Chapter 367: Chapter 367: This Sentence
Indeed, in the office, the beggar was truly enraged.
Originally, the three challenges seed easy for the beggar, believing he could easily defeat Wang Yan, especially with his status as the Demon Emperor, taking on a re Demon Master—like using a sledgehamr to crack a nut.
Therefore, in the first move, the beggar allowed Wang Yan to unleash his full combat strength, and just as Wang Yan reached his peak, he effortlessly threw a punch and defeated Wang Yan.
After this first move, the beggar greatly underestimated Wang Yan. Hence, in the second move, the beggar assud that using just half of his power would be enough to utterly defeat Wang Yan.
Little did he know, not only did he fail to defeat Wang Yan, but Wang Yan tore his clothes, revealing his Demon Pattern.
Facing this last move remaining, if he let his guard down again, the beggar might just lose.
Thus, the beggar dared not be complacent, fearing that Wang Yan might have so unexpected tricks up his sleeve.
Therefore, the beggar decided to go all out in the third move, exerting his full strength to decisively defeat Wang Yan without any hesitation.
The beggar had road Wanghai City for decades, earning himself a reputation as a notorious old monster, with a mind as cunning as a demon. At this mont, by using his full strength, he left Wang Yan no opportunity to escape.
As soon as the beggar’s body swayed, the Demon Pattern on his chest emitted black rays of light. Soon, the Demon Pattern seed to co alive, a chaleon swaying and flying off the beggar’s chest, soaring into the sky and hovering above his head.
Above his head, the chaleon Demon Pattern erged prominently, and beside the Demon Pattern, three dazzling Soul Stars were slowly rotating.
Upon seeing these three Soul Stars, Wang Yan’s expression finally changed, saying, “Three Soul Stars, truly the presence of a Demon Emperor.”
The beggar snorted coldly, saying, “You just believe it now? Unfortunately, it’s a little too late.”
As the Demon Pattern appeared, the oppression emanating from the beggar reached its peak, instantly pressing heavily around Wang Yan.
Wang Yan was shocked, feeling as if a mountain weighed down on him, leaving him breathless. He quickly mobilized his Power of Demon Patterns throughout his body, attempting to dash to the side.
However, with this move, Wang Yan felt as if he weighed a thousand pounds, deeply mired in a quagmire, where even taking one step required imnse effort.
At this mont, the beggar charged forward, raising his palm to form a blade, striking towards Wang Yan.
As soon as this palm was raised, a massive gust of wind was created, forcefully pressing in first on Wang Yan.
Wang Yan’s hair was imdiately blown upward, his eyes almost forced shut, his body barely able to stand, nearly toppled by this gust of palm wind.
Wang Yan urgently shouted, bending his legs to stabilize his stance, barely drawing in a deep breath, raising his palms to push in the direction of the beggar.
However, Wang Yan could only barely raise his arms; beyond this, he had no strength to do anything else, rely watching as the beggar approached, his palm descending.
This palm did not even strike Wang Yan’s hands; it bypassed them entirely, striking directly at Wang Yan’s chest.
This strike, like a fierce dragon surging, unstoppable, with a resounding “bang,” sent Wang Yan’s body flying, soaring into the air.
In mid-air, Wang Yan couldn’t help but open his mouth, spurting out three mouthfuls of fresh blood, which burst apart in the air like three magnificent blood flowers.
Then, Wang Yan’s back slamd into the wall, with a “boom,” shattering it and forming a human-like shape, as Wang Yan’s body embedded itself into the wall.
Even though the strike hit, the beggar clearly felt the full force of it absorbed entirely by Wang Yan.
Seeing this, Beiming Heng in the distance grew increasingly anxious, exclaiming, “This is bad, this is bad, I trusted Wang Yan too much, this move will surely kill Wang Yan.”
With these thoughts, Beiming Heng’s speed reached its limit, his silhouette like lightning across the sky of Wanghai City, rushing toward Eight Great Street.
Despite hitting with the strike and feeling the full force absorbed by Wang Yan, based on Wang Yan’s unusual previous performance, the beggar wasn’t confident that this strike would defeat Wang Yan.
Thus, as Wang Yan was knocked back, the beggar followed, leaping into the air, maintaining his palm poised, ready to strike Wang Yan again, to finish him off completely.
On the side, Zhao Xinyao couldn’t help but be overjoyed, at last repaying Wang Yan for the humiliation he had caused her.
anwhile, Su Yamo had already closed her eyes, not daring to watch anymore; her tears seemingly dried, she wept no longer. Yet on her face flashed a resolute expression, prepared to die if necessary.
In Su Yamo’s heart, a phrase echoed continuously: “Wang Yan, if you die, I’ll join you.”
As this happened, the beggar was now before Wang Yan, his palm only half a foot away.
Though Beiming Heng rushed here with great effort, the distance was simply too far; even with his astounding speed, he couldn’t reach in ti.
It was then that Wang Yan lifted his head, blood trailing from his lips, nose, and ears, his aura extrely weak, as if he was about to be extinguished at any mont.
Wang Yan’s lips moved, as if to say sothing to the beggar, but Wang Yan’s breath was so faint that although his lips moved, his words couldn’t be heard.
Inwardly, the beggar was highly cautious of Wang Yan, and seeing Wang Yan trying to speak, he maintained his palm lightly on Wang Yan’s chest. Should there be any anomaly, the Power of Demon Patterns in his palm would imdiately strike, killing Wang Yan.
“What are you saying?” After having full control over Wang Yan’s life, the beggar coldly asked.
Wang Yan’s lips moved twice more, the beggar vaguely heard the words “concede,” but still couldn’t clearly hear.
The beggar leaned closer to Wang Yan’s mouth, saying coldly, “I’ll give you one last chance to make yourself clear.”
Wang Yan took a deep breath, seemingly mustering his last bit of strength, and forcefully said, “You…”
The rest of the words, although extrely low, were clear to the beggar. He then lowered his hand from Wang Yan’s chest and started laughing up towards the sky.
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