One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

Feng Xingtong turned around excitedly, raised her fist and waved, "Go for it! You have to win!"

"A small-scale event."

Ye Xing smiled and patted his shoulder, then braced himself against the wall with one hand and lightly leaped down from the five-meter-high stands, landing steadily in the arena.

His opponent, Wang Bing, swaggered out of the main gate.

This kid was wearing an extremely arrogant floral shirt today, and he looked impatient.

Wang Bing glanced sideways at Ye Xing's worn-out Taoist robe, then let out a disdainful snort.

"So you're that Taoist priest who likes to pretend to be a shaman? You poor wretch from Quanzhen, if you have no clothes to wear, come beg your grandpa here, and I'll give you two pieces."

As Wang Bing walked forward, he unleashed a barrage of offensive and offensive remarks.

"Don't think you can run rampant in Longhu Mountain just because you know a couple of fire-breaking techniques. Meeting me today is the worst luck you've ever had!"

"Let me tell you, my great-grandfather told me to spare your life. If you kneel down and kowtow three times right now, and get out of the arena, I might be in a good mood and not cripple you!"

The spectators in the stands frowned. This young master of the Wang family had such a foul mouth; he completely lacked the manners expected of a scion of a prominent family.

Ye Xing, standing opposite him, had no expression on his face.

He didn't talk back, didn't get angry, and certainly didn't lay a hand on anyone.

He just stood there quietly, watching Wang Bing jump around like he was a dead man.

Wang Bing cursed for a long time, only to find that his opponent completely ignored him and didn't even give him a second glance.

A surge of anger suddenly rose to the top of his head.

When has the young master of the Wang family ever been ignored like this!

"court death!"

Wang Bing's face was completely distorted, and black energy surged out from his body, turning into a tangible mist that swirled around him. From within that black energy came faint, mournful howls.

Ye Xing then slowly turned his neck.

He didn't look at Wang Bing, but instead looked across the field and stared directly at Wang Ai, who was leaning on a cane and looking anxious and nervous, in the spectator stands on one side.

When that old man heard the report from the person who went back last night, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

Seeing Ye Xing staring at her, Wang Ai's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition arose within her.

The referee looked around to make sure both players were ready, then swung his right hand down forcefully.

"The match begins!"

The voice just fell.

Before Wang Bing could even form hand seals and summon his most powerful spirit to tear the Taoist priest to pieces,

next second.

Ye Xing, who was originally standing more than ten meters away, suddenly became blurry, like the static on an old television set, flickering slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a very muffled explosion was heard in the air!

boom!

Everyone in the stands, including the Old Master and Lu Jin, had their pupils suddenly contract at that moment.

There was no wind in the center of the venue, nor was there much fluctuation of Qi.

Only a single, pure, and incredibly fast afterimage, too fast for the naked eye to capture, instantly tore through the distance of space.

Before the ferocity on Wang Bing's face could even turn into terror, he felt a blur before his eyes.

The white figure was already pressed against him.

A pale, slender fist with no fancy movements was rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

"you--"

Chapter 41, "The King of Hammers," was a promise made to someone.

Wang Bing had barely uttered the word "you" before he could even blink when Ye Xing's fist was already pressed against his skin.

At this critical moment, a ball of pitch-black Qi suddenly burst forth from Wang Bing's body, forcefully blocking the fist.

Snapped!

The black energy shattered.

boom!

A muffled thud.

Even with the temporary buffer provided by the black energy, Wang Bing was still sent flying backward.

Just before landing, Wang forcefully twisted his waist in mid-air and landed on both feet.

The soles of my shoes rubbed wildly against the hard bluestone slab, leaving two deep white marks. I had to retreat more than ten meters before I could barely regain my balance.

I almost landed on my back.

Wang Bing's face flushed red and then turned pale, his chest heaving violently.

If he gets knocked down with a single punch in the very first second, where will he put his face as the young master of the Wang family?

'Detected Wang Bing exhibiting emotions such as tension, fear, and extreme shame and indignation, triggering a critical hit, emotion value +150!'

Ye Xing was taken aback by the system notification, then smiled and said to Wang Bing in the distance, "You're quite the sentimental guy!"

Wang Bing was taken aback, not understanding why.

The stands fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, a huge uproar erupted.

"Holy crap! What just happened?"

"How can this Taoist priest of the Quanzhen School be so fast! I didn't even see his afterimage!"

"Not only can he use the Great Heavenly Dragon Technique, but he can also teleport?"

'Shock and astonishment were detected in the audience. Emotional value +50, +60, +50...'

The system notification sounds kept popping up in my mind.

Wang Bing, who was in the arena, found the exclamations from the stands particularly jarring and completely broke down.

"You fucking dare to hit me?!"

Wang Bing roared at the top of his lungs, his face red and his neck thick.

"I am a member of the Wang family, one of the Ten Elders! You dare to lay a hand on me? You're dead! The Wang family will never let you get away with this!"

As he roared, his hands rapidly formed hand seals in front of him.

Thick clumps of black energy emerged from his body, slowly transforming into individual spirits.

A dozen strangely shaped spirits appeared in mid-air, baring their fangs and claws to protect Wang Bing in the middle.

Ye Xing listened to this idiotic remark and cursed expressionlessly.

"idiot."

The next second, Ye Xing moved again.

It moved even faster than before, plunging headlong into the midst of the menacing spirits.

The monstrous physical strength granted by the Ox Talisman, combined with the extreme speed brought by the Rabbit Talisman.

This is an absolutely unreasonable way of playing.

A series of muffled explosions suddenly rang out in the arena.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

Ye Xing completely ignored the fancy attacks of those spirits and went straight in for a rapid, unreasonable combo.

Every punch lands with a visceral impact. No, every punch strikes with a spiritual impact.

In just a few seconds, the group of spirits that Wang Bing was so proud of were all beaten and forced to flee, their black energy scattered everywhere.

Several spirits had become extremely transparent and were on the verge of completely disintegrating.

Wang Bing became anxious.

He couldn't catch Ye Xing's movements at all and could only watch helplessly as his spirit was beaten into such a miserable state.

Wang Bing also wanted to use the Divine Painted Boundary to trap Ye Xing, but every time he tried to paint the boundary, Ye Xing would interrupt him with two punches.

With his half-baked skill in applying the magic potion, he couldn't possibly use it safely under such circumstances.

"asshole!"

Wang Bing's eyes turned bloodshot. He turned his head, opened his mouth wide, and bit down on the spirit that was about to dissipate.

Extremely fierce.

As he chewed, Wang Bing's Qi began to surge wildly. His previously normal physique swelled up, and his muscles began to expand, giving him an aura of madness.

In the stands.

Feng Zhenghao stood by the railing, looking at Wang Bing in the arena. He suddenly pushed up his glasses, and a fierce glint flashed behind the lenses.

"Click".

Feng Zhenghao tightened his grip on the fence, squeezing several cracks into the concrete.

Standing next to him, Feng Xingtong's eyes widened in disbelief, his hands clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Meanwhile, in the opposite stands, Wang Ai, the Tenth Elder, couldn't sit still any longer.

He stood up, gripping the wall in front of him with both hands, his face full of anxiety.

He yelled at Ye Xing in the arena, "You little beast, how dare you bully the Wang family like this! Stop right now!"

On the other side, Zhang Chulan watched the scene unfold, completely baffled.

He turned his head and moved closer to Xu San and Xu Si.

"No, third brother, fourth brother, what methods did that bastard use?"