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This was the symbol of a martial arts master!

The fourth uncle's heart was filled with shock.

In the previous battle on the arena, regardless of whether it was Dai Sanfeng's Twisting Silk or Ye Qing's slapping across the air, both of them should have borrowed some kind of secret technique to be able to draw out the inner strength from within their bodies.

However, Ye Qing's final punch had begun in silence and ended in nothingness. This was the true skill of a grandmaster!

Martial grandmasters could take a person's life at a distance of a hundred steps, just like they would with their own hands. That was exactly what he meant.

After falling to the ground, Dai Sanfeng, who was on the verge of death, laid on the ground and looked at the countless stars in the night sky. He squeezed out a last bit of internal energy with great difficulty and turned his voice into a voice that asked Ye Qing from afar:

"What kind of martial arts is this?"

"Revolving Immortal Sect, Fierce Wind Piercing Cloud, Beginning Three Techniques."

On the arena, Ye Qing slowly retracted his fist and calmly said, "I originally prepared the first six moves for your master, but unfortunately, you can't even receive the third move."

"Revolving Immortal Sect, Fierce Wind Ruin Cloud Break? This is truly the martial art of an Immortal. " Dai Sanfeng's voice became softer and softer.

"I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning to the end. I never thought that you would be such a young martial arts grandmaster." "However, I have no regrets in being able to see such a martial art before my death …"

As he spoke, his voice gradually became softer, and his eyelids finally closed. His entire person had lost all life.

On the surface, it did not seem as if it did any harm to Dai Sanfeng. However, the inside of the tornado had shattered all of his internal organs and shattered all of his heart veins and bones.

When he fell to the ground, he could only ask a few questions. He was barely able to endure it by relying solely on his great circle of inner strength.

At this point in time, Dai Sanfeng, the great overseas owl, the injured disciple of Jiang Long and head protector of the Secret Sect, had died!

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Qing stood on the arena with his hands behind his back and asked indifferently:

"Now, who else wants to fight me?"

With this question, the entire audience fell silent.

Regardless of whether it was the heads of the martial arts world or the rich and powerful merchants sitting below the ring, no one dared to speak.

From the time that Ye Qing appeared to him being killed in three moves on Dai San Feng, only a few minutes had passed.

However, in the past few minutes, it had turned the minds of countless people upside down! Regardless of whether it was Dai Sanfeng's peerless divine might, his flight through the air, or Ye Qing's three Immortal like martial arts, they were all deeply shocking to them.

Was all of this still power that humans could possess?

Even if a mortal had thousands of troops and horses, could they be harmed in the slightest?

This was especially so for Ye Qing's last two simple moves. One of his palm was injured on the outside as if he was hacked into pieces; the other was injured on the inside, causing his internal organs to shatter. From beginning to end, it was as easy as swatting a mosquito.

This kind of ease had completely shocked the souls in their hearts!

On the high platform, Yao Tian Hao clenched his fists. His face was filled with ecstasy, he wanted to shout out loud.

Fan Yannan, who had been quietly observing from the very beginning, had a complex expression on her face, as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. She had lived with Ye Qing for a few months, but she actually didn't know of his godly might at all.

That young girl from the Xiao family felt her heart tremble. She felt that she had misjudged him time and time again tonight. She bitterly smiled. She and her fourth uncle were just frogs in the well.

The most serious one was still Zhu Zheng. With the death of Dai Sanfeng, he collapsed on the dragon's head chair, despair filling his heart. Even the superb Dai Sanfeng had died. In the entire Jiangnan, who could actually deal with Master Ye?