"Pfft!"
Ye Chenfeng’s words were shocking, leaving the entire audience aghast, as if everyone wanted to spit blood.
Everyone’s forehead was filled with countless black lines; wasn’t your opponent just a cowardly turtle a mont ago?
"Huh? Where’s my opponent in the ring match?"
Ye Chenfeng stomped twice, asking curiously.
"You... your feet... under your feet..."
Soone reminded him.
Hearing this, Ye Chenfeng frowned slightly and glanced down at his feet.
"Boom!"
Subsequently, Ye Chenfeng kicked Damingding, sending him flying more than ten ters away.
"Is such trash even worthy of being my opponent?"
Ye Chenfeng said disdainfully.
Although his words were arrogant, no one refuted them.
Because the fact was, Ye Chenfeng had just taken down Damingding instantly.
Nan Xiaofeng and Wu Xiaotian’s faces turned dark, especially Nan Xiaofeng, who looked gloomily at Wu Xiaotian, questioning, "Didn’t you test his strength? How could he be so strong?"
It turned out that not long ago, Wu Xiaotian had been following Ye Chenfeng to test him, even if Ye Chenfeng hadn’t noticed him, he would have appeared on his own.
All this was within Nan Xiaofeng’s plan.
But all the intelligence was inaccurate; Ye Chenfeng was much stronger than Wu Xiaotian had anticipated.
"This..."
Wu Xiaotian couldn’t even explain.
"Witchcraft! It must be Western witchcraft!"
Luobusang suddenly shouted.
"Right, the master of the Northern Faction is actually using crooked techniques, the Hongxing Group can’t afford to lose this face."
"Exactly, if you’re skilled, fight fair and square, that was definitely a sneak attack just now!"
In everyone’s eyes, talents like Western witchcraft abilities were considered crooked, and the Southern Faction’s people imdiately got riled up, even though many in the Northern Faction hesitated.
Even the "cowardly turtle" now showed a look of unwillingness in his eyes, as he was defeated without even facing Ye Chenfeng, naturally feeling dissatisfied.
Ye Chenfeng looked at Luobusang and said, "Are you coming? If you want to co, co quickly and stop with the nonsense!"
Luobusang affird, "As long as you don’t use any crooked techniques, I can definitely beat you!"
Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a cruel arc, "Fine, you’re just a one-punch opponent anyway!"
"This master and Damingding’s cultivation are very close, almost the sa. This will be exciting!"
Everyone started to expect.
Damingding, standing on the ring, had his clothing swelling without wind, looking bulging.
His body seed to double in size out of thin air, especially the knotted muscles that seed about to burst the wide monk’s robe.
"Hey!"
Luobusang shouted mightily, stomping the ground with both feet.
With the power of a dragon and elephant, as his feet stomped down, the ground imdiately shook. It was as if a five to six magnitude earthquake had occurred, and if there were no anti-seismic asures, this place might collapse directly.
"Hiss!"
The crowd’s eyes showed expressions of disbelief.
This was the first ti everyone had seen two Esoteric Buddhism experts make a move, just by stomping a foot.
"Prepare to die!"
Luobusang roared, ready to strike.
"Boom!"
But from the other side suddenly ca a whistling sound, as Ye Chenfeng, like an eagle, dived down.
This punch was very fast, but still visible to the naked eye, seemingly far from breaking the sound barrier.
Compared to Luobusang’s wild assault, it seed much slower.
However, what was surprising was that Ye Chenfeng’s punch arrived first, at the mont when Luobusang seed about to make a move, Ye Chenfeng’s fist was already on Luobusang’s chest.
Everyone was awed by the scene, as it was clear that Luobusang moved first and was ahead of Ye Chenfeng by a lot.
But in reality, as Luobusang seed to be about to strike, Ye Chenfeng had already hit him.
Luobusang looked incredulously at Ye Chenfeng and the fist resting on his chest.
"But what if it hits? My body has long reached the point where a cannon can’t penetrate it!"
Luobusang’s face was ferocious, his bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Ye Chenfeng.
"Crack..."
But as soon as he finished speaking, his chest began to crack inch by inch, until it completely exploded.
One punch to kill Luobusang!
Just as Ye Chenfeng said, he was a one-punch opponent...
The struggling Damingding suddenly exclaid, "One punch breaks the sound barrier, he’s a master of the early stage of the Heavenly Rule realm! Only Master can subdue him!"
"What? Ye Chenfeng is in the early stage of the Heavenly Rule realm?"
The scene erupted completely.
Nan Xiaofeng, Wu Xiaotian, and others looked ashen.
"Does this count as my win?"
Ye Chenfeng scanned the crowd, and no one disputed it.
At this, Yu Chisu spoke, "Deputy Master Nan, according to the agreent of two victories out of three matches, with one draw, one win, and one loss equaling a draw. This last match counts as an extra, and our Master Ye won..."
"The last match doesn’t count! The last match was just a personal grudge between them! Ye Chenfeng injured Damingding, and Luobusang was just eager for revenge, it has nothing to do with our Southern Faction."
Nan Xiaofeng interrupted before Yu Chisu could finish.
"How can it not count? They are clearly from your Southern Faction!"
The scene was filled with noise.
Nan Xiaofeng’s eyes flashed, "Moreover, in the final battle, you sent the master of the Northern Faction, logically, we should also send the master of the Southern Faction to fight. In terms of reasoning, it doesn’t count, at most it’s a draw now!"
With Nan Xiaofeng’s words, everyone understood why the Southern Faction only sent a deputy charge, but the master of the Southern Faction did not appear.
"Isn’t this clearly being unreasonable?"
The Northern Faction, naturally, did not agree.
Of course, this is the strategy of the ghost-faced think tank, who calculated all the situations.
Nan Xiaofeng chuckled, "Moreover, our real expert from the Southern Faction hasn’t appeared yet?"
"Is he talking about Master Zhabu himself? Is it possible that he’s also in the Capital City?"
Everyone’s expressions changed suddenly.
Nan Xiaofeng nodded, "Yes, it’s precisely Master Zhabu. In no ti, Master Zhabu will arrive. I wonder if Master Ye dares to accept our challenge?"
Nan Xiaofeng directly bypassed everyone and asked Ye Chenfeng directly.
Ye Chenfeng’s smile was aningful, and he chuckled, "Alright, I can afford to waste a dozen seconds!"
"You can’t agree!"
Imdiately, Yu Chisu and the others were flustered.
Their most feared situation was occurring...
Nan Xiaofeng was being unreasonable, yet Ye Chenfeng fell for it.
After all, the opponent is Master Zhabu!
"Your ti of arrogance is limited, you killed the master’s disciple, soon you’ll know what cruelty ans!"
Wu Xiaotian was almost exploding with anger, glaring furiously at Ye Chenfeng.
Nan Xiaofeng’s lips curved into a smile, appearing well-prepared.
"Although Ye Chenfeng’s martial power is against the heavens, his strategy still can’t compete with the ghost-faced think tank!"
"Against the heavens in martial power? That’s because he hasn’t t Master Zhabu yet!"
"Right, Master Zhabu’s cultivation is mid-stage Heavenly Rule, enough to crush Ye Chenfeng, Ye Chenfeng will lose!"
...
The Southern Faction was excited and elated, the Northern Faction gloomy and sullen.
A few minutes later, a voice like rolling Heavenly Thunder ca from outside: "Who killed my disciple?"
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