Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

What's even more terrifying is that he's now in a state of absolute invincibility, immune to all control measures!

boom!

Lin Ye's footsteps created a large crater in the Battle Arena, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading outwards.

Standing opposite Lin Ye, Yan felt the world-destroying aura emanating from him, and his legs began to tremble uncontrollably.

Scared.

As a core member of the golden generation, he actually felt fear towards a junior who was more than ten years below him!

"No...don't come any closer!"

Yan screamed in terror and instinctively tried to back away.

But he couldn't possibly leave now.

Whoosh!

Lin Ye's figure vanished from the spot in an instant, so fast that it was impossible for the naked eye to catch it.

Yan felt a blur before his eyes, and a gust of wind mixed with the aura of lightning rushed towards him.

The next second, Lin Ye's face, covered in black stripes and exuding an evil aura, appeared less than half a meter away from him.

"Why are you running? Weren't you shouting so loudly just now?"

Lin Ye sneered, then suddenly raised his right leg, creating a piercing whistling sound, and kicked Yan hard in the stomach.

boom!

A dull thud that made your teeth ache.

Before Yan could even let out a scream, he was sent flying backward.

He traced a long parabola through the air, crashed heavily onto the protective shield at the edge of the Soul Arena, and then slid to the ground like a lump of mud.

"Wow!"

Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

However, Lin Ye's attack had only just begun.

Before Yan could recover, Lin Ye's figure reappeared in front of him.

Lin Ye grabbed Yan by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Class of '49? The Golden Generation? That's it?"

With each sentence Lin Ye spoke, he punched Yan hard in the face.

boom! boom! boom!

Punch to the flesh!

Lin Ye didn't use any fancy soul skills at all; he just used the purest physical strength to carry out the most brutal beating!

Yan was beaten without any chance to fight back. His Flame Lord Martial Soul was directly shattered, and countless bones in his body were broken. His face was swollen like a pig's head, and blood blurred his vision.

The audience was silent.

Thousands of eyes were fixed on the brutal scene on the stage, and no one dared to even breathe loudly.

Too bad!

This is not a friendly competition, it's a one-sided massacre!

Yan Ge, who usually acted arrogantly in the academy, was now being kneaded like a rag doll in Lin Ye's hands.

"No...stop hitting me...I admit it..."

Yan begged for mercy in a muffled voice; all he wanted now was to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

But Lin Ye didn't give him a chance to finish speaking.

"Admit defeat? Too late!"

Lin Ye's eyes turned cold. He grabbed Yan by the collar and slammed him to the ground.

boom!

The hard surface of the fighting arena was smashed into a large, human-shaped crater.

Yan was lying at the bottom of the pit, convulsing, completely incapacitated.

The arena fell silent.

Several seconds passed before the referee, who had been staring in disbelief, finally snapped out of his daze.

He rushed forward and shouted:

"Stop! The match is over! Lin Ye wins!"

The referee's voice was trembling when he called out those words.

In all his years as a referee, he had never seen such a ruthless newcomer.

As the referee announced the decision, the entire audience snapped out of their daze and erupted in incredulous gasps.

"He won! He actually won!"

"Level 38 beats level 49, and completely crushes them! Has the world gone mad?"

"That's brutal! Brother Yan is completely crippled!"

No one dared to laugh at Lin Ye anymore; everyone looked at him with deep awe and fear.

This new disciple is definitely a formidable and formidable figure!

Lin Ye deactivated his Dark Demon God Transformation, the black stripes on his body faded, and his aura returned to calm.

He walked to the edge of the pit and looked down at Yan, who was lying inside, half-dead.

"Senior Brother Yan, we're done fighting."

Lin Ye spoke calmly, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Now, it's time to fulfill our bet."

Upon hearing the word "bet," Yan, who was in the pit, trembled violently and struggled to open his swollen eyes.

humiliation!

An unprecedented sense of humiliation overwhelmed him instantly.

Make him kneel and kowtow to this kid in front of everyone in the entire academy, and shout that he's trash?

This is more painful for him than killing him!

"You...you're going too far..." Yan gritted his teeth, blood gushing from his mouth as he mumbled incoherently.

"Too much?" Lin Ye sneered, then raised his foot and stomped heavily on Yan's chest.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound of bone breaking.

"Ah!" Yan let out a piercing scream.

Lin Ye pressed down hard on his feet, his gaze turning icy:

"I hate it when people renege on their promises. If you don't kowtow this time, don't even think about walking off this fighting arena standing up."

"Lin Ye! Stop!"

Just then, Hu Liena, who was sitting in the audience, couldn't stand it anymore.

Although she also felt that Yan deserved it, Yan was, after all, a member of the Golden Generation and represented the face of the Spirit Hall.

If someone were to actually kneel and kowtow here, it would have a terrible impact.

Hu Liena strode to the edge of the stage and shouted:

"Lin Ye, you've already won. Enough is enough! We're all from the same sect; there's no need to be so ruthless!"

Lin Ye turned his head and gave Hu Liena a cold look.

There was a chilling ruthlessness in his eyes.

"Senior sister, when he was about to cripple me, why didn't you come out and stop him?"

Lin Ye's voice carried an extremely strong sense of pressure.

"This is a bet I made with him, and I'm a man of my word. Anyone who tries to stop me, I'll beat them up too."