314: C314 Jie Lost!

C314 Jie Lost!

"Jie! Quickly surrender!"

Wan Zhibin's heart was burning with anxiety.

However, Zha Xi did not give Jie the chance to speak.

Zha Xi, whose body weight was pressing on Jie's arms, borrowed the force and jumped into the air again. His body twisted and turned in the air, and with the help of the falling force, he sent another heavy kick down!

Jie, who was already at the end of his flight, received this domineering move again, and an ear piercing sound of cracking came from his knee!

Jie let out a miserable cry. His eyes, nostrils, and the corners of his mouth were all overflowing with blood. He was so miserable that he almost lost his human form.

Blood dripped down. The ground that was cracked open like a spider web was instantly dyed red by fresh blood, forming a pool of blood.

Meng Ran pulled Su Fangfei into his arms, not letting her see this bloody scene.

At this moment, although Meng Ran's delicate and pretty face was expressionless, there was anger in his heart. Just now, Jie clearly wanted to admit defeat, but this Zha Xi simply did not give Jie a chance.

This kind of ruthless method had touched the taboo of the martial cultivator.

Facing this Jie who had already lost his combat strength, Zha Xi didn't plan to let him go.

As soon as Zha Xi's feet touched the ground, his entire body shot out once again. His fist was as fast as lightning, and it carried an explosive speed.

His entire body seemed to have transformed into a flash of lightning. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed the distance of ten steps!

Like a peerless fist that carried a flowing light, it landed on Jie's chest without any hindrance.

Jie's chest immediately caved in, and the clothes on his back were torn apart. A piece of muscle the size of a fist could be seen protruding from Jie's back!

"This is... the Ancient Tai Fist Technique!?" The veiled woman cried out in shock.

Jie, who had been sent flying backwards, was about to fall into the river when he saw Zha Xi's body move and block Jie in the air. He struck Jie's lower abdomen with his palm!

With a bang, Jie's back heavily hit the ground of the arena. It was unknown how many of his spine and ribs were broken.

This scene made all the big shots in the city and the surrounding people feel a chill down their spine.

Jie, who only had half a breath left, had blood flowing out from the corner of his mouth. His pupils were constantly enlarging, and the fire of his life was about to be extinguished!

"Jie!"

Wan Zhibin's eyes were filled with hatred. He clenched his fists tightly and stood up from the Grand Preceptor's chair in an instant.

Even so, Zha Xi still did not plan to let Jie go. His seemingly weak and weak fists aimed at Jie's head and smashed down heavily.

"Brother Meng, quickly save Jie! He will die!" Wan Zhibin roared.

Meng Ran, who had been silent all this time, flicked his finger. A drop of green tea that was tens of meters long shot out from his fingertip and hit Zha Xi's fist.

Zha Xi retreated quickly and looked at his trembling right fist in disbelief.

He saw a glaring red spot on the back of his palm. It was because of Meng Ran's drop of tea!

Zha Xi suddenly raised his head and looked around vigilantly like a wolf. He seemed to be looking for the person who had attacked him.

Everyone below the stage was confused. They could not understand why Zha Xi would suddenly stop.

Wan Zhibin took the opportunity to order his bodyguards to carry Jie down.

At this moment, han Mingshan, who had a cigar in his mouth, walked over with a face full of pride.1

"Young man Wan, how is it? Oh, your useless bodyguard isn't dead yet? What a lucky man. "

Wan Zhibin's heart was now tied to Jie. He didn't even look at the big boss of Binhai City and treated him like air.

He even took out the Small Fortune Pill that Meng Ran gave him and asked with a hopeful expression. "Brother Meng, can you save Jie with this Pills?"

Meng Ran checked Jie's injuries and frowned. "This man's fist technique is a bit special. Although I can't guarantee Jie's recovery, it will not be a problem to save Jie's life."

Wan Zhibin was overjoyed when he heard this. He hurriedly stuffed the Pills into Jie's mouth.

Han Mingshan, who was at the side, saw this and laughed coldly. "You want to save his life with just a broken medicinal pill? Young man Wan, I even suspect how you became the richest man in Jiangzhou. Could it be that all the people in Jiangzhou are idiots?"

Just as Wan Zhibin was about to flare up, han Mingshan waved his hand and pretended to be generous.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you. Please sign this cheque first."

As soon as he finished speaking, a maid handed over a tray. The denomination of the cheque on the tray was surprisingly:

280 million!

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