everything on Ye Fei.

But Mu Yong merely sneered, "Why waste words on him! After the Corpse Transformation, our attack and defense capabilities are incomparable to before. Especially our speed, which now exceeds the Martial King Peak! Kill him!"

With that, Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang split into two directions, transforming into streaks of green light as they charged toward Ye Fei. Their speed was so blindingly fast that the spectators couldn’t even make out their afterimages.

"Master! Be careful!"

Seeing the duo’s incredible speed, Ma Ning furrowed his brows and prepared to step forward.

But Ye Fei simply raised a hand and said lightly, "No need. They’re just beasts in human form. One palm strike will suffice."

"One palm? Boy, you’re too arrogant!"

Hearing Ye Fei’s words, Mu Yong burst out laughing and said, "Even if you truly had the power to kill us in one blow, can you even keep up with our speed? If you can’t touch us, what’s the point of your claim? Just wait for us to find your weakness and eliminate you!"

As he spoke, Mu Yong and Jia Sanniang moved even faster, their blinding speed leaving the crowd unable to pinpoint their locations.

"Speed, you say?"

Standing proudly in the middle, Ye Fei chuckled at these words.

Competing in speed?

How could a physical speed derived from transforming into monsters ever compare to "Shrinking the Ground into an Inch," a profound magic that operated on the principles of spatial manipulation?

With that thought, Ye Fei took a single step forward, and his figure instantly vanished.

Seeing this, Mu Yong burst into laughter. "What a fool, trying to match our speed—this is self-destruction at its finest..."

Before he could finish speaking, his laughter was abruptly cut short as he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulder.

When he turned his head to look, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Because, at that moment, Ye Fei was standing effortlessly beside him, with one hand casually resting on his shoulder and a calm expression as he said, "Using your body to nurture corpse energy and transform into a zombie, is it? Quite interesting."

"Y-you... how are you so fast?"

Mu Yong hurriedly recoiled, retreating desperately.

But before he could fully withdraw, Ye Fei’s palm pressed against his chest, and he spoke lightly, "It’s not that I’m fast; it’s that you’re too slow. Break!"

Boom!

Black Demon Flames erupted from Ye Fei’s hand, engulfing Mu Yong and the advancing Jia Sanniang in an instant.

"Damn you!"

As the Demon Flames spread over him, Mu Yong was thrown into chaos and fury!

"If that’s the case, then... perish!!"

Suddenly, Mu Yong’s body trembled violently, all the green fur on him stood on end, and his entire being began emitting a dense green gas.

"Not good! It’s poisoned!"

Seeing this, the surrounding onlookers immediately held their breath and retreated.

"Poisoned?"

Ye Fei, however, remained stationary, his expression unchanging as he said indifferently, "If this is your final trump card, I must say, I’m disappointed."

"Disappointed? Hah, do you think it’s just poison?"

Mu Yong sneered, "Now you’ll pay the price for your arrogance! Explode! Don’t worry—the explosion will only destroy this transformed corpse body. I won’t die. But you, you will be devoured entirely by the blast of corpse energy!"

"No!"

Hearing this, Ma Ning didn’t think twice before rushing toward Ye Fei’s side.

But it was too late.

The green gas began to shimmer like countless tiny light bulbs, rapidly glowing brighter and hotter as it spread toward Ye Fei.

Ye Fei frowned slightly at the sight, then coldly thrust both fists forward, shouting sternly, "Demon Slaughter Second Style, Evil-breaking!"

Boom!

With that strike, the walls and ceiling of the Xuanyin Sect’s main hall were completely obliterated.

The grand main hall of the Xuanyin Sect was reduced to nothingness.

The debris created by the collapsing structure sent dust flying into the air, nearly blinding everyone before burying them beneath the rubble.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

The cultivators finally, with great effort, pushed away the stones and debris around them, climbing out of the wreckage.

But none of them paid any attention to their injuries; their eyes immediately turned to the center of the battle, their hearts filled with a single, pressing question.

Who was the victor?

Was it Mu Yong, who had bet everything on detonating his transformed form?

Or was it Ye Fei, who had remained calm and collected throughout?

Tap, tap.

The cold wind howled as the sound of footsteps echoed from the misty battleground. A young man’s silhouette slowly emerged from the haze, stepping fully into view.

Clad in black, he stood proudly before the crowd.

A face devoid of joy or sorrow, but in his hand rested a jet-black, jade-green flute.

"It’s... it’s Mr. Ye! He won!"