"Six Feet Ice Prison!" Bruce roared angrily, and in an instant, giant ice pillars rose from the ground.
They ford a prison-like enclosure, intersecting in every direction, hurtling towards Zheng Yonggang.
In no ti at all, an ice-pillar prison appeared on the platform, trapping him inside.
Zheng Yonggang’s range of movent was now extrely limited.
Bruce sneered, "Now let’s see where you can run."
As soon as he finished speaking, Bruce charged straight towards Zheng Yonggang, his speed reaching its peak.
Zheng Yonggang instantly raised his own power to the utmost, knowing that to defeat Bruce, he had to find an opportunity to land a heavy blow on Bruce. Only then could he win.
Zheng Yonggang lifted his fist and punched, and in an instant, True Essence burst out, radiating outward, forming a massive Punch Shadow.
The Punch Shadow tore through layers of ice pillars, and in a mont, endless fragnts scattered across the platform, obscuring vision. Zheng Yonggang seized this chance and instantly moved behind Bruce.
Imdiately after, Zheng Yonggang drew back his fist, which, like a thunderbolt, swiftly slamd into Bruce’s spine.
Bruce turned around quickly, but it was too late to dodge, and just as Zheng Yonggang’s punch was about to hit him, a strange smile appeared on Bruce’s face.
In that split second, a blue Ice Spur Armor condensed over Bruce’s body.
Zheng Yonggang’s punch hit the Ice Spur Armor heavily, and in that mont, the armor’s ice spurs pierced through Zheng Yonggang’s arm. Simultaneously, Zheng Yonggang’s punch shattered the Ice Spur Armor.
"Boom!" Bruce was knocked back by the punch, while Zheng Yonggang’s arm was wounded by the Ice Spur Armor and began to freeze. Zheng Yonggang knew that this was his only chance to defeat Bruce.
Zheng Yonggang endured the pain of his arm being frozen by the cold ice, stepped forward, and punched at Bruce, but at that mont, Bruce suddenly opened his mouth.
"Poof!" In an instant, endless shards of ice sprayed into Zheng Yonggang’s face and eyes.
Zheng Yonggang’s eyes were stabbed, instantly losing his sight, and in that instant, Bruce deftly dodged Zheng Yonggang’s punch, quickly conjuring a cold ice sword in his hand and stabbing towards Zheng Yonggang.
"Thrust!" the cold ice sword plunged into Zheng Yonggang’s chest, and blood instantly froze.
"Stay down!" Bruce bellowed, pressing on Zheng Yonggang’s chest, nailing him to the ground.
... The whole scene fell silent, no one had expected Zheng Yonggang to fail like this.
"Despicable!" Liu Keke shouted in anger after witnessing the scene.
Just now, everyone had clearly seen Bruce spew icy shards from his mouth to injure Zheng Yonggang’s eyes. Otherwise, who would have been the final victor was still up for debate.
Lei Yong sneered coldly, "Victors make history; defeated are forgotten. The rules of the martial arts tournant are clear: whatever ans you can use to win the match, including weapons, so we have won this match!"
Lv Tianyi had a dark face, unable to do anything. Although Bruce’s thods were indeed despicable, he had indeed won.
"Boom!" But just at that mont, Bruce kicked Zheng Yonggang’s body.
"Boom~~" Zheng Yonggang was sent flying backward, causing the Six Feet Ice Prison to collapse under the impact.
"Ah~~" Zheng Yonggang spat out a mouthful of blood, his ribs directly broken in three places by Bruce’s kick.
Just as Zheng Yonggang prepared to speak, Bruce quickly raised his right hand, and a heavy knife-hand strike smashed down onto Bruce’s neck.
"Ah~~" Zheng Yonggang spat out another mouthful of blood, unable to utter a word.
"Stop, we concede!" Lv Tianyi shouted loudly.
But Bruce showed no signs of stopping. He lifted his right foot and stomped viciously onto Zheng Yonggang’s shin.
"Crack~~" The sound of breaking bones echoed around, as Zheng Yonggang’s shin was crushed and deford.
Zheng Yonggang passed out from the pain on the spot.
Everyone watching held their breath; Bruce’s thods were brutal, and no one could bear to watch any longer.
Liu Keke yelled angrily at Lei Yong, "Lei Yong, didn’t you hear us? We’ve already conceded. Why do you still attack!"
Lei Yong looked disdainful and said indifferently, "I’m sorry, but I’m just following the rules of the match. In today’s match, there are no restrictions on life and death; only if the opponent falls out of the ring or personally admits defeat can the winner be determined. Master Zheng did not concede nor fall from the ring, so Bruce can continue his assault!"
"Bastard!" Liu Keke scread in anger.
At this mont, from the special guest seats, Ye Feng stood up, his expression turning dark.
Han Yi curiously asked Ye Feng, "Ye Feng, where are you going?"
"To kill!" Ye Feng said flatly and headed toward the ring.
Han Yi and Li Yang were stunned. Li Yang said disdainfully, "Has this kid gone mad? Kill soone? With those skills of his, a re common thief injured him earlier, and now he’s talking about killing? Who does he think he can kill?"
However, Han Yi frowned as she watched Ye Feng taking steps toward the ring.
At this ti, Bruce looked at the unconscious Zheng Yonggang and smirked slightly, "Goodbye..."
With a swish, Bruce extended his right hand and pulled out the Ice Spur Sword that was embedded in Zheng Yonggang’s chest.
The pain woke Zheng Yonggang with agony in his eyes, but, being injured in the throat by Bruce earlier, he couldn’t scream.
Bruce raised the Ice Spur Sword high, preparing to plunge it into Zheng Yonggang’s heart and end his life.
But at that mont, a hand grabbed Zheng Yonggang’s collar and effortlessly dragged him off the ring.
Everyone in the venue was shocked. The person who had dragged Zheng Yonggang off the ring was none other than Ye Feng!
"Zheng Yonggang has fallen out of the ring; he has lost. Now it’s my turn to fight you," said Ye Feng, looking at Bruce impassively.
"Who is this person? Has he lost his mind?" Everyone was stunned upon hearing Ye Feng’s words.
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