When a person is in a high-ranking position, their words carry the law.

Chapter 49 Come on, you sissy!

How do you make a Slut lose his mind?
It's very simple; just make a pinching gesture with your thumb and forefinger.

To the Dongxia people, that tiny bit between their fingers might be the universe at their fingertips, but to the Slu people, that tiny bit was truly just a tiny bit, and specifically referred to one of their weaknesses.

Kim Jong-jae was enraged.

The result looks even more effeminate.

"Kim Jung-jae looks like he's about to lose his mind. If the preparation time hadn't ended, he might have already rushed up and fought Baek-tse to the death."

In the audience, Lin Yunlan turned on the noise reduction settings to block out the surrounding sounds and said, "This Bai Ze has a sharp tongue and a ruthless hand. Kim Jung-jae is probably in for a rough time."

As she spoke, Lin Yunlan felt a phantom pain in her chest again, making her grit her teeth involuntarily.

That bastard surnamed Bai was really ruthless. If Xingwang hadn't turned into light and left the arena directly, the previous arena would have been much more brutal and bloody.

How can there be such a man in this world?

However, a young man sitting next to Lin Yunlan had a different opinion. He said, "Not necessarily. You were provoked and took the initiative to attack, which violated the meaning of the Soft Cloud Sword Technique, which led to your weakness being exploited and you being on the defensive. Kim Jungjae is good at leg techniques, his moves are wide and powerful, and he also used the Death-Defying Forbidden Technique, which is most suitable for head-on confrontation. He and Bai Ze are not compatible."

The young man had a buzz cut and sword-like eyebrows. He was tall and handsome, possessing a masculine air that was completely opposite to Kim Jung-jae's. He was also very knowledgeable, and every few words he spoke were meaningful.

'Unfortunately, he's a pervert.'

Lin Yunlan glanced at the boy, sighed helplessly, and said, "Cousin, Grandpa will be watching the competition this time, so you'd better behave yourself."

Her cousin, Jiang Xun, can be said to be the most famous genius among the young generation of Xiangxingquan martial artists in Dongxia. He was already a two-star martial artist at the age of eighteen.

Unfortunately, he's a perverted man obsessed with Fu Rui.

Jiang Xun's talent in imitative boxing was so extraordinary, and his obsession with martial arts led to a distortion of his aesthetic sense, turning him into a fanatic of Fu Rui.

"It's nothing," Jiang Xun said nonchalantly, seemingly unconcerned about his beautiful cousin. "I've already spoken to Grandpa, and he said he likes Fu Rui too."

"What?" Lin Yunlan was so shocked that she couldn't control her facial expression.

But in the next instant, she suddenly realized something, and suppressing a retort she didn't know how to say, she said, "I think the Fu Rui that Grandpa likes is not the same as the one you like."

Her maternal grandfather lived through the chaotic era of the early 20th century. The old man was a diligent martial arts practitioner throughout his life and had little interest in the internet, so he probably didn't know the term "Furui control".

The "auspiciousness" that the elderly like is exactly what it sounds like in the literal sense; it can also be interpreted as good fortune or auspicious beasts. And Jiang Xun…

Thinking of this, Lin Yunlan couldn't help but sigh, "In short, you'd better be careful, your grandfather only has you as his grandson."

She wanted to say a few more words of advice, but by then the preparation time was over.

Lin Yunlan immediately turned to look at the arena.

Bai Ze is a bastard, but Jin Zhengzai is an even bigger scumbag. Bastard beating scumbag is exactly what she likes to see.

The best outcome would be a victory for the bastard, but in the process, he gets brutally beaten by the scumbag.

On the arena, Bai Ze still did not choose a weapon and continued to fight bare-handed.

He simply raised his hand and beckoned with his finger, saying, "Come on, you sissy."

Kim Jung-jae's face was no longer just flushed; it was practically a deep purple-red.

This was due to both anger and the blood refining technique he was using. Now that he had been exposed, Kim Jung-jae simply stopped pretending and unleashed the full power of his life-or-death blood refining technique, his muscles twitching and his face turning purplish-red.

"court death!"

Progress is like a fierce wind, and kicks are like thunder; this is the most famous "Wind and Thunder Fierce Kick" of the Slug Autonomous Region.

Kim Jung-jae's speed was swift and rapid, closing in in the blink of an eye. He then raised his right leg and slashed down like a battle axe. The ferocious leg shadow even brought up a fierce wind. Driven by the Blood Refining Technique, Kim Jung-jae's internal energy was completely violent, losing its finesse but fully demonstrating the power and ferocity of his leg technique.

"Bullet Time".

Bai Ze clearly saw the slowing leg shadow reflected in his eyes. He turned sideways and brushed past the leg shadow.

boom!
The tomahawk kick landed with a loud thud, cracking the ground, and blood appeared on Kim Jung-jae's right foot at the same time.

But he ignored it all, and after his right foot hit the ground, he launched a sweeping kick with his left leg.

Bai Ze dodged again, taking two steps back, just managing to avoid the sweeping attack.

At the same time, his internal energy surged forth, and a powerful wind seemed to emanate from his entire body.

"Its spirit soars to the heavens."

With a powerful shout, Bai Ze abruptly stopped his retreat and instead advanced, launching a frontal assault.

The explosive move met the desperate struggle for survival. Even the whistling wind seemed slower than the figure. The sound of the audience suddenly stopped, and everyone stared intently at the scene.

Bai Ze charged straight ahead, and Jin Zhengzai showed no intention of dodging either, his swift legs firing like cannonballs as he launched a fierce and powerful attack.

The leg shadow and the afterimage that Bai Ze had transformed into intersected, and suddenly an explosion was heard.

boom!
The sound, like a gunshot, was Bai Ze's "shotgun marks".

The leg shadow vanished instantly, and Bai Ze pressed his palm against Kim Jung-jae's calf, unleashing more than a dozen bursts of energy that struck his leg, creating an explosive sound.

The internal energy clashed with the opponent's violent internal energy. The internal energy propelled by the Blood Refining Technique was astonishing, like a raging storm, but it was far inferior in purity.

Even if it was barely blocked, a bloody mess still erupted.

But Kim Jung-jae remained unmoved, because he had completely lost the sense of pain at this moment, and the Blood Refining Law allowed him to forcibly drive his injured leg with his internal energy.

His left leg was knocked away by the palm print and landed immediately, while his other leg bent at the knee and struck the approaching Bai Ze.

The internal energy surged violently to the knees, completely disregarding the meridians' ability to withstand it, and rammed towards Bai Ze's abdomen.

"die!"

Kim Jung-jae's eyes were bloodshot, it was hard to tell whether it was due to the use of forbidden techniques or the murderous intent that Bai Ze had provoked him to such a degree.

But unfortunately——

Bai Ze flipped his palm down and pressed it onto Jin Zhengzai's knee.

boom!
Another "shotgun graffiti".

When the palm and knee collided, the knee strike should have had the upper hand. However, Kim Jung-jae sensed that his opponent was as immovable as a mountain. The force of the palm bursting from his palm ripped open the flesh on his knee, and the palm force forcefully pressed down the impact.

Immediately, Bai Ze formed a fist with his other hand, channeling the power of the "Pine and Crane Longevity Fist" into a short burst of force, thrusting towards Jin Zhengzai's chest.

Kim Jung-jae's glaring eyes suddenly contracted, as if he had sensed the threat of the punch, and finally defended himself for the first time.

He pulled his leg back, lowered his waist, and bent his arm to block the punch.

When the fist struck the arm, a crisp sound of bones cracking rang out.

"Such pure internal energy!" Jiang Xun in the audience also showed surprise.

"Using 'Piercing Rainbow' can actually contend with a forbidden technique that requires a life-or-death struggle?"

(End of this chapter)