181: C181 Easily Defeat the Enemy

C181 Easily Defeat the Enemy

In this period of time, Yao Guang stood at the side watching the battle. He neither spoke nor ascended the stage. In the face of the crowd's shouts and the middle-aged man's boasts, he didn't even take it to heart.

At this point, Song Fei looked around the stage and asked in a clear voice, "I wonder if the last man has been here yet?"

Song Fei's words silenced the entire sixth arena. Everyone looked at each other. No one knew who the last person was.

"Fuck, where did the last person go?"

"Hmph, maybe he was scared off by Young Master Song's power."

All the surrounding martial artists burst into laughter when they heard this.

Seeing that there was no response, Song Fei thought that the last person had been scared away. He was very satisfied with this result, because he was already exhausted. Then, he turned to the red-clothed old man and respectfully said, "Senior, since the last person is not here, can we announce the final results?"

The red-clothed old man's gaze swept across the stage as he shouted, "If no one steps on stage, then I shall proclaim Young Master Song as the most..."

"Hold on!"

A voice instantly interrupted the red-clothed old man's words.

All of the martial practitioners present looked towards the source of the sound. Very soon, everyone and Song Fei's eyes locked onto Yao Guang at the same time.

"Fuck, why did this kid only say that? What has he been doing for so long?"

"I don't dare to go onstage for him?"

"Tch!" "This kid only has the cultivation of a 5-star Martial Ancestor. Even if we were to compete, he still wouldn't be a match for Young Master Song!"

Hearing the crowd's support for him, Song Fei's displeased mood instantly turned better. When he realized that Yao Guang's cultivation base was only that of a 5-star Martial Ancestor, he smiled and said, "My dear friend, don't be afraid. I, Song Fei, guarantee that you won't be injured!"

Yao Guang looked at the waves of disdain in his eyes, and directly ignored him, saying with a smile: "Your strength is average, but your luck is quite good, but if you meet me, I'm afraid you will give up your spot to advance!"

"This kid is just a mere 5-star Martial Ancestor. What is he pretending to be big tail at?!"

"Fuck, kid, if you're capable, then beat Young Master Song!"

As the middle-aged man heard Yao Guang's words, he felt a burst of unhappiness in his heart. But, he didn't say anything. He believed that his son would definitely win.

Song Fei was furious at Yao Guang for looking down on him, but his face remained as calm as it was in spring. He smiled and said, "Then may I invite brother to compete on the stage?"

Yao Guang didn't respond. Towards this sort of character, he had nothing to say. With a flash, he instantly arrived 30 feet away from Song Fei.

With Song Fei's eyesight, he could not see through Yao Guang's movement technique. Although there was a smile on his face, he had a bad premonition. However, he did not believe that Yao Guang, a five star Martial Ancestor, would be able to defeat him. He then said confidently, "I will let you make the first move. Otherwise, with your cultivation level, I'm afraid you won't have the chance.

Yao Guang faintly smiled and nodded, "Then, I won't be polite!" The green light instantly vanished and reappeared in front of Song Fei, casually throwing out a punch. Although the green light didn't use its full strength, its speed was still terrifyingly fast.

Song Fei could only see a blur as a fist struck him. His face turned pale with fright as he quickly retreated. He folded his arms in defense.

"Bang!" An extremely muffled sound resounded throughout the entire martial arena.

A powerful force attacked him, causing Song Fei's face to turn pale white. His body shot out like a cannonball and crashed into the ground. He barely managed to stand up as he spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at Yao Guang in fear.

The audience thought that Song Fei would win as easily as he did, but they never expected that Yao Guang would actually be able to send Song Fei flying with a single punch. They sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Hiss!"

"This... Who is this kid? It's actually this powerful? "

"Oh god, Young Master Song's strength is comparable to an 8-star Martial Ancestor. How could he not be able to withstand a single blow?"

"How is that impossible? Who knows if this kid might have extraordinary strength?"2

At this time, the middle-aged man saw that his son had been severely injured and vomited blood, and immediately shouted: "This is not fair, my son has fought eight consecutive battles and is already exhausted, I want a double score!"

Yao Guang turned to the middle-aged man and disdainfully said, "Even if your son is at his peak condition, he is still not my match!"

"Brat, who do you think you are to dare act so arrogantly in a 6-star Martial Ancestor Realm expert!" The middle-aged man said resentfully.

"Isn't this kid a 5-star Martial Ancestor?" A martial artist at the bottom said in a daze.

"Humph, this kid is hiding his cultivation!"

"Even if he is a 6-star Martial Ancestor, he is already formidable!" An old man sighed.

At this time, Song Fei got up and glared viciously at Yao Guang, "Brat, I was too careless just now. This time, I will make you pay!" After finishing his words, green light burst forth from his body, and the sword in his hand buzzed.

"Look, Master Song is going to be serious."

"That's right, this kid is going to have a bad luck!"

Yao Guang calmly looked at Song Fei, secretly raising the《 Six Corporeal Fists》 to the fourth move. A transparent membrane covered Yao Guang's right fist, as a heart palpitating force circulated within it, but the power was restrained to the extreme. If one did not observe carefully, it would not be easily detected.

After Song Fei had finished gathering his energy, he rushed forward abruptly. The long sword in his hand released a cyan light, and then he slashed out fiercely, directly slashing towards the light.

If they had been directly struck in the face, even if they did not die, they would at least be severely injured. But when they were waiting for the result, they discovered that the light was actually standing in its original spot without dodging at all.

"Damn, could it be that this kid was scared silly?"

"Who knows what he wants to do? I think he probably gave up on resisting! "

"Humph, if I were to say that he shouldn't have gone up on stage before, I would have just admitted defeat!"

Seeing Yao Guang stand there without moving, the corner of Song Fei's mouth revealed a hint of cruelty. In the face of Yao Guang's earlier humiliation, he wanted to kill him. Very quickly, the sword aura hacked out and instantly split the green light in half.

Everyone present was shocked, thinking that Yao Guang had been cut to death by this sword strike. At this point, the smile on Song Fei's face instantly disappeared, replaced by disbelief.

The silhouette of Yao Guang slowly faded away, causing the crowd to gasp. How fast was this speed that could escape the eyes of everyone present?

"Where's this kid?" I didn't expect it to be an afterimage! "

"That's right!" His speed was too fast! This kid is definitely an expert! "

Hearing this, everyone silently nodded their heads, it was clear that Yao Guang had already obtained everyone's approval.

While Song Fei was still looking around, he saw a green light appear behind him in a flash, violently punching out the fourth punch of the 'Six Corporeal Forms'. Song Fei was quite alert, after feeling the murderous aura behind him, he suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

The two fists collided in the air, but how could he be Yao Guang's opponent?

"Crack!" A crisp sound touched the hearts of all the martial artists present.

Song Fei's right arm exploded and turned into a mist of blood. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew five meters before heavily crashing into the ground. His injuries were too severe, so he could only glare at Yao Guang with hatred before fainting.

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