Below the stage.
Beside Bai Qinghong sat two others.
One was a middle-aged man with a waxy complexion, looking as if he was gravely ill.
The other had long hair covering most of his face, making it unclear to see.
The man with the waxy complexion frowned and said, "Didn't you say he was just a guard? Why does he have subordinates?"
Bai Qinghong snorted coldly and replied, "He clearly doesn't understand the rules; he's obviously just brought in to fill the numbers, at most a special forces guard!"
The two n felt relieved after hearing this.
Special forces guards have strong combat abilities, but compared to martial artists like them, they are still far behind.
Thus, the two n weren't particularly worried.
"Kid, what are you challenging for?" Old Liu sized up Jianfeng and asked.
Jianfeng looked at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen nodded slightly, letting Jianfeng make his own decision.
Jianfeng imdiately laughed and said, "A little friendly wager, how about a million?"
"A million!" Old Liu couldn't help but frown.
That's not a small amount; looks like the person in front has confidence!
anwhile, Wu Qiaoyun also looked at Yang Chen in surprise.
Yang Chen's subordinate offered a million casually, showing no sign of emotion. It seems Yang Chen is indeed hiding sothing deep!
"A million!" Old Liu sneered, wiped the corner of his mouth, and glared at Jianfeng viciously, saying, "A million it is. Hope you won't cry later!"
He had just made a breakthrough and was confident in his external martial arts skills.
"Then let's begin!" Jianfeng assud a fighting stance.
Old Liu snorted coldly, stamped his foot, making the ground tremble thrice, transforming into a human-avatar dinosaur, charging towards Jianfeng.
Jianfeng knew the power of this move and did not engage head-on; he sidestepped to avoid it while kicking towards Old Liu's ankle.
This kick, though it didn't break Old Liu's ankle, made him suffer as he groaned.
Simultaneously, his body couldn't stop and directly shattered the ropes at the edge of the arena.
Those ropes were as thick as a wrist, yet couldn't withstand Old Liu's strength, showing the terror in it.
Jianfeng saw this and couldn't help but squint slightly, eyeing Old Liu cautiously.
Old Liu looked at Jianfeng, gritting his teeth. He stamped his foot fiercely, leaving a three-finger-deep footprint on the special arena!
Jianfeng snorted coldly, naturally unafraid, choosing not to directly confront Old Liu, opting for a strategy of maneuver combat.
In terms of combat experience, few present could match Jianfeng's, making him adept at dealing with Old Liu.
Bai Qinghong and the others below the stage watched with furrowed brows.
"This person's power is not very strong, but his combat experience is imnsely rich; Old Liu might not be his match."
Bai Qinghong snorted coldly, "Worry not, he has a trick up his sleeve!"
No sooner said than done.
Seeing the chance, Jianfeng swiftly climbed onto Old Liu's shoulder, locking his arm around Old Liu's neck.
This move could completely incapacitate Old Liu, and on a battlefield, would be enough to take his life!
"You've lost!" Jianfeng said in a deep voice, riding on Old Liu.
Old Liu struggled fiercely, his face darkened.
But Jianfeng's hold was tight, giving Old Liu no chance to break free.
At that mont, Old Liu suddenly swung his fist towards Jianfeng's lower ribs.
Bang!
"Ah!" Jianfeng scread in pain, releasing Old Liu.
Seeing this, Old Liu imdiately grabbed Jianfeng by the throat, lifted him up.
Old Liu's face contorted, glaring at Jianfeng, slowly exerting force with his hand.
At that mont, Old Liu suddenly felt a chill rising on his back.
"If I were you, I'd put him down now!" The voice was utterly cold, seemingly capable of freezing one's soul.
Old Liu shivered all over, hurriedly turned around, and saw Yang Chen.
"Why? Don't understand the rules? Trying to intervene before the opponent admits defeat?" Old Liu challenged Yang Chen.
Yang Chen's gaze fell on Old Liu's fist, which had brass knuckles on it.
Imdiately, Yang Chen snorted coldly and swung his arm sharply!
Old Liu only saw a flash of black in front of him.
"Crack!"
Old Liu's arm fractured in a ninety-degree angle instantly!
Old Liu lay beside, screaming miserably.
Jianfeng landed on the ground, clutching his lower ribs, moaning, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing this, Wu Yihan quickly rushed over.
Night Fire also dashed to Jianfeng, checking his injuries.
After the examination, Night Fire's face turned cold, saying, "A rib has broken!"
With Old Liu's strength and the brass knuckles' might, such a punch could nearly take a person's life!
Yang Chen said coldly, "Take Jianfeng for a check-up, see if there's any internal injury!"
A rib fracture is minor, what's concerning is internal organ damage!
Wu Yihan ca up, pointed angrily at Old Liu, shouting, "Who allowed you to use weapons in the arena!"
Old Liu completely ignored Wu Yihan, frantically shouting: "Brother Da Feng! Kill him! Help kill him! Ahh!"
He practiced outer sect techniques, demanding high physical requirents; a bone fracture is a major taboo. Even if healed later, it might be difficult to endure future battles and training; he might never attain a higher level.
That's why Old Liu was so furious, blind with anger.
The waxy-faced Da Feng saw this, snorted coldly, and leaped onto the stage.
Along with the long-haired man nad Big Saber.
And Bai Qinghong.
The three surrounded Yang Chen.
"What do you intend to do!" Wu Yihan shouted angrily.
He didn't expect Bai Qinghong to dare make a move here!
This was the three families' banquet, on his turf! Moreover, it was during his birthday banquet!
"What do we intend?" Bai Qinghong sneered and looked at Wu Yihan, "Do you truly think you've attained importance? You can only watch what the Bai family wishes to do!"
"You! This is a challenge to our Wu family!" Wu Yihan turned livid with anger.
"Heh!" Bai Qinghong sneered, walked up to Wu Yihan, and suddenly swung his hand.
Smack!
A slap landed on Wu Yihan's face.
A palm print imdiately erged on Wu Yihan's face, swelling visibly before the eyes.
"You dared slap !" Wu Yihan's face twisted with rage, he wished he could tear Bai Qinghong apart!
Bai Qinghong sneered, "So what? Consider it revenge for your humiliating outside just now! Besides, what are you? Can you represent the Wu family? While I, today, can express the Bai family's stance! Get lost!"
"Bai Qinghong!" Wu Yihan's face was furious, raising his fist, prepared to fight Bai Qinghong.
"Wu Yihan!" Yang Chen shouted coldly.
"Brother Chen! Don't stop !" Wu Yihan's eyes bloodshot, trembling all over.
Yang Chen said coldly, "Rember this feeling today, this is the result of having neither strength nor authority!"
"I refuse!" Wu Yihan stared angrily at Yang Chen.
Yang Chen replied lightly, "Then just watch!"
After speaking, Yang Chen swung his hand, a fierce slap landed on Bai Qinghong's face.
Bai Qinghong couldn't evade in ti, struck down by Yang Chen's slap, stunned on the ground.
A hint of joy flickered in Wu Yihan's eyes, showing increased respect for Yang Chen.
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