Chapter 22: Yang Wenzhao's Approval, the Head-Patting Kill He's Been Longing For!

"Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword!"

Ye Ling's body twisted as he approached, golden light turning into dust, scattering and swirling around him.

His dual swords made direct contact with Yang Wenzhao's Holy Light Cross Slash, and to everyone's surprise, instantly dissipated it.

And this sword strike did not end there.

Instead, it struck directly toward Yang Wenzhao.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, a continuous series of clashing sounds exploded in the air; in just a single breath of time, no one knew how many times Ye Ling's attacks had collided with Yang Wenzhao's.

The dual swords in his hands erupted like a massive meat grinder.

Seeing this, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Them? Were they seeing things? Yang Wenzhao! This was Yang Wenzhao, after all!?

Actually evenly matched with a boy they had never seen before? What kind of joke was this! However, it wasn't just them who were shocked.

There was also Yang Wenzhao.

But he was purely surprised.

"This? This is the Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword?"

"This is Lord Xingyu's unique skill, the Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword? How does Ye Ling know this skill? Could he have obtained Lord Xingyu's inheritance?"

"Impossible! I haven't even mastered this Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword! Even if he obtained the inheritance, how could he possibly know it?"

Ye Ling's Spiritual Power was insufficient; he could not use the Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword to its full potential.

However, Yang Wenzhao's was not necessarily much higher, and due to some negligence, this sword strike landed, and Yang Wenzhao, caught off guard, was struck.

There was no possibility of much resistance; he retreated a full three steps before stabilizing his body.

Only the arm that was struck bled.

Seeing this scene, the entire crowd was stunned.

Yang Wenzhao? Actually fell into a disadvantage? This? How is this possible?

Suddenly, even Gui Wu dared not speak.

But his eyes were still excited! He couldn't wait to watch Yang Wenzhao kill Ye Ling! Yang Wenzhao was not angry, but looked at Ye Ling with surprise.

"Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword?"

"How do you know the Battle-Kill Revolving Circle Sword?"

"Impossible! Even I haven't learned it!"

"Who did you learn it from?"

Ye Ling understood his question and smiled: "There are many eyes and ears, I cannot say the specific situation, but it should be about the same as what you are thinking in your heart."

"About the same as what I am thinking in my heart?" Yang Wenzhao was stunned.

He did not expect this boy to have gone further than himself in Lord Xingyu's inheritance. "Interesting, I originally thought you would only be someone who barely qualified and couldn't reach the top ten."

"But that sword strike just now gave me a different feeling."

"It's a pity that there is too little time left for you. You should have only just broken through to the Third Rank. Now there are only three months left for you to cultivate. In the upcoming serious battles, you will not be my opponent."

"However, I am quite looking forward to a real battle with you!"

"Perhaps, in the next Demon Hunt Squad war, you will become a good opponent for me!"

"Oh?" A hint of playfulness appeared on Ye Ling's face.

Just from the collision of the two swords earlier, Ye Ling could see that Yang Wenzhao's strength was above his own.

But only for now! As the Child of Light, he would not admit defeat. He was determined to carve out a path in this era, and even in the history of the entire Holy Demon Continent; how could he possibly admit defeat at this time?

Moreover, the gap between himself and Yang Wenzhao was not actually terrifying! "Perhaps, there is no need for the Demon Hunt Squad." Ye Ling was very direct, his fighting spirit surging ever more intensely:

"In the young Knight Temple Temple Competition three months from now, you will lose at my hands!"

Ye Ling's incomparably surging fighting spirit swept through the surroundings at this moment.

It actually made many of the knights take a step back, showing how terrifying that will was.

Even Yang Wenzhao himself had a feeling of being suppressed.

The surging fighting spirit within it fell upon him along with an absolute suppression of light.

The majestic pressure made Yang Wenzhao himself feel a slight tremor.

But he was a Punishment Knight after all; this kind of environment actually made him feel hot-blooded.

A special warm current stimulated the pride in his bones. He had no fear; instead, a wave of terrifying fighting spirit surged from within him once again.

It churned intensely.

Instantly, it pushed back toward Ye Ling's position.

"I am indeed looking forward to the arrival of that day."

Although Yang Wenzhao was usually very calm, deep down he still possessed the fighting fanaticism belonging to a Punishment Knight.

In the past, Long Xingyu had such talent and achieved such terrifying accomplishments.

And in terms of talent alone, Yang Wenzhao was even above Long Xingyu.

Although he usually addressed Long Xingyu as "Lord Xingyu," the young Yang Wenzhao always viewed his future achievements as being above Long Xingyu's!

He did not mean to look down on Ye Ling at all.

But he did not believe that a boy as obscure as Ye Ling could defeat him!

However, he was still quite curious about Ye Ling's confidence and his relationship with Long Xingyu.

But there was no rush to ask these things.

He waved his hand and said: "A knight's most loyal quality is honesty. I said earlier that I would never hold these things against you."

"See you in three months!"

"See you in the finals." Ye Ling nodded and said: "A word of advice: set aside your status and properly manage your subordinates. Today's incident would not have happened otherwise." Yang Wenzhao realized, nodded, and said: "Thank you."

After saying this, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

They then quickly departed.

They walked out of this area.

The remaining Knights nearby could not hold back any longer and immediately walked toward Yang Wenzhao's position.

They all kept the name Ye Ling in their hearts, but they still offered the necessary flattery to Yang Wenzhao.

"Brother Wen Zhao, this person rode right up to your face to mock you; are you just going to let it go like this?"

"That's right, as the grandson of the Alliance Leader, you are surely the strongest existence. If you can even endure someone riding up to your face and saying they want to suppress you, can this really be tolerated?"

"Exactly, he was too arrogant just now. If I hadn't been too embarrassed to speak up, I definitely would have acted on your behalf first!"

Yang Wenzhao was disgusted by their flattery: "Shut up!"

The crowd immediately stopped speaking.

Since Yang Wenzhao had spoken, they did not dare to say anything else.

Only Gui Wu was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Yang Wenzhao looked over; at first, he had not noticed anything.

After Ye Ling's reminder.

He began to think. From the moment Gui Wu returned to the moment just now with Ye Ling, he pondered everything in his mind, and Yang Wenzhao analyzed quite a few things.

Without hesitation, a terrifying ray of light appeared from his hand and instantly struck Gui Wu.

Gui Wu had no possibility of blocking it; he flew backward and was dragged three meters along the ground.

His entire body was covered in blood.

And Yang Wenzhao also showed a rare trace of anger:

"Gui Wu, I don't care what conflicts you have; I can let bygones be bygones regarding what just happened. If you still want to use me as a tool, I will make you pay the price immediately."

"You should believe that I can do it."

Once Yang Wenzhao said these words, Gui Wu was effectively sentenced to death.

He could no longer hang around by his side.

And after the words fell, Yang Wenzhao walked away directly, too lazy to pay attention to Gui Wu.

Likewise, he did not intend to continue staying here; he left directly and headed toward his own home.

He wanted to hurry and find his grandfather, Saint Alliance Leader Yang Haohan.

He knew every genius at Yulong Pass, so he would certainly be able to help him find the answer.

He had to know everything about Ye Ling! Only Gui Wu, who was full of anger but also deep despair, remained on the spot. After watching them leave, Chen Ying'er let out a long breath.

"Finally gone. Ye Ling is probably not Yang Wenzhao's match right now; if they really clashed, that would be troublesome." Chen Ying'er felt relieved inside.

But she did not feel at ease for long.

Ye Ling, who was to the side, looked straight at Chen Ying'er, which startled her and made her blush.

H-h-h-he, what is he trying to do? "Regarding what Yang Wenzhao said just now, I think I might need an explanation," Ye Ling said.

The pile of words Yang Wenzhao said just now had left him somewhat confused.

Top ten in the Youth Knight Competition? What kind of nonsensical thing was that?

He needed an explanation.

"It's just..." Chen Ying'er paused: "Actually, my grandfather is the Soul Temple Hall Master, Chen Hongyu."

"And then?" Ye Ling asked, puzzled.

Chen Ying'er was even more puzzled: "You aren't surprised?"

"My teacher told me." Long Xingyu had indeed told Ye Ling, "However, what I am curious about is, what is the situation with that top ten ranking?"

Chen Ying'er told him everything the teacher had said.

Hearing everything, Ye Ling was somewhat surprised.

"You chose me, right?" Ye Ling asked.

Chen Ying'er nodded her little head somewhat timidly; she was afraid Ye Ling would be angry. Ye Ling was not angry; instead, a trace of warmth welled up in his heart, and he felt a bit elated.

He had not achieved any great accomplishments in his few years at Yulong Pass.

But there was a girl who did not look at his "talent,"

but rather chose him and helped him because she was fond of him as a person? Thinking of this, Ye Ling slowly reached out his hand toward Chen Ying'er's head.

Sensing this, Chen Ying'er felt a bit afraid.

She was at fault and had hidden many things from Ye Ling.

But he wouldn't hit her, would he? But she did not dare to dodge; she did not want to lose such an excellent "friend."

She just stood there somewhat pitifully, wanting to move but not knowing what to do.

"Ye Ling, don't be too hard, I'm afraid of pain..." Chen Ying'er was just about to say.

If Ye Ling was angry, then letting him vent his anger was fine, as long as he was still willing to be her friend and accompany her. She was too lonely.

However, that pain did not appear.

Chen Ying'er only felt a palm suddenly appear on her head, ruffling her pink hair buns. She looked up and saw Ye Ling, who was not angry but full of happiness.

"Since it is confirmed that this is the kind of recognition, this so-called 'engagement' recognition."

"Then, I don't have to worry. I'll just do this thing I've always wanted to do first."

(End of chapter)