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Chapter 592 Arriving in Time

The two collided, and the yellow figure's fist destroyed the three arcs of electricity almost effortlessly. Even after destroying them, its momentum did not diminish, and it slammed heavily into Xiao Li's chest.

"Pfft."

Struck by the heavy blow, Xiao Li's face turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His body slammed into the ground, leaving a trail of more than ten meters before crashing heavily into a boulder at the edge of the training ground.

"Haha, with this pathetic strength, you dare to be arrogant with me?" The middle-aged man, his entire body shrouded in yellow battle aura, sneered. He stomped his foot hard, his body exploding like a tank as he charged towards the incapacitated Xiao Li. Fierce, unparalleled energy rapidly condensed on his fist once more; judging from his actions, he clearly had no intention of leaving Xiao Li alive.

"Haha, die!" Looking at Xiao Li, who was so close, a cruel look appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and he slammed his fist down hard.

"clang!"

Just as those enormous fists were less than a meter away from Xiao Li, a black shadow appeared in front of Xiao Li with lightning speed, its huge black ruler planted in the ground. The attacking fists were struck heavily on the ruler, and a crisp sound rang out in the arena.

The force of the impact, with the soles of his feet planted firmly in the ground, forced the middle-aged man back several steps. His face darkened as he stared at the massive black ruler and coldly demanded, "Who?"

The black ruler trembled slightly, then slowly lifted off the ground, and behind it, a slender young man appeared in everyone's sight.

Shouldering the massive black ruler, Jing Chen slightly raised his head, gazing indifferently at the middle-aged man opposite him. The black ruler in his hand pointed directly at him, and a chilling, sinister voice slowly echoed in the square: "Your life, I'll take it!"

In the spacious arena, the boy's cold and indifferent voice slowly rang out, drawing the attention of countless people.

"Brother Chen?" On the other side of the square, Xiao Ding was slightly taken aback when he saw the black-clad youth who had suddenly appeared. Then, a surge of joy instantly appeared on his slightly sinister face, and he clapped his hands together heavily: "You came just in time."

"Hehe, it seems our Mo Tie Mercenary Group isn't going to be wiped out today!" Xiao Ding slowly unfurled his fist, took a deep breath, suppressed his elation, and smiled back at his members. For some reason, ever since childhood, as long as Jing Chen was around, nothing seemed like a problem to Xiao Ding. He still remembered the time a Dou Zhe (a martial arts expert) came to the Xiao family to cause trouble, only to be pinned to the ground and beaten by Jing Chen, a third-stage Dou Qi expert. Everyone in the Xiao family was completely stunned by that scene.

Seeing Xiao Ding's beaming smile, the people behind him breathed a sigh of relief. Although many of them didn't know why this young man was called "Brother Chen" by the two team leaders, they had all witnessed his clash with Xiao Li. However, Jing Chen's opponent now wasn't a Dou Shi. Even Xiao Ding wasn't a match for that Great Dou Shi, let alone Jing Chen.

The members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group were all somewhat apprehensive. However, after all, they had followed Xiao Ding for so long, and they were certain that Xiao Ding wouldn't make empty boasts in this situation.

After exchanging glances, the group's eyes revealed a smile of relief and anticipation. They hoped that this young man, Jing Chen, could truly avert this devastating crisis for the Mo Tie Mercenary Group.

"Little Li, are you alright?" Holding the heavy ruler, Jing Chen tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiao Li who was covered in blood, took out a bottle of healing pills from his storage ring and tossed it to Xiao Li, asking softly.

"Cough, cough," Xiao Li coughed violently, spitting out a little blood. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, then swallowed the pill and raised his head. Looking at the tall and upright young man standing in front of him, a blush appeared on his pale face, and he grinned, his tense body relaxing.

Leaning against the boulder behind him, Xiao Li chuckled in a slightly hoarse voice, "Brother Chen, you're finally back. If you had come any later, I'm afraid I would have had to trouble you to bring a bottle of good wine to my grave to keep me company."

"Sorry I'm late. But if you want me to bring you good wine, you'd better stay alive." Jing Chen's lips curled into a slight smile, devoid of any kindness, only a chilling, bloodthirsty aura. His gaze was as if he were looking at a corpse: "Don't worry, Little Li Zi, I'll take this scum's life for you today!"

"Ahem, that guy's name is Mo Ran, a one-star Great Dou Master. His cultivation technique is earth-attribute, which is characterized by its long and powerful nature, making it very suitable for prolonged battles. Furthermore, the paralyzing effect of my lightning attribute isn't very effective against him. Otherwise, I could have lasted a while longer. Unfortunately, the level difference between us is too great, so he hasn't used any Dou Techniques during this battle, and therefore I don't know what level of Dou Techniques he possesses. Be careful when fighting him."

"A one-star Grand Dou Master? Interesting." Jing Chen smiled coldly and nodded slightly to Xiao Li. Then he turned around, and his handsome face, which had been slightly smiling, instantly turned sinister and terrifying. Like a demon from hell, he stared at you with deadly eyes. That sinister gaze made the middle-aged man opposite him feel a chill run down his spine.

"Who are you!" The middle-aged man in yellow shook his hand, which was numb from the rebound of the force, and shouted coldly with a gloomy face.

However, Jing Chen ignored the other party's question. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a wisp of cyan battle qi appeared on the surface of Jing Chen's body. In just an instant, a cyan battle qi flame gauze robe appeared on the surface of Jing Chen's body.

Upon seeing the slightly strange battle aura-infused veil covering Jing Chen's body, the middle-aged man in yellow's expression changed slightly. This was the first time he had ever encountered battle aura that emitted tangible flames. His face immediately turned serious, and he shouted sternly, "Boy, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, lest you bring trouble upon yourself!"

"You need to understand, the Desert Iron Mercenary Group is simply not enough to be our enemy!" Mo Ran pointed to another large group of fat figures in the square and sneered, "So, don't bother with your futile efforts!"

"I know the Desert Iron Mercenary Group can't compete with you, but what about them?"

Jing Chen chuckled softly, his calm voice slowly rising as he snapped his fingers with his left hand. In an instant, over thirty women appeared, standing suspended in mid-air above the area.

(End of this chapter)