Chapter 54

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Chapter 54: Disguise

Ye Yun stood motionless, his expression solemn. He showed no visible injuries.

Nearly everyone struggled to believe their eyes. The power behind Duan Chenfeng’s punch was immense—even Nan Cheng and senior disciples wouldn’t dare claim to withstand it unscathed. Yet Ye Yun had lightly fended off the strike without a trace of harm.

"How is this possible? Unbelievable!"

"An illusion… must be an illusion!"

"This year’s new disciples are monstrously strong."

"Ye Yun and Duan Chenfeng will surely become true inheritors under the sect’s elders someday."

"Not so fast. They must survive the sect trial first—who knows if they’ll return?"

Nan Cheng’s eyes flickered with shock before gleaming with anticipation.

"Ye Yun… I knew you were special."

As murmurs spread, Ye Yun remained on the platform, eyes narrowed in thought.

By all logic, Duan Chenfeng’s punch should have overwhelmed him even if his cultivation level doubled. It surpassed anything conceivable at the Qi refining stage. Ye Yun doubted even Murong Wuhen could’ve deflected it so casually.

Yet he’d absorbed it effortlessly.

Ye Yun inhaled deeply, recalling the moment their fists collided.

Duan Chenfeng’s strike had unleashed an unstoppable force—a torrent of black-and-white energy roaring through Ye Yun’s arms into his body. Had that power fully penetrated, even his light-enhanced body would’ve shattered.

But Ye Yun had gambled for a reason. When Duan Chenfeng attacked, the black and white light in his chest had quivered—not in fear, but excitement. How could a treasure left by someone beyond the alchemy pill stage fear a mere Qi refining disciple’s punch? No—it hungered for the energy within that strike.

As the punch’s force surged inward, the light erupted with voracious suction. In an instant, it devoured the energy like a bottomless pit, leaving Ye Yun unharmed despite being flung backward. Secretly, he wished Duan Chenfeng would throw a hundred more punches—enough energy might spill back to match a month’s cultivation.

"Senior Duan," Ye Yun called, eyes glinting, "you’re holding back."

A strange light flickered in Duan Chenfeng’s gaze.

"I planned to crush you with thirty percent strength. My mistake. Now witness the true horror of the Great Sun Dark Ghost Fist!"

Though his voice seethed with rage, anticipation burned brighter within him.

"Try this!"

Spiritual power erupted anew. His left hand writhed with deathly black tendrils, transforming the space within one zhang into a spectral hell. His right hand blazed like a miniature sun through the replica Great Sun Boxing Gloves.

Opposing energies fused—an eerie convergence of light and darkness.

Suddenly, the black and white punch energies lost their clear separation and rapidly merged.

Yet an incomprehensible scene unfolded before everyone’s eyes. After merging, some witnesses saw pure black while others perceived pure white – as if the fist energy shifted between snowy white and ink-black tones.

Upon closer observation, this wasn’t mere color alternation but entirely different perceptions among observers.

"Great Sun Dark Ghost Fist!"

Duan Chenfeng exhaled sharply, slamming his fists together before launching them viciously at Ye Yun.

This strike bore no resemblance to the previous black-and-white mixture. Some disciples saw a jade-white fist charging forward, while others witnessed a sinister spectral claw dragging its victim towards hell’s abyss.

Though matching the previous attack’s raw power, this strike carried unsettling psychological effects. Those perceiving darkness felt ghostly chills gripping their hearts, while witnesses of the white version sensed a scorching sun desiccating rivers and reducing foliage to ash.

These mental illusions drained color from disciples’ faces. Quick-thinking cultivators shut their eyes to stabilize their minds, while persistent Yellow Robed Disciples turned deathly pale, their gazes growing unfocused.

Great Sun Dark Ghost Fist!

This technique not only reached body refinement stage’s peak strength but contained mental assaults. Against cultivators below late Qi refining stage – before spiritual consolidation began – such attacks proved nearly irresistible.

How could Ye Yun withstand this?

Ye Yun noticed the attack’s strangeness, but his perception differed from others. He clearly saw two separate strikes – one black, one white – merging through arcane means rather than true fusion. He realized this ninth-tier Celestial Technique’s true potential: when executed by Qi refining cultivators, its combined power might multiply tenfold or even hundredfold.

An extraordinary technique! An incredible strike!

Though the dancing black and white light within him maintained vigor, Ye Yun’s expression turned grave. Channeling all spiritual power into his crossed arms, he launched a counterattack.

BOOM!

Their second collision echoed across the arena. As Duan Chenfeng predicted, his attack tore through Ye Yun’s defenses, invasive energies penetrating the opponent’s arms.

This yin-yang strike might not kill instantly, but should cripple Ye Yun’s combat ability.

Ye Yun’s body flew backward, saved from ring expulsion by the jade railing’s impact. Within him, the black and white light convulsed wildly, emitting countless suction forces that coalesced around his arms.

The invasive energies poured into this light, which devoured them like a ravenous child, permitting no respite.

Ye Yun landed falcon-graceful, showing no visible injuries as he stepped firmly towards Duan Chenfeng. Yet the attacker noted his rival’s paler complexion – telltale sign of internal damage.

Face coloration revealed physical condition. Had Duan Chenfeng received those strikes, even he couldn’t have endured. Though Ye Yun possessed protective treasures, two such blows must have shaken his five internal organs. A few more might finish him.

Duan Chenfeng inhaled deeply, fists shimmering with merging lights.

"Let’s see how many strikes you can take!"

His meteoric fists launched again, thunderous momentum renewed.

Spectators Nan Cheng and Qu Yiping noticed anomalies – Ye Yun’s unsteady landing, pallid face, and sleeves trembling in windless air.

He was wounded!

Duan Chenfeng saw it. Qu Yiping saw it. The crowd saw it.

Ye Yun’s face now resembled bleached parchment.