As Wu Feipeng was carried down from the arena, the entire spectator stand fell silent, a silence that persisted for a long ti, yet still it couldn’t settle the audience’s shock.
An Earth Rank Fighter, since when did they beco so frail?
Or rather, had Ye Ming’s strength beco imasurably against the heavens!
Looking at Ye Ming, people couldn’t help but recall soone from many years ago, that genius youth who once dominated the scene, Chu Heng.
Jiang Dachuan’s heart trembled incessantly, devoid of any will to fight.
He felt relieved that it wasn’t him who had gone up earlier. If he had taken Ye Ming’s place, he probably would have been killed on the spot.
"Dad, he... he’s too monstrous, hurry and find soone to take him down! Otherwise, how can I go up and fight him?"
Jiang Long was also greatly frustrated, Ye Ming’s performance had completely exceeded his expectations, and their plan was utterly disrupted.
No matter what, he had to get Ye Ming off the stage, otherwise, if this continued, Ye Ming would claim the championship and beco the biggest winner of the day.
"I can’t think of any way..." Jiang Long pondered and finally picked up the microphone, "The champion of the arena has participated in several rounds of competition and must be tired, let’s take a one-hour rest!"
Left with no other choice, Jiang Long resorted to delaying tactics, pausing the competition to think of a way to deal with Ye Ming.
Ye Ming snorted coldly, as he had already figured out what was happening, but he was happy to have a break and sat down at the edge of the arena on his own.
At this mont, his gaze fell on Wang Yating sitting in the stands.
Their eyes t for a long ti, and Wang ngting ultimately blushed and turned her gaze away.
Ye Ming felt a strange sensation in his heart; he seed to have never seen this woman before, but ever since he stepped onto the stage, her gaze had never left him.
The brief rest soon ended.
Right then, Ye Ming saw many Martial Artists suddenly surging towards the stage below.
Their strengths were all between the Eighth and Ninth Rank, and it was clear to any discerning eye that they were no match for Ye Ming.
Yet, they eagerly took the stage, each crossing hands with Ye Ming in turn.
Before the fight, they displayed a very humble attitude, asking Ye Ming to go easy, that it was enough to stop when a point had been made.
Initially, not taking it seriously and seeing their modesty, Ye Ming didn’t use his full strength, rely knocking them off the stage with casual strikes.
After he dealt with these Martial Artists, Ye Ming suddenly had a strange feeling.
He lifted his hands and saw a large bruise on his palms.
"What is this..."
Ye Ming imdiately realized that the Martial Artists who had co onto the stage earlier had all tried their best to get close to him, and each of their clothes had been laced with poison dust.
The mont Ye Ming struck, he would get the poison dust on his hands.
He hadn’t noticed it at first, but now that the fighting was over, the poison had already deeply penetrated his bones.
One of his legs went weak, and he fell to his knees on the ground, with large beads of sweat starting to drip from his forehead.
However, he quickly adjusted his mindset, imdiately mobilizing his True Qi to force the poison out of his body.
Soone wanted to prevent him from winning the championship; the more this was the case, the more Ye Ming had to persevere. Fortunately for him, the poison had only spread around his body and had not reached his heart.
Lucky for him, he discovered it just in ti; had he been even a bit later, once the poison reached his heart, there would have been no turning back.
"Despicable villains, I will not let you succeed," Ye Ming’s eyes were filled with murderous intent, and rage blazed in his heart.
Seeing his sorry state, Jiang Dachuan tentatively asked Jiang Long, "Dad, looking at his condition, has the poison taken effect?"
"Quick, send soone down there to deal with him!"
The poison was their doing, and Jiang Dachuan was very clear about that, but even though Ye Ming had reached this state, Jiang Dachuan still lacked the courage to go down and face Ye Ming himself.
Only when Ye Ming was on his last breath would he dare to go up and deliver the finishing blow.
Jiang Long nodded and once again made a signal to a middle-aged man in the stands.
This middle-aged man was seated next to where Wu Feipeng had been sitting earlier and was one of Jiang Long’s n.
His na was Yang Shuo, and his strength was not much different from Wu Feipeng’s, only slightly inferior, but he was still a powerful Earth Rank Fighter.
He slowly took the stage and loudly said, "I am Yang Shuo, I’ve co specifically to learn about your skills."
"Just see if you dare to accept the challenge!"
The audience was again surprised with exclamations, as two Earth Rank Fighters taking the stage ant another round of exciting combat was about to be replayed.
Yang Shuo, unlike Wu Feipeng, who had lots to say, couldn’t wait to kill Ye Ming.
Jiang Long and he had agreed with Wu Feipeng on a rule, whoever could incapacitate Ye Ming in the arena would be the vice-president of the Martial Artist Association.
With Wu Feipeng eliminated, there was no one to contest him, so naturally, Yang Shuo was very pleased.
Ye Ming let out a bitter laugh and asked, "Why would I not dare?"
Yang Shuo nodded, his gaze ice cold as he looked at Ye Ming and said, "Ye Ming, don’t bla for being ruthless, who asked you to be too conspicuous? Today’s championship was supposed to be Jiang Shao’s for the taking, yet you, an ignoramus, had to step out and vie for it."
"While you’re poisoned, I’ll take you down now!"
Leaving behind a harsh word, Yang Shuo imdiately leapt up, throwing a punch straight at Ye Ming’s face.
Ye Ming was in the process of mobilizing his True Qi to expel the poison, his hands limp and unable to defend, his body instantly sent flying.
"Ah?"
Xu Lele felt an imnse pain in her heart as if the punch had landed on her own face.
She looked at Ye Ming with a pained expression, simply not understanding why he didn’t dodge or avoid, just standing there to be hit.
"What’s wrong with him? Why isn’t he fighting back?"
Xia Ningning shook her head, equally showing an expression of incomprehension.
At the sa ti, Wang Yating in the stands was also full of doubt.
The only ones who knew the inside story were Jiang Long and his son.
Seeing Ye Ming taking hits, they showed a sly and crafty smile on their faces—with enough tricks, no matter how skilled in martial arts, Ye Ming wouldn’t be able to stand.
Moreover, the poison Jiang Dachuan used was very tricky; if Ye Ming dared to strike a blow, his blood would circulate faster, and he would die instantly. By staying still, he still had a glimr of hope for survival.
"Delightful, truly delightful!"
Jiang Dachuan shouted loudly, cursing, "Master Yang, hit him hard for ! Pound him to death!"
Jiang Long, smiling as well, said, "No, Master Yang must leave Ye Ming a glimr of hope for life. To truly deal with Ye Ming, you need to go up there yourself."
"With the current situation, only by defeating Ye Ming with your own hands can you make a na for yourself. I have already arranged it below; Yang Shuo will stop as soon as he reaches a certain point, voluntarily admit defeat, and give up the arena to you."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Dachuan revealed a sly smile, "Dad, you’ve thought of everything! That’s exactly what we should do!"
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