"What did you say?"
Elder Ghost Sang was momentarily stunned.
"Old man, are you deaf? I'm max level, invincible in this world. With your kind of strength, I can crush you with one hand."
Ye Zixiao shouted, raising his voice.
The previously silent arena, where the drop of a pin could be heard, suddenly exploded. Every martial artist present, without exception, instinctively curled their lips.
"He's crazy!"
"Ye Zixiao must be ill."
"That's Elder Ghost Sang, the Dark Martial God! Ye Zixiao's bragging is too outlandish."
"…!"
Mocking voices echoed everywhere.
All significant martial artists in North Sea City, regardless of their rank, whether they knew him or not, knew of Elder Ghost Sang. He was truly a ghost!
"You can really blow smoke!"
Elder Ghost Sang, who was closest, chuckled.
"What, you don't believe me?"
Ye Zixiao actually smiled as well.
"Little brat, you have some skill, but you're still too damn young. Do you know my capabilities? Back in the day, with my single blade, I from East Street…"
"Go to hell!"
Before Elder Ghost Sang could finish, Ye Zixiao charged forward. "Let's stop the bickering. A true hero doesn't boast about past glories. How about this, let's exchange one punch, one punch decides the winner."
"And if you lose?"
"I'll surrender and be taken captive!"
"Fine!"
"Old ghost, and if you lose?"
"Heh heh heh, although it's impossible for me to lose, I'll make you a promise. If I lose, I'll kneel and call you daddy, withdraw from the martial world forever, and give you a wide berth."
"Calling me daddy is not enough, you have to call me mommy too."
Ye Zixiao revealed his scoundrel's demeanor again.
"Whatever you say, let's do it!"
Elder Ghost Sang suddenly adopted a stance, legs bent, rooted like a horse, his expression instantly turning cold. He raised his right arm, his hardened fist covered in scars and calluses.
"Be ready to receive this!"
Ye Zixiao suddenly threw a punch.
A dark, mist-like radiance swirled around Ye Zixiao's fist. A visible gust of wind, whistling loudly, shot towards Elder Ghost Sang's fist.
"Ugh!!!"
Elder Ghost Sang grunted and returned the punch.
*Bang—*
A muffled sound echoed throughout the entire venue!
A blast wave, like a volcanic eruption, carrying wisps of blood mist, exploded from between Ye Zixiao and Elder Ghost Sang. The immense force pushed most of the onlookers backward.
Some were even knocked down!
Amidst extremely intense gasps, the Qin family's entourage moved closer, and even the three people on stage, Lin Qingzhu, leaned in, wanting to see the outcome of the one-punch exchange up close.
The mist, tinged with blood, dissipated.
The two figures in the center became clear.
The onlookers clearly saw Ye Zixiao take a step back. His right foot was lifted, resting on the stage floor behind him.
Then, looking at Elder Ghost Sang.
He was far from Ye Zixiao, and no one knew how many steps he had retreated, but he had clearly lost, because his fist, still suspended in the air, was gone?!
Yes!
The old ghost's fist had been blown apart!
Fist against fist, no weapons involved, and Ye Zixiao had definitely not cheated. Under a direct collision, he had simply obliterated a Martial God's fist.
"This is impossible!"
Elder Ghost Sang raised his arm.
He didn't cry out in pain or rage, but looked with annoyance at his mangled limb, utterly unable to accept the result of the exchange.
He was a Martial God!
Even a Divine King wouldn't be capable of shattering a Martial God's fist with a single punch, right? What level was Ye Zixiao? Had this youth surpassed the gods?
"Holy crap, holy crap!"
"Elder Ghost Sang lost?!"
"Are you blind? His fist is gone!"
"No way…"
First, the Qin family's thugs started shouting, and then the entire venue became incredibly noisy. The audience didn't care about life or death; they simply couldn't accept this outcome.
The Dark Martial God!
There were less than ten in the entire city, right?!
Wasted with one punch?
More importantly, was Ye Zixiao, that carefree and capricious mad dog,’s fist made of steel? He had shattered a Martial God, and only retreated one step?!
"My goodness, so powerful!"
Lin Qingzhu on stage murmured softly.
At this moment, the ruthless first beauty felt a shred of admiration for Ye Zixiao. It wasn't infatuation, just admiration for his immense combat power!
Who was the most composed in the entire venue? Undoubtedly Tang Keke and Jiang Xiaoyao. They were still sitting in their original positions but exchanged glances, their faces filled with astonishment!
"Old ghost, what happened?"
Qin Hanshan questioned Elder Ghost Sang with a ferocious look.
"Damn it, I messed up!"
Elder Ghost Sang, ignoring his bleeding wound, strode towards Ye Zixiao and loudly asked, "Tell me who you are? Who is your master? What level are you?"
"I'll tell your mother!"
Ye Zixiao flicked his fist, shook his neck, and said, "I have no enmity with you, and I'm too lazy to kill you. Hurry up, kowtow and call me daddy, then scram!"
"You…"
"What, can't handle losing?"
"Damn it!"
"Old man, stop blathering. You lost, you're finished. The Qin family can't count on you anymore. Hurry up and kowtow, or I'll change my mind and kill you."
"Kneel down and call me daddy!"
Lin Bin on stage rushed over and shouted.
Lin Feng wanted to shout too, but he had his pride!
The entire Qin family contingent fell silent, as they had lost their nerve. Elder Ghost Sang was their strongest asset, and now he was crippled. The Qin family, in terms of martial power alone, was likely finished.
The audience also stopped their clamor.
Everyone was waiting to see Elder Ghost Sang's fate?
"Alright, I admit it. Daddy!"
Elder Ghost Sang immediately knelt and kowtowed.
Then, he got up to leave.
"Stay."
"Ye Zixiao, what else are you doing?"
"Come over and call me mommy."
Ye Zixiao shifted his position, making way for Lin Qingzhu. Lin Qingzhu was now the center of attention. Covered in blood, she suddenly flushed.
"Hmph, hmph…"
Elder Ghost Sang wished he were dead.
He had lost, and he admitted it. He wouldn't be involved with the Qin family anymore. He had already kowtowed and called someone daddy in public, losing all face. This Ye Zixiao was simply too much of a bully!
"Say it!"
Ye Zixiao said, crossing his arms.
"You, don't be insane!"
Lin Qingzhu, her face red, stopped him.
"Damn it, old man, are you even a man? Back in the day, weren't you a one-man army with a single blade and all that? Just kowtow and call me mommy, isn't that simple?"
"Fine, I'll say it!"
Elder Ghost Sang completely gave up.
He flipped himself onto the stage, knelt before Lin Qingzhu, paused, discarded his last bit of pride, bowed his head, and shouted, "Mommy!"
Silence!
The entire venue fell silent once more!
It was as if time had stopped!
"Wife, you agree!"
"Ay—"
Lin Qingzhu, incited by Ye Zixiao, instinctively responded. She truly didn't want to be this old ghost's mother, but the "Ay" was too fitting.
"Wishing you good health!"
Elder Ghost Sang seemed possessed!
He blurted out four words, somersaulted off the stage, bowed his head, and strode away. His retreating figure looked somewhat gaunt and pitiful!
The former dark tumor.
The legend of the man with a single blade…
Thus, his story ended!
"Ye Zixiao, you're sick!"
Lin Qingzhu glared at him, her face flushed.
"This unfilial son only knows to wish his mommy well, and he's not filial to his dad at all. Damn it, if you don't behave, I'll break your legs."
Ye Zixiao continued his act.
"I've really had enough of you!"
Lin Qingzhu was so angry she stomped her foot.