Chapter 1579: A soft persimmon?

Yi Luoxiang, however, didn't care what he thought; all that mattered was that she had fun fighting.

Her figure danced around like a butterfly flitting among flowers, sending her opponent flying with every strike. This wasn't a fight; it was practically a game of ball.

Finally, feeling she had played enough, she casually slapped Huo Jian, sending him back into Yanbo Lake.

The moment he plunged into the lake, Huo Jian's heart shattered.

He had originally intended to make a grand entrance, display his personal charm, and win the favor of a beautiful woman. Yet, in just over ten minutes, he had already fallen into the lake three times. Had he forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home?

When he finally crawled back onto the shore, his eyes were filled with confusion. He had lost again, and twice in a row to women.

If his face wasn't swollen and his body wasn't in immense pain, he would truly believe he was dreaming. How was this possible?

Martial Saint was a Realm he had yearned for for many years. The moment he achieved the Breakthrough, he was overjoyed for several days, believing he stood at the Peak of the Martial Dao.

Once he left the Heavenly Palace, he would undoubtedly look down upon the martial arts world, receiving treatment akin to an emperor.

However, the ideal was grand, but reality was harsh. His first fights after becoming a Martial Saint resulted in him being beaten like a dog, and by two women at that.

"That's right, women! It must be women! The problem lies there. I fell for that Young man's trick."

At this thought, Huo Jian's heart stirred. These women in front of him were certainly experts, but the men might not be.

He looked at Ye Bufan and called out, "I concede this match, but I want to choose another one."

"Whatever. I told you, you can choose anyone you want, and there's no limit to the number of times."

Ye Bufan's lips curved into a playful smile. He still didn't know when to retreat; if he sought abuse, he couldn't blame others.

"You said it, no backing out."

Huo Jian pointed at Ye Tian, who was burning charcoal nearby: "I choose him."

In his opinion, since the women were all experts, this man must be an easy target; otherwise, he wouldn't be diligently burning charcoal on the side.

When he finished speaking, everyone present showed a strange expression.

After such a long time together, everyone had come to understand Ye Tian, knowing he was Ye Bufan's brother and the only Great Perfection-level expert among them.

Su Ruyue and the others didn't understand Situ Dianmo's current situation, so in their eyes, this fool in front of them had chosen the strongest person among them.

Ye Tian didn't even put Huo Jian in his eyes, and he seemed to not hear his provocation, still diligently burning charcoal.

Ye Bufan's mouth twitched: "Are you sure? Out of humanitarianism, I advise you to choose someone else."

Ye Tian was originally a Heavenly Corpse, equivalent to a Body Cultivator in the Martial Dao. His attacks were always ruthless and would not be as measured as Yi Luoxiang and the others.

If he were to fight him, the opponent's miserable fate was predictable.

But the more he said this, the more Huo Jian believed he had finally chosen the right person this time.

Especially seeing the reactions of women like Su Ruyue and Dongfang Huizhong, he became even more convinced of his idea.

Choose another? I won't fall for your trick.

Huo Jian didn't believe Ye Bufan would kindly remind him and firmly said, "I choose him. The reason I lost two matches just now is because I didn't want to attack women. Even if I won, it would be an unfair victory, so I want to choose a man."

This guy spoke passionately and righteously, as if everything he said was true.

"Alright then, you brought this upon yourself, so don't blame others."

Ye Bufan turned to Ye Tian, "Brother, since he chose you, give him a taste of his own medicine. Remember to hold back; don't kill him."

"Young man, playing mind games, are we? Trying to scare me? Do you think I was raised by fear?"

Huo Jian curled his lips, completely unconvinced. In his view, Ye Bufan had been caught by his weakness and was playing mind games, trying to scare him away.

At this moment, Ye Tian put down his tools and walked towards him.

"Young man, since you're a man, I won't hold back anymore. Be careful, I'm making my move!"

Learning from previous lessons, Huo Jian no longer put on airs. After speaking, he struck first, moving his foot and appearing before Ye Tian, then fiercely punching him in the chest.

Facing his punch, Ye Tian seemed not to see it, or perhaps was stunned, standing there motionless, not even glancing at him.

"As expected, he's a good-for-nothing. It seems I've chosen correctly this time."

Huo Jian was ecstatic, but his hand showed no mercy, smashing a punch into Ye Tian's chest.

But then, the expression on his face instantly froze. As a Martial Saint, his punch could split mountains and shatter gold and jade.

Yet, when it landed on Ye Tian's chest, there was no reaction at all, as if he had struck a huge mountain. Not only was there no effect, but it also shook him, sending him stumbling back seven or eight steps.

"Uh… how can he be so hard?"

Huo Jian's mind was completely in disarray. He had originally thought he had chosen an easy target, but he never expected him to be so incredibly tough. He was clearly a Body Refining Martial Saint.

Damn, since when were Martial Saints as common as dogs?

He never imagined that the two women and one man he chose were all Martial Saint-level experts. Could it be that everyone here was a Martial Saint? But how was that possible?

"I don't care! I don't believe you're truly that strong."

With that thought, Huo Jian gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and drew the treasured sword from his back. He directly used his weapon and stabbed towards the other party's chest again.

He secretly gritted his teeth, "Even if you are a Body Cultivator and can block my punch, can you also block a treasured sword? Unless your Cultivation is much higher than mine."

But he absolutely did not believe this. They were both Young men in their twenties; even if you Cultivated from your mother's womb, how much higher could you be?

The Azure Wood Sword Sect was originally based on the sword. Under the True Qi's propulsion, the treasured sword in his hand pulsed with sword light, emitting an overwhelming chill, and stabbed towards Ye Tian like lightning.

Ye Tian still stood there, motionless, as if he saw nothing.

"Let's see how long you can keep up the act!"

Huo Jian fully unleashed the power of the treasured sword in his hand and fiercely stabbed at Ye Tian's right chest.

In the blink of an eye, the sword tip touched his chest. First, there was a crisp clang, followed by a crack. The treasured sword, made of fine steel, actually broke into two pieces.

And Ye Tian's chest was completely unharmed; not even his skin was broken.

"Uh…"

Huo Jian was completely terrified. Although the sword in his hand wasn't a peerless treasured sword, it was definitely made of fine steel, a High Grade among treasured swords. How could it just break like that? How powerful must his Cultivation be?

Now, he was truly scared. He realized that Ye Bufan wasn't trying to scare him earlier; this charcoal burner was genuinely terrifying.

At this point, he no longer had the courage to fight on and was about to concede.

"I…"

He originally wanted to say, "I concede," but just as he uttered the word "I," Ye Tian moved.

As the saying goes, if he doesn't move, he's still, but when he moves, he's as fast as thunder. He also threw a punch, fiercely smashing into Huo Jian's chest.

Similarly, when it came to striking, Ye Tian's punch was much heavier than Dongfang Huizhong's and Yi Luoxiang's.

He felt as if his chest had been struck by a cannonball. His entire body flew backward, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed into the sky.

This was still after Ye Bufan's early warning; otherwise, Ye Tian's punch would probably have directly blown him apart.

Huo Jian was not only severely injured but also completely terrified. How could he possibly have the courage to stay there any longer?

After stabilizing himself in mid-air, he turned and ran, flying with all his might towards the imperial capital.