The crowd seed to lose their souls in an instant, staring blankly at the Big Ferris Wheel, unsure of what to say.
The Saint of Fist, in front of 180 million Dongying people, admitted defeat to Xu Hao, a Huaya.
This was sothing they could never have imagined happening before.
But now, it happened forcibly.
Xu Hao glanced at the Saint of Fist and said calmly, "You're quite impressive, knowing when to advance and retreat. Well done. If you continue to entangle with , your hand will be destroyed by , and you will completely lose your current combat power. Compared to false fa, one's combat power is the most important."
The Saint of Fist nodded slightly, "Indeed, that's my thought. Although I'm no longer your match, as long as my body is intact, I'm still not afraid of most people. On the other hand, if I fight you to the end for the sake of fa, even if my reputation might retain so level, my strength would greatly diminish, and my old enemies might co looking for trouble."
"You think beautifully, but have you ever considered, what if I don't let you go?" Xu Hao chuckled lightly.
The Saint of Fist was instantly stunned, hastily saying, "Actually, I have no grievances with you. Why don't you let go? If you continue fighting with , you might win, but it won't be easy for you either!"
Xu Hao said calmly, "You speak nicely now, but how would I know if you will or won't strike against or my people in the future? Leaving a powerful opponent like you alive is like releasing a tiger back to the mountain. Do you think I'm foolish?"
"You! Xu Hao, you can't do this. I truly have no conflict of interest with you. I only accepted the invitation from He Ye Zhi Ji to have this duel with you. But if you insist on not letting go, then you and I will be in a relentless struggle!" the Saint of Fist imdiately refused.
After all, he has lived for so long, seeing many things profoundly. In his eyes, so-called fa is worthless compared to his safety.
People like him, with grand ambitions, are often the ones most afraid of death. After all, as long as one is alive, anything is still possible.
But if he were to die, no words would matter.
Seeing the Saint of Fist actually begging Xu Hao for forgiveness in front of countless people, He Ye Zhi Ji, who was preparing to watch Xu Hao's joke in the conference hall, suddenly roared angrily, "I didn't expect the Saint of Fist to be so easily defeated! Connect the mic for , I want to speak with the Saint of Fist personally!"
Imdiately soone connected the mic to Xu Hao's side, and He Ye Zhi Ji's voice suddenly appeared near the Big Ferris Wheel, "Saint of Fist, I respect you as a super strong fighter, but what you did tonight really disappointed . You're absolutely unworthy to be one of the Five Saints!"
The Saint of Fist snorted coldly upon hearing He Ye Zhi Ji's words, "Back then I helped your father out of friendship. In my eyes, you are nothing! If it weren't for your father's sake, do you really think I would risk danger to help you? Don't be ridiculous!"
Upon hearing such unapologetic words from the Saint of Fist, He Ye Zhi Ji was instantly stupefied.
It turned out that in the eyes of the Saint of Fist, He Ye Zhi Ji was not worth ntioning!
"You... you dare to insult like this! Saint of Fist, don't you think I could kill your family?"
He Ye Zhi Ji roared angrily, then ordered a connection to the cara, showing the scene on his side to the Dongying people.
On his side, a dozen people were being held captive, escorted into his conference hall, and those people were surprisingly the wife and children of the Saint of Fist!
Although the Saint of Fist's strength is formidable, his children's strength is not very strong.
Upon seeing these people, the Saint of Fist's eyes were instantly ablaze with fury, "He ye Zhi Ji, release them, or I will tear you to pieces!"
The Dongying people were shocked by He Ye Zhi Ji's insanely extre actions.
Obviously, when He Ye Zhi Ji captured the Saint of Fist's relatives, the Saint of Fist hadn't yet dueled with Xu Hao, and at that ti, the Saint of Fist was still imnsely famous!
But even then, He Ye Zhi Ji still sent people to capture his family.
He Ye Zhi Ji sneered, "I knew long ago that you old guy couldn't be relied upon. You're getting more and more afraid of death now. How could you fight against a young and strong Xu Hao? Now that your family is in my hands, if you don't want them dead, then fight to the death with Xu Hao, otherwise, I'll have your wife killed right away!"
With these words, a ninja drew his long sword and held it against the neck of the Saint of Fist's wife.
The mouths of these people were stuffed, and they could only mumble indistinctly but couldn't speak.
Xu Hao chuckled lightly, "I didn't expect these people to use such despicable ans to make you fight to the death with . Suddenly, I feel a bit sympathetic towards you."
This scene was sothing Xu Hao had never anticipated. These Dongying people are indeed treacherous!
Previously, all their hope was placed on the Saint of Fist, respecting him imnsely, as though treating him as their own grandfather.
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