Thunderstorm Serpent Dance!
The scattered arcs of lightning crackled, shattering every light along the way.
Yet Shen Ye did not stop. He clashed with an invisible presence in the void.
His movements flowed like water, dodging countless attacks.
His palms struck like thunder, unleashing one bolt after another.
The onlookers were dumbfounded.
“Ayi, what is Shen Ye fighting? Why can’t I see his opponent at all?”
Among the crowd, the bruised and battered Guo Yunye whispered.
“I don’t know either.” Zhang Xiaoyi was quick-witted. He glanced around at the expressions of the people nearby, then lowered his voice. “But whatever it is, it must be incredible.”
“Why?” Guo Yunye couldn’t help but ask.
“Just look at those noble brats—like they just lost their parents. That should tell you how terrifying he is.” Zhang Xiaoyi smirked.
On the other side—
Qian Rushan trembled uncontrollably, his voice hoarse.
“The Heavenly Eye… he’s already awakened the Heavenly Eye…”
His tone was a mix of joy, disbelief, and profound despair.
Beside him, Yu Sihai stepped forward and patted his shoulder, as if to offer some form of consolation.
In the blink of an eye—
Shen Ye didn’t retreat but advanced, spinning into a sweeping kick.
Frost bite!
The black serpent, enraged after being struck by the earlier lightning, lunged at Shen Ye’s leg with its fangs bared.
But it bit only air.
Shen Ye’s form remained in an offensive stance—yet his figure dissolved like flowing water, vanishing completely.
Phantom Step—Flowing Moon!
“You looking for me?” Shen Ye’s voice rang out.
His real body appeared beside the black serpent, leg covered with force, kicking out fiercely.
A layer of chilling white mist enveloped his leg.
This was the true Frost Bite!
Boom.
The black serpent was sent flying, crashing through the banquet hall and landing in the plaza outside the palace.
Taking advantage of the moment, Shen Ye turned to look at the young man in white robes.
The youth stared at him, eyes wide in disbelief.
“You can see it?”
Shen Ye dashed forward, hands crackling with thunder.
“You challenge me openly but unleash a venomous serpent in secret—there’s nothing to discuss with a treacherous bastard like you. Die!”
The white-robed youth finally realized that Shen Ye could see the serpent. His face went deathly pale.
But the battle had already begun—there was no turning back now.
Forcing himself to stay composed, he drew a long staff and swung it with powerful gusts of wind.
“I’m ranked fourth—who the hell are you?!”
The two clashed instantly, exchanging dozens of moves in mere moments.
The more they fought, the more the white-robed youth was shaken—
This guy… whether in reflexes or techniques, he wasn’t inferior in the slightest!
Then, Shen Ye struck out with another Thunderclap Palm, colliding directly with his opponent.
Boom!
Roaring Thunder!
The white-robed youth staggered backward, his wrist numb, barely able to grip his staff.
“You… have returned?”
He shouted the words.
Shen Ye immediately understood.
So this guy… couldn’t see the venomous serpent either.
—The serpent must have been a gift from his family, meant to assist him in battle. He himself didn’t possess the Heavenly Eye!
Which meant—
He only ranked fourth on the newcomer leaderboard because of that snake?
Completely unfair.
But the world was unfair.
Shen Ye took two steps back and kicked the black serpent away again.
“You left yourself wide open—you’re done!”
Seeing an opportunity, the white-robed youth lunged, swinging his staff at Shen Ye’s chest with full force.
Shen Ye had no time to dodge.
But he didn’t intend to dodge.
A faint white glow formed in the air, shaping itself into small floating text:
“You have allocated all your attribute points to Strength.”
“Current Strength: 4.3 + 10 = 14.3.”
14.3 Strength.
For reference—1 point of Strength equaled the power of an average adult male.
Strength wasn’t just raw muscle—it encompassed the resilience of bones and organs, the toughness of meridians, and the explosive force of the entire body.
When a talented middle school graduate reached 1 point of Strength, they could get into a decent high school.
To apply for one of the world’s top three high schools, they needed a Strength of at least 5.
That was the requirement set by the Martial Arts Organization.
This standard represented the cream of the crop—
The scions of noble families.
If an ordinary student, without a noble family’s training, reached that number, it meant they had immense potential.
Yet—
Shen Ye’s Strength was now at 14.3.
The staff came crashing down.
He stood still, letting it strike his chest directly.
“Hah! Got you! How many ribs did I just break? Or did I pierce your lung? Still dare to act arrogant in front of me?”
The white-robed youth laughed triumphantly.
But Shen Ye remained unmoving.
His hand had already seized the staff—and he yanked it hard.
The white-robed youth never saw it coming.
He was a prodigy from a noble house, protected by a venomous serpent, undefeated among his peers.
—Who would’ve thought his opponent wouldn’t even be hurt and would snatch his staff instead?
The next moment, the crowd gasped.
Shen Ye pulled him forward, gripping his collar tightly.
“You—”
The youth roared in fury, abandoning his staff and hammering his fists into Shen Ye.
Yet Shen Ye merely shifted slightly, protecting his vital points, and let the blows land.
Thud.
Thud thud thud.
Thud thud thud thud thud.
It looked like Shen Ye was getting pummeled—
But—
He wasn’t hurt at all.
Fists struck his shoulders, chest, ribs, waist, hips, legs—yet it felt like hitting a brick wall. He didn’t budge.
He simply held the youth’s collar.
The fabric tore.
As the white-robed youth struggled, his clothes shredded into strips.
Panic filled his eyes—he kept thrashing, but he couldn’t break free from Shen Ye’s grip.
Shen Ye only gazed at him with mocking amusement.
The youth finally snapped, roaring—
“What the hell are you looking at?!”
At that moment, a line of small text appeared in Shen Ye’s vision:
“Special condition met. Your North East Divine Fist has been enhanced in this unique scenario, upgrading to Green (Excellent) quality.”
Shen Ye grinned.
So this… was how Nort East-style boxing was meant to be used.
He grabbed the youth’s head—
And slammed a punch straight into his face.
Smack.
The young man in the white robe trembled violently from the blow.
Looking again, his face was covered in blood, his front teeth broken, and blood foamed from his mouth.
Shen Ye tilted his head and sneered, “You got a problem?”
A new line of small text suddenly appeared:
“Double special conditions activated. Under this unique scenario, your North East Divine Fist has been enhanced, instantly upgraded to blue (Excellent) quality.”
It works like this too?!
Shen Ye was eager to test it out and immediately wanted to throw another punch.
Suddenly—
A blurred shadow shot toward him with terrifying, razor-sharp killing intent.
Shen Ye dodged to the side in an instant.
The black snake was back!
Its entire body pulsed with a continuous surge of dark light, as if it was finally unleashing its full strength for battle.
Shen Ye’s thoughts stirred, and he simply used the young man in the white robe as a pivot, circling around him to evade the furious black snake.
As a result, the black snake found itself in an awkward situation.
Indeed, if it disregarded the young man in white and attacked them both at once, it could definitely land a hit on Shen Ye.
But it couldn’t ignore him.
This led to an absurd sight—
Shen Ye moved in circles around the young man, successfully dodging the black snake’s full-force attacks dozens of times.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
The young man in white snapped back to his senses and launched a fierce counterattack.
Shen Ye didn’t humor him at all. With a sharp “You got a problem?” he maintained his fist technique at its blue-tier strength, casually clashing with the opponent’s staff and neutralizing the attack with ease.
At this point, the outcome was already crystal clear to everyone.
The scales of victory began to tilt.
Whoosh—
Shen Ye swung a punch, distorting the young man’s face.
That punch was brutal!
The young man in white staggered, his mind reeling. He tried to fight back, but his strength was failing him.
“No surrendering now—that’d be way too boring.”
Shen Ye said as he advanced with quick steps, launching a rapid combo of punches.
The young man convulsed under the relentless assault, his body twisting violently as blood spewed from his mouth.
Fortunately, the black snake finally found an opening and lunged.
Boom!
Thunder Palm!
Shen Ye sent the young man flying, pressing his advantage with a swift step forward. He spun and unleashed a Frost Bite kick, blasting the black snake away once more.
Seizing the moment—
He grabbed the young man by the throat.
Smack!
A loud slap echoed like a judge’s gavel striking the desk.
“Without that snake, you’re nothing.”
Shen Ye said gently.
The young man seemed to be reaching for something, but after that slap, all his strength drained away.
Holding him up, Shen Ye turned toward the empty air and spoke:
“Move again, and I’ll snap his neck.”
The black snake froze mid-air, halting its charge.
It stared at Shen Ye, then at the young man, unsure of what to do.
Shen Ye chuckled.
A beast was still just a beast—it had already exposed its hand.
——It couldn’t let the young man die.
Shen Ye locked eyes with the black snake and murmured:
“Stay still. If you move, he dies.”
“I swear it.”
Crack, crack, crack—
The young man’s neck creaked under the pressure of Shen Ye’s grip.
The black snake hesitated for a long moment before finally curling itself into a coil, maintaining a distance of over ten meters, silently watching Shen Ye.
It was using its actions to communicate.
——Don’t kill him.
Shen Ye laughed.
Only then did he lower his gaze to the young man in his grasp.
“Your name?” he asked.
“You’re not worthy—”
Smack!
Another slap landed.
The young man’s cheeks swelled up like a pig’s head, completely losing his previous elegant demeanor.
“See? You can’t even beat me, yet you dare challenge Xiao Mengyu?”
Shen Ye’s voice rang through the banquet hall.
Xiao Mengyu stared at him without blinking, gripping her sword so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
He was speaking to the air!
Heavenly Eye.
It had to be Heavenly Eye…
He had actually awakened Heavenly Eye!
No wonder he stopped me earlier. I couldn’t see that spirit beast—if I had stepped in, I would’ve suffered for sure!
Shen Ye lifted the young man high and said:
“I asked for your name so you could say your final words. But since you don’t appreciate the gesture, it doesn’t really matter to me.”
The young man locked eyes with him—and a deep sense of dread surged within him.
——Though the other party was smiling, his eyes were filled with nothing but killing intent!
He’s going to kill me.
He absolutely will!
“—Help! Someone save me! He’s going to kill me!”
Consumed by overwhelming terror, the young man could no longer hold back—he screamed at the top of his lungs.
TL : Every clan has a different way of referring to the Heavenly Eye, but I will refer to it as the Heavenly Eye so its not confusing
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