Reading Tang Yan's lip movements, Wan Fei could guarantee ten thousand times over that he had mouthed, "Auntie, congratulations!"

Damn it, she was only twenty-two years old!

Last time at Cangyun Mountain, she had been in a sorry state, so she let it slide when he called her that. But right now, in what way did she resemble an auntie?

Suppressing the urge to spar with her lifesaver, she glared fiercely at Tang Yan before returning to her seat in the Fang City pavilion.

Tang Yan clearly read the unspoken threat in Wan Fei's eyes: Just you wait.

"Oh? Miss Wan Fei, you won your match, yet you look so upset?" Seeing Wan Fei approach, Fang Xuan teased, though a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes.

"Hmph, mind your own business," Wan Fei, still fuming, replied curtly.

"Ha, in this Eastern Region Grand Competition, Fang City might occupy three of the top five spots," Cheng Gong laughed.

"Song City's people thought the exact same thing earlier, and they ended up losing," Wan Fei replied flatly, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh? Does Miss Wan Fei believe that Tang Yan can defeat Fang Xuan or me?" Cheng Gong felt a faint surge of anger in his heart.

"There are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heaven. Young Master Cheng, do not underestimate your opponent."

Cheng Gong laughed out of sheer anger. He stood up and declared, "I will go see what number that kid drew, and perhaps try to cross hands with him."

Watching Cheng Gong's back, a smug smile surfaced on Wan Fei's face. Hmph, still daring to call me auntie? Your retribution has arrived.

"Kid, what is your number?"

Tang Yan was speaking with Lin Dongxue when a voice suddenly questioned him. Turning his head, he saw Cheng Gong approaching and felt a bit baffled.

"I am asking you a question," Cheng Gong said as he walked over, pointing impatiently at Tang Yan.

Frowning in displeasure, Tang Yan saw no reason to give face to someone who showed him no respect. He replied coldly, "None of your damn business."

Cheng Gong's approach had already attracted the attention of quite a few people.

Hearing Tang Yan's utterly disrespectful response instantly provoked a wave of laughter from the onlookers.

Seeing Tang Yan adopt such an attitude, fury rose in Cheng Gong's heart. Noticing Tang Yan's number plate resting face-down on the table, he reached out to flip it over.

"Slap!"

Tang Yan slapped Cheng Gong's hand away.

"Let me see it!"

Seeing Tang Yan actually dare to strike his hand away, Cheng Gong grew even more furious and reached for the wooden plate again.

"Get lost!"

Tang Yan unhesitatingly slapped Cheng Gong's hand away once more.

"Courting death!" A chill flashed through Cheng Gong's eyes as he reached for Tang Yan's number plate a third time.

"Slap!"

The response Cheng Gong received was, once again, his hand being struck away.

However, this time, after his hand was swatted aside, Cheng Gong did not continue reaching for the number plate. Instead, he threw a punch straight at Tang Yan's wrist.

Tang Yan shrank his hand back, smoothly dodging the strike.

Seeing Tang Yan evade, a look of contempt flashed through Cheng Gong's eyes. In the face of absolute strength, all arrogance was nonsense.

When Cheng Gong reached out for the wooden plate a fourth time, boundless anger finally flared in Tang Yan's heart.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out, but unlike the previous three times, this slap did not land on an arm. It struck Cheng Gong squarely across the face.

"Refusing the face you are given!" Tang Yan cursed angrily.

This crisp slap attracted the gazes of countless people, sending the surrounding crowd into an immediate uproar. Although the person fighting on the arena stage was Du Shu, one of the Four Young Masters of the East Domain, the spectacle of Cheng Gong being slapped stole all the attention.

"You are Courting death!" After a brief moment of daze, Cheng Gong's face flushed thoroughly red.

He had actually been slapped by someone from Yun City? How was he supposed to show his face in Fang City after this?

The imposing aura of a Black Rank Fourth Grade completely unfolded. His eyes burning with furious fire, Cheng Gong threw a hate-filled punch at Tang Yan.

"What is happening over there? Are the two of them so impatient that they must decide a victor right now?" Unable to understand why the two were fighting offstage, people in the crowd began asking around for the details.

"Did you not see it? That kid from Yun City just slapped Cheng Gong across the face!" someone immediately replied.

Within a few breaths of time, the news that Cheng Gong, one of the Four Young Masters of the East Domain, had been slapped by Yun City's Tang Yan spread through the tens of thousands of spectators!

Feeling the aggressive momentum of Cheng Gong's incoming punch, Tang Yan's heart tightened in warning.

To be praised as one of the Four Young Masters of the East Domain, his strength certainly had remarkable points. Tang Yan only possessed the strength of a Black Rank Third Grade. If he did not use a few trump cards, completely suppressing Cheng Gong would prove quite troublesome.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Yan fearlessly met the attack head-on.

"Whoosh!"

An incredibly faint sound suddenly emanated from Tang Yan's palm. A bone-white flame flickered briefly in his hand, vanishing as quickly as it appeared.

With his increasing comprehension of the Fire Control Art, coupled with more than ten days of refining the Soul-Refining Fire, Tang Yan could now lock the flame's attack range onto a single person.

The instant the Soul-Refining Fire appeared, Cheng Gong felt his mind prickle as if stabbed by needles, and a sudden wave of extreme dizziness washed over him.

Although the sensation passed in a flash, that brief moment was entirely enough for Tang Yan.

"Slap!"

Another crisp sound echoed as Tang Yan slapped Cheng Gong's face once again.

This time, Tang Yan did not hold back. The force of the slap forced Cheng Gong to stagger back several steps.

Because the previous incident had happened so suddenly, only a small portion of the crowd had witnessed Cheng Gong being struck. Now, however, everyone's line of sight had fallen upon Tang Yan's side. Every movement the two made fell clearly into everyone's eyes.

When they saw Cheng Gong truly get slapped in the face by Tang Yan, the onlookers momentarily fell into a collective daze.

Was Cheng Gong not one of the Four Young Masters of the East Domain? With such formidable strength, how could he be utterly powerless to fight back in front of Tang Yan?

"I will kill you!" Regaining his footing, Cheng Gong felt a burning pain radiating across his face. With bloodshot eyes, he charged toward Tang Yan once more.

"Great Flameburst!" Cheng Gong roared, and countless streams of air rapidly condensed before him.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The turbulent air streams squeezed against one another, emitting a series of muffled booms. Cheng Gong's robes whipped wildly in the resulting gales.

Taking a heavy step forward, a terrifying aura poured out toward Tang Yan.

This strike actually gave Tang Yan the oppressive feeling of Mount Tai pressing down upon his head.

The destructive power of a martial skill unleashed at full force by a Black Rank Fourth Grade was easy to imagine.

Tang Yan did not meet it forcefully. The Phantom Step rapidly unfolded beneath his feet, allowing him to dodge one step to the left as the Thousand Mountains Fist immediately erupted.

"Third Grade!" Sensing the aura radiating from Tang Yan's body, incomparable astonishment flashed through the eyes of Wan Fei and Fang Xuan in the Fang City pavilion.

This kid had actually been hiding his cultivation base since the very beginning of the Eastern Region Grand Competition!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Striking from an incredibly tricky angle, the third punch of the Thousand Mountains Fist slammed fiercely toward Cheng Gong's left ribs.

This spot was where Cheng Gong's Qi flow was weakest. Tang Yan was confident that, relying on his Third Rank strength, he could withstand Cheng Gong's hate-filled strike.

However, simply enduring the blow forcefully was not what Tang Yan wanted. Thus, the Soul-Refining Fire was unleashed by Tang Yan once again.

The bone-white flame flashed briefly before his fist, and Cheng Gong once again experienced that familiar, overwhelming dizziness. His flow of True Qi was completely severed in that instant.

"Boom!"

With his mind deeply affected, the power of Cheng Gong's attack was greatly discounted. Following the clash of their moves, the impact jolted Cheng Gong's body a step backward.

"Slap!"

Tang Yan closed the distance and delivered yet another clean, resounding slap across his face.