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What happened just now was too fast.

Before the majority of the people could clearly see what had happened, the battle had already ended.

That was the instant when Iron Fist's two fists collided with Chen Yu's two fists. The power that came from Chen Yu's fist far exceeded the power that Iron Fist could endure.

"The people from the Battle King Manor are nothing more than this. Such trash, and he's actually an elite of the Battle King Manor. This is too disappointing." After saying that, Chen Yu's eyes lit up as he looked at the Battle King and said, "Is there no one else in Battle King Manor?!"

At this moment, the Battle King's expression was extremely ugly.

Before Iron Fist had gone up on stage, he had mocked that no one was in Martial Imperial Manor, but in the blink of an eye, Chen Yu had slapped him across the face, crippling his love for his.

Victory and defeat were minor, but face was greater.

In front of so many people, Chen Yu's actions had undoubtedly damaged his prestige and made him unable to step down from the stage.

Being slapped in the face by a brat in front of everyone, how could Battle King Xiahou Xingchen be angered like this!

Therefore, the Battle King had already made up his mind. Chen Yu must die!

Below the stage, the crowd was silent.

"I'll go kill him." Xiahou Wudi's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he prepared to go on stage.

"Wait." He reached out his hand to stop Xiahou Wudi.

"For now, I don't need you to go." Xiahou Xingchen shook his head.

The defeat of Ironfist had completely humiliated the Battle King.

If he sent Xiahou Wudi to take action again, wouldn't that mean that he was telling everyone to kill Chen Yu, and only Xiahou Wudi could do it?!

One had to know that before Ironfist made his move, he had just said that no one in Martial Imperial Manor would speak ill of him.

Let him hit his own company, the Battle-King could not afford to lose such a person!

As a result, Xiahou Xingchen turned around and set his gaze on a young man.

This youth's name was Wang Yu, and he had a devilishly charming face. His age wasn't very high, around the age of fifteen or sixteen.

However, Wang Yu's strength was already at the first level of transhabitat, comparable to the eight great heaven's pride level. He was a genius that the Battle King had to put in a lot of effort to discover.

"Wang Yu, go kill him!" Xiahou Xingchen said indifferently.

"Alright." Wang Yu nodded his head, took a step forward, and instantly appeared in front of Chen Yu.

"Battle King Manor, are you preparing to take turns!?" Yuwen Xi said indifferently, his tone carrying a bit of ridicule.

"Why, could it be that when the young genius of Martial Imperial Manor meets someone stronger than him, she will not dare to fight him?" Xiahou Xingchen's gaze was cold and indifferent, as he gave a light reply.

Just as Yuwen Xi was about to speak, the silent Chen Yu spoke out.

"Your Royal Highness, since the Battle King is so interested, let his people go up on stage!"

"Hmm?!" When the crowd heard Chen Yu's words, their expressions became serious.

It had to be known that Wang Yu was an expert of the transhabitat.

Although Chen Yu had defeated an iron fist at the peak of the Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao, it did not mean that he had defeated an expert of the transhabitat.

Even though there was only a slight difference of realm between the two.

However, this small realm was like a natural moat, blocking countless warriors.

Only the dragon and phoenix among men, the one and only genius would be able to advance to the transhabitat.

Furthermore, Xiahou Xingchen had already defeated Iron Fist, and even dared to send Wang Yu out, so even if it was with Wang Yu's strength, Xiahou Xingchen still dared to let him go against him.

Yuwen Xi gave Chen Yu a deep glance. What he saw in Chen Yu's eyes were confidence, stubbornness, and the unyielding nature of a martial artist.

The aura from Chen Yu moved the Martial King.

Therefore, the Martial King nodded slightly and said softly, "Since that's the case, let's fight!"

The Martial King had just finished speaking when Wang Yu rushed out.

"Die!"

With that said, Wang Yu turned into a stream of light, bringing with him a berserk energy, he directly shot towards Chen Yu.

"So fast!"

The eyes of the crowd focused, the speed that Wang Yu displayed, was terrifying.

"Open!"

Facing Wang Yu's attack, Chen Yu did not dare to be careless. Using all of his strength, with both of his palms using his energy, he immediately used his strongest martial skill 'Large Wind and Cloud Palm', and smashed towards Wang Yu.

"Boom!"

The two violent energies collided in the air. A massive energy storm caused the space above the stage to slightly tremble.

Although Chen Yu's palm technique was strong, Wang Yu had the absolute advantage in terms of strength.

After a few blinks of an eye, the power of Chen Yu's palm had already shown signs of dissipating somewhat.

His palm's aura could be seen with the naked eye being continuously suppressed and broken by Wang Yu.

"What a powerful strength!"

The hearts of the spectators trembled.

Wang Yu's strength was too terrifying.

In the previous battle, Chen Yu had used this battle to prove his strength.

His strength far exceeded that of ordinary Ninth Stage of the Martial Dao experts.

However, this kind of power, in the face of Wang Yu, seemed so powerless.

It was just a casual strike, but Wang Yu had already forced Chen Yu into a corner!

"Lose!"

As the sound of his voice faded, Wang Yu's power rose once again.

A gigantic fist shadow enveloped the entire space.

The terrifying power instantly scattered Chen Yu's Wind Cloud Innate Qi.

His footsteps paused.

"Flowing Cloud Steps!"

Chen Yu's body flickered, he retreated quickly.

"Boom!"

The gigantic image of the fist directly smashed onto the ground where Chen Yu was standing just a moment ago.

On the battle stage, the ground continued to crack as countless cracks appeared like spider webs.

"Want to run?" It's too late! "

With that said, Wang Yu did not stop his movements, his right fist swept out with an immense force, striking towards the retreating Chen Yu.

Wherever the wind from the punch reached, it instantly set off a terrifying energy storm.

The fist was like the wind.

Figures were as numerous as the clouds.

Wang Yu's fist was fast and deadly.

Chen Yu quickly retreated.

The berserk fist wind had already caught up to Chen Yu's figure.

The terrifying air force caused Chen Yu's face to ache.

Countless cracks had already appeared on his clothes.

Just like the blade and fist wind, it was tearing apart Chen Yu's body.

If not for the fact that Chen Yu had cultivated the "Nine Revolutions Demonic Art", the strength of his body would have reached a terrifying level. At this moment, he was cut into mincemeat by Wang Yu's fist wind.