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Chapter 192 Killing Bai Ye is like slaughtering a dog

As Bai Ye spoke, the atmosphere around them instantly became serious.

Apart from him, everyone's gaze seemed to be drawn to the man sitting in the corner.

In the corner of the room, a burly man with a muscular build sat with an air of authority.

Upon hearing Bai Ye's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Bai Ye with a fierce and domineering gaze, as if trying to ascertain his identity.

He is none other than Ivanov, currently the nominal number one on the planet!

nervous……

Everyone in the audience watched Bai Ye with bated breath. This young man was so reckless that he dared to challenge the number one emperor.

"I understand that young people are ambitious and eager to get ahead, but it seems you've chosen the wrong opponent."

Ivanov stood up, his over two-meter height exuding an overwhelming aura as he looked down at Bai Ye: "Judging from your appearance, you seem to be from the Asian side. Didn't the power behind you tell you not to provoke me?"

"Oh, so you're the number one ranked Russian black bear. Sorry, sorry, it was a bit rude of me to call you by name."

Bai Ye walked forward without any nervousness, staring at the bald, muscular man in front of him: "You're ranked number one, so you must be very strong. How about we have a spar?"

Looking at the other person's "thick" bald head, Bai Ye subconsciously asked, "I heard from passersby on the street that you implanted Saiyan bloodline in the Qi World and have been diligently training for three years, but where's your hair?"

Ivanov: (╬▔ Pan▔)

Bai Ye's words caused Ivanov's expression to show subtle dissatisfaction; this young man seemed rather presumptuous.

Although the mission worlds are randomly selected, and theoretically anyone who meets the requirements can enter, it is clear that teaming up is more beneficial.

Therefore, the selection of mission worlds is mostly done tacitly by each national faction choosing a world instance individually.

And the copy of the Russian First Rank's domain is naturally mostly populated by his powerful subordinates.

The other members nearby wanted to speak up and reprimand them, but Ivanov stopped them.

He said fiercely, "Since you want to spar, then let's do it here. I'll try my best to teach you a little lesson without damaging this building."

"Don't worry, as your senior, I'll let you make the first move."

"Shall I make the first move? I'll be careful to restrain myself." Bai Ye waved his hand casually.

As the conversation between the two progressed to this point, the surrounding people became expectant, eager to witness the first person to make a move.

"Hmm..." At this moment, Ivanov frowned, because he felt a strange field being released from the young man in front of him and spreading outwards.

Although he didn't know what use it was, he became secretly wary and no longer underestimated it as before.

"Get ready, I'm going to start..." Bai Ye raised his right fist, but before he could finish speaking, a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Because right in front of him, Ivanov, who had agreed to let him make the first move, had already unleashed a layer of white energy, and his right fist, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, slammed towards his face.

Ivanov's face remained impassive, but inwardly he roared: "Haha, didn't expect that, did you? Fighting is all about victory. See you in the next life, kid."

In an instant, Ivanov threw out his right fist, which, wrapped in powerful energy, was strong enough to crush a hundred-meter-long street, and aimed at Bai Ye's face. However, it was immediately grabbed firmly by a slender right hand and could not advance an inch.

"Going all out from the start? A smart choice." Bai Ye smiled slightly, looking at the stunned Ivanov as if he were the one being challenged.

The sparring between the two officially began the next moment.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

From the perspective of onlookers, the two figures turned into afterimages as they frantically exchanged blows.

Each punch they exchanged could flatten the street beneath their feet, yet strangely, it left no trace.

Aside from the visceral impacts, the resulting gusts of wind, and the deafening roar, it had no effect on the surrounding area.

It was as if the two of them and the world were not on the same level.

"Boom!" Bai Ye and Ivanov exchanged two more punches, then both of them took two steps back with some energy left, stopping the fight at the same time.

All told, the entire exchange between the two lasted only three seconds, but they exchanged tens of thousands of punches.

Those around were already stunned, their mouths agape. This newcomer had fought to a draw with the number one swordsman in the world—where did this Sword God of Shili Slope come from?!

Even though Ivanov wasn't using his full strength, the boy seemed to be handling the situation with ease, indicating that neither of them was taking it seriously.

"Impressive strength, young man. In the sparring just now, I used seventy percent of my strength, and you were able to use this mysterious force field to fight back and evenly match me. You can already be considered one of the top three experts on the planet."

Ivanov's expression became calm and composed, no longer somber, but instead he smiled like a respectful senior.

"Oh, to be able to withstand 30% of my power in close combat, you have something to be proud of," Bai Ye said with a calm smile, which immediately made Ivanov's face darken.

Gently slipping his hand into his bag, Bai Ye addressed the people present, saying, "I have a clear understanding of your strengths. In that case, I will go and complete the mission."

"Hey, wait a minute, friend," a middle-aged white man approached and said, "With such great strength, why don't you join us and form a team? That way, you can look out for each other."

Faced with the middle-aged white man's attempt to persuade him to stay, Bai Ye merely sized him up, then subconsciously revealed a hint of disdain for a nobody, politely smiled and shook his head in refusal.

With a light leap, Bai Ye jumped directly out of the building, landed on the ground, glanced into the distance, and then headed off in one of the directions.

As Bai Ye left, the other lone wolf reincarnators who were not in Ivanov's camp also went away one by one.

"Your Majesty, why didn't you stop him just now?" After the reincarnators from different factions had all left, a subordinate stepped forward and asked.

After a moment of silence, Ivanov said, "I really did use 70% of my normal strength just now. As for him... although he is indeed only at level five, he seems to have no weaknesses in any aspect. Without using my trump card, I am not confident that I can keep him here for the time being."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze slightly, and everyone stared at Ivanov in shock.

"What if we use the props we just bought?" another subordinate couldn't help but ask.

Ivanov wore a contemptuous smile: "That level 12 item is meant for crucial moments; it's not worth wasting on us. Otherwise, if I were in a good mood, I could kill him like a dog!"

(End of this chapter)