Chapter 368: Chapter 368: 3 Moves Have Passed
The words Wang Yan spoke were not heard clearly by others, but the beggar heard them distinctly.
He laughed heartily towards the sky, removed his hand from Wang Yan’s chest, and turned away, no longer paying attention to Wang Yan.
Seeing the beggar laughing triumphantly, Su Yamo’s heart instantly cooled, even though she hadn’t heard what Wang Yan said, nor even saw Wang Yan speaking, but the beggar’s reaction made it clear that Wang Yan must have surrendered.
The thought of Wang Yan losing his freedom from now on, becoming the beggar’s slave, and even enduring Zhao Xinyao’s humiliation at all tis made Su Yamo feel utterly desolate. She raised her head in sorrow, looking at Wang Yan who was struggling to break free from the wall, and murmured in her heart, “Wang Yan, you’ve done well enough, you’ve tried your best, even if you lost, you are still very strong.”
At this mont, the beggar walked up to Zhao Xinyao and said complacently, “From today onwards, you can take revenge as you please.”
However, Zhao Xinyao was not pleased at all; instead, she was in shock, blankly raising her head to stare at the beggar and asked doubtfully, “Master, why didn’t you kill him?”
The beggar frowned and said, “Fool, since he has submitted to , why should I kill him? You just want revenge, don’t you? Isn’t tornting him alive better than killing him outright?”
Yet Zhao Xinyao still shook her head and said, “But, Master, I… I didn’t hear him surrender—”
The beggar snorted coldly and said, “His voice was extrely low, but he did open his mouth.”
Zhao Xinyao hesitated for a mont, finally gritting her teeth and said, “But… Master, I was watching him the whole ti, yet I saw Wang Yan didn’t even open his mouth.”
“What? Are you saying he didn’t speak?” Only then did the beggar look a bit taken aback, then he beca furious.
“Yes, I only saw him lift his head to glance at you, then you, Master, stopped your attack and laughed as you turned away,” Zhao Xinyao finally finished her sentence with trepidation.
Upon hearing this, the beggar suddenly erupted in rage, turning sharply to glare at Wang Yan, gritting his teeth and said, “Did you use a trick?”
At this ti, Wang Yan finally freed himself from the wall, landing on the ground along with a pile of debris.
Just as his feet touched the ground, Wang Yan’s body swayed slightly, as if his legs could barely support him, but then Wang Yan gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to fall, while raising his head to look at the beggar.
Although Wang Yan’s face was pale and his whole aura feeble, his eyes shone with determination, full of fighting spirit. Glancing at the beggar, Wang Yan said calmly, “Don’t you know I still have the First Soul Skill? Your subordinate Zhao Xinyao has been caught by this move twice.”
Upon hearing this, the beggar was suddenly alard.
It turned out that just now, when the beggar approached Wang Yan, Wang Yan softly uttered the word “I—”, imdiately causing the beggar to lower his guard as he approached Wang Yan.
It was at this mont that Wang Yan lifted his head and used the First Soul Skill “Eye of Bewitchnt” on the beggar.
The beggar had long known about Wang Yan’s First Soul Skill.
Back then, when Zhao Xinyao had no Demon Pattern at the Peak Group, she was first caught by Wang Yan’s “Eye of Bewitchnt,” making her believe she stole the formula for the Stabilizing Pill.
Just now, when Zhao Xinyao transford into a fake Su Yamo, she fell for Wang Yan’s “Eye of Bewitchnt” a second ti, revealing her true identity.
The beggar didn’t know about the first ti, but Zhao Xinyao had told him, making the beggar quickly guess Wang Yan’s soul skill, and the second ti the beggar was hiding in the shadows, so he understood Wang Yan’s soul skill all the more clearly.
However, just now the beggar believed that with his strong attack power, Wang Yan’s life was entirely in his hands, so he assud Wang Yan had no chance or dare to counterattack.
Who knew, on the brink of death, Wang Yan still used the Eye of Bewitchnt with all his might, ultimately trapping the beggar.
Had Wang Yan not been severely wounded, leaving him with no attack power, it would have been in the mont the beggar was disoriented by the Eye of Bewitchnt that Wang Yan could have taken his life.
Realizing this all at once, the beggar was furious, feeling that he, a dignified Demon Emperor, had been fooled by a re Demon Master, which was indeed a great humiliation for him.
The beggar let out a furious roar, his body trembled as a nacing aura erupted from him like a ferocious beast, pouncing on Wang Yan, followed closely by his raised fist.
The beggar’s eyes flashed with sheer hatred, this punch was more ferocious than the ones before, as he was determined to beat Wang Yan into pulp.
Su Yamo had been staring at the scene in front of her, though she did not understand Zhao Xinyao and the beggar’s conversation, seeing the beggar’s frustrated expression, Su Yamo realized that Wang Yan must have won.
Thinking about Wang Yan’s victory and not becoming soone else’s slave, Su Yamo instantly indulged in a myriad of thoughts, even wondering whether she should travel the world with Wang Yan, to spend a happy life across various lands.
But just as this thought surfaced in Su Yamo’s mind, the beggar charged forward, instantly shattering all of Su Yamo’s fantasies.
Su Yamo couldn’t help but cry out in alarm, struggling to stand up, wanting to rush towards Wang Yan.
However, just as Su Yamo stood up, she was imdiately swept away by the beggar’s powerful punch wind, her body slamd back against the wall, and fell to the ground.
Su Yamo felt as if her whole body’s bones were about to shatter, leaving her in great shock, realizing that just being caught in the aftershocks of the punch wind was so painful, she wondered how much force Wang Yan, who was directly in front of the fist, was enduring.
Wang Yan, even without the beggar’s attack, could only barely stand, wobbling like the last withered leaf on a branch in late autumn, blown up by the strong autumn wind.
Yet, this withered leaf was extrely resilient, remaining firm despite the strongest autumn winds.
Seeing the beggar about to charge in front of Wang Yan, Wang Yan slightly smiled, slowly raised his right hand, extending his middle finger, with the other four fingers outstretched in a turtle shape, and calmly said, “Three moves have passed, do you want to beco a turtle?”
Upon hearing Wang Yan’s words, the beggar imdiately stopped, his entire aura dissipated in an instant, his fist froze in mid-air.
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