Sensing Wang Jian's powerful aura, Ying Ye's expression turned rather strange. "How can your aura still be so strong at your age?"
He had known about Wang Jian's strength before. In his youth, he was definitely a powerful figure. Just his presence was enough to make many people tremble with fear. However, as he grew older, his strength gradually declined and was no longer comparable to before.
But the aura he exudes now is incredibly powerful, which Ying Ye truly cannot understand.
Wang Jian's aura surged, his gaze falling indifferently on him. "I've already said it before, you have no idea of my strength!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved and instantly rushed towards Ying Ye. His speed was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Ying Ye. His spear whistled down and pressed straight towards Ying Ye's face.
Sensing the power of this attack, Ying Ye dared not be careless in the slightest. His expression darkened, and he raised his longsword to block the fierce spear.
"Bang!"
The spear fell with tremendous force, instantly bending Ying Ye's body. The powerful force swept outwards, causing him to shatter the ground beneath his feet.
Faced with that overwhelming pressure, Ying Ye gritted his teeth and roared, "Don't underestimate me!"
He gripped the longsword tightly with both hands and pushed it forcefully. As his aura surged, a powerful force spread from the longsword, causing Wang Jian to stagger backward.
But Wang Jian remained calm throughout, and even as he retreated, he landed smoothly and with ease.
The attack was effective. Ying Ye no longer hesitated and suddenly lunged forward, raising his longsword high and slashing at Wang Jian again.
After that attack, he had gained some confidence even when facing Wang Jian. No longer afraid, he attacked without hesitation. His longsword surged with energy, and he pressed down fiercely with a violent sword intent.
Wang Jian remained calm in the face of this attack, raising his spear to block the sword.
Even the surging sword intent was directly shattered and turned into nothingness the moment it came into contact with the spear.
He stood there, his figure like an unshakeable mountain, as if no matter how Ying Ye attacked, he could not budge him in the slightest.
Upon seeing this, Ying Ye's eyes widened. "How is this possible?!"
He had trained outside for many years, and although his strength was not invincible, he was definitely a top expert among martial artists. However, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness when facing Wang Jian.
Wang Jian gently pushed with his spear, unleashing a violent force that sent Ying Ye flying. He crashed to the ground with a thud, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
It was clear that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
Even so, he was not prepared to give up. With a cold snort, he prepared to get up again.
Wang Jian's furious shout rang out, "It's over!"
The spear came whistling through the air, and a terrifying aura swept down, causing Ying Ye's entire body to bend over and kneel on the ground.
The powerful force tore his clothes apart, leaving him covered in wounds.
He knelt helplessly on the ground, his face ashen.
His martial arts skills, which he was so proud of, were utterly inadequate in front of Wang Jian; the difference in strength was so vast and immeasurable.
Wang Jian looked at him calmly, "This is the difference in power between you and me, but the difference between you and the Great Qin is far greater than this."
Ying Ye knelt on the ground, his eyes vacant, his thoughts swirling back to when he was eight years old.
He knelt on the ground like that, tears streaming down his face, pleading with Ying Zheng, "Please! Please save my mother!"
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