Chapter 1496: Chapter 1487 Tyranny
Sunset Island!
In the martial arts arena!
The enthusiasm of the audience for this duel had significantly waned because in their hearts, they all believed that Jiang Motian was destined to win. For a duel with a predetermined outcome, how could the audience present muster any excitement?
Wu Lifen, the young master of Sunset Island, said to Zuo Feibai, “My father and the others won’t be able to make it in time. Should we stop this duel for now?”
Zuo Feibai replied without hesitation, “Wu Lifen, you need to have a little faith in our ancestor. I guarantee you’ll be tremendously surprised later.”
Meanwhile, Bai Xiaorou was keenly watching Ye Chenfeng, her lips moist and her large eyes locked onto him. She knew well the resilience of Ye Chenfeng’s physique, which made her comfortable sitting in the audience.
On the stage.
After the referee announced the start of the duel.
The sinister smile on Jiang Motian’s face grew stronger. His hands suddenly clenched into fists, feeling the power accumulating in his arms. He bent his legs slightly, like a spring under tension, poised to charge at Ye Chenfeng at any moment.
Ye Chenfeng, who had placed the Black Xuan Sword behind the stage, felt much lighter after separating from it. Although he couldn’t use spiritual energy and reach his peak speed, without the weight of the Black Xuan Sword, he believed he could still outpace Jiang Motian.
Jiang Motian glared at the composed Ye Chenfeng, seething inside, thinking Ye Chenfeng was just pretending. He barked, “Kid, I’ll soon leave you with no time to breathe, sending you straight to Yama’s Palace to report, showing you that ants like you are only meant to be crushed.”
Jiang Motian pushed off with his bent legs, charging at Ye Chenfeng like a ferocious tiger. In just the blink of an eye, Jiang Motian appeared before Ye Chenfeng, a cruel smile curling his lips. His right fist, filled with explosive power, aimed directly at Ye Chenfeng’s face.
Seeing this, the audience members shook their heads.
“This is really boring. It seems the kid from the Divine Thought Realm Second Heavenly Layer can’t even withstand one move. After all, the Divine Thought Realm Third Heavenly Layer guy’s physique is comparable to a Peak Creation Realm master.”
“I lost thirty middle-grade Spirit Stones. I didn’t expect the Divine Thought Realm Second Heavenly Layer kid to be so useless. Why did he even step on the stage?”
…
In a certain private box in the martial arts arena.
Song Haiyun, the Supreme Elder of the Hall of Sea Gods, watched the scene on the stage and slowly lifted a teacup, sipping it with calm composure. He muttered to himself, “Everything is as I predicted. That kid can’t withstand even one move from Jiang Motian after he donned the True Spirit Soft Armor.”
Song Chunmei, standing beside Song Haiyun, nodded quickly, saying, “Just as you said, Father, that kid is just a jumping clown. Father, you shouldn’t waste your thoughts on such clowns.”
“Mm!” Song Haiyun responded casually.
…
On the stage.
Jiang Motian’s menacing right fist closed in fast on Ye Chenfeng’s face. Seeing Ye Chenfeng not evade, Jiang Motian thought Ye Chenfeng had no way to escape, sneering, “Kid, weren’t you quite powerful at the Northern Desolate Wasteland ruins? Weren’t you just showing off at the Wu household? But in front of me, Jiang Motian, you’re just a bug I can squash anytime.”
“Watch me blow your head off!”
Jiang Motian’s powerful right fist advanced forcefully in the air, wind from the air pressure brushing against Ye Chenfeng’s face.
As Jiang Motian’s right fist was about to strike Ye Chenfeng’s face, Ye Chenfeng’s body shifted swiftly, far exceeding Jiang Motian’s speed, dodging the punch easily.
Seeing his punch missed, Jiang Motian immediately threw a second, a third punch…
But with each punch, Ye Chenfeng easily evaded, slightly lifting the spirits of the audience. They now understood why Ye Chenfeng dared to stand on the stage. It turned out Ye Chenfeng had confidence in his speed.
Wu Lifen, the young master of Sunset Island, breathed a sigh of relief, saying, “Zuo Feibai, you must have known about our ancestor’s extraordinary speed long ago, right?”
Zuo Feibai smiled noncommittally, saying, “I have confidence in the ancestor, not just because of his speed.”
Song Haiyun, who was calmly sipping tea in the private box, frowned seeing Jiang Motian’s punches repeatedly miss. He remarked, “So this kid is confident in his speed.”
Meanwhile, on the stage, Jiang Motian, unable to hit Ye Chenfeng, was sweating profusely, shouting, “Kid, are you really a man? Can you only dodge like a turtle hiding in its shell?”
Ye Chenfeng replied indifferently, “I’ve never considered you my opponent. You’re unqualified. My opponent is your entire Yinming Sect.”
Ye Chenfeng planted his feet and stopped dodging. His shoulders twitched slightly, and his right hand quickly formed a fist, the power in his entire right arm ready to explode.
Jiang Motian wouldn’t let this opportunity slip. Thinking his provocations had worked again, he gathered power frantically, swinging his right fist at Ye Chenfeng once more.
Simultaneously, Ye Chenfeng’s right fist met Jiang Motian’s. Just as the two fists were about to collide, Jiang Motian laughed recklessly, shouting, “Kid, you’re truly foolish to an extreme.”
The audience was puzzled by Ye Chenfeng’s choice to confront Jiang Motian head-on. They believed Ye Chenfeng only had a slight advantage in speed, and if he utilized that advantage, the duel’s outcome would be uncertain.
But now Ye Chenfeng wanted to go head-to-head with Jiang Motian in physical strength? They thought Ye Chenfeng had fallen for Jiang Motian’s provocation.
Wu Lifen tensed up, saying, “The ancestor is being too unwise.”
In the private box, Song Haiyun smiled, saying, “Indeed, Jiang Motian isn’t without some wisdom. This time, that kid’s luck has run out.”
Apart from Zuo Feibai and Bai Xiaorou, everyone thought Ye Chenfeng’s choice was foolish.
A dull thud resounded.
Ye Chenfeng’s and Zuo Feibai’s fists clashed, Ye Chenfeng’s face remaining expressionless, while Jiang Motian’s previously smiling face froze abruptly. He felt a tremendous force from Ye Chenfeng’s fist, as if it were going to destroy his entire right arm.
“Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!——”
Beads of sweat appeared on Jiang Motian’s forehead, the sound of bones breaking emanating from his right arm. His body flew backward suddenly.
However, Ye Chenfeng grabbed Jiang Motian’s shoulder, preventing him from being thrown back. Ye Chenfeng said calmly, “I told you, you’re not qualified to be my opponent. My opponent is your entire Yinming Sect.”
“Bang! Bang! Bang——”
“Crack! Crack! Crack!——”
Ye Chenfeng’s fists rapidly pummeled Jiang Motian’s chest. Jiang Motian’s chest bones shattered quickly, blood spilling from his mouth, his face pale, unable to utter even the words “I surrender.”
Terror flickered in Jiang Motian’s eyes, completely powerless in Ye Chenfeng’s hands, unable to resist as Ye Chenfeng’s fists landed on his body. Feeling each punch’s power, Jiang Motian confirmed Ye Chenfeng’s physical strength surpassed his own.
However, how could this be possible?
Jiang Motian was wearing True Spirit Soft Armor, and only then was his physical strength comparable to a Peak Creation Realm master.
Yet Ye Chenfeng seemed to have no such protection. How could his physical strength be so formidable?
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