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Qiu Xiaotian, Liu Yuanzong, and Zhao Mingyuan exchanged glances, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and took their seats.

Qiu Xiaotian was confident, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

Even if Chen Qingzhen had some trump card, he wasn't worried at all.

Before setting off, he gave Wang Lie a pill.

Once ingested, it will immediately grant him true internal strength.

However, after taking it, death is certain within a day.

But so what?

He just wants the Yihe Gang to win!

He didn't care at all whether Wang Lie lived or died.

Xie Wuji looked at Chen Qing and said in a deep voice, "Go, be careful."

Chen Qing nodded and turned to walk towards the arena.

Qiu Xiaotian also said to Wang Lie beside him, "It's time to avenge your brother!"

Wang Lie let out a low growl that sounded inhuman, and walked step by step toward the arena.

At the same time, the news that Wang Lie had taken the Blood Fiend Pill and whose strength was close to that of an Inner Force spread like wildfire throughout the entire Micang Ferry.

"Have you heard? Wang Lie of the Yihe Gang has taken banned drugs and his strength is comparable to that of an internal energy martial artist!"

"Internal strength? Isn't that a whole realm higher than external strength? How long has Master Chen been at his breakthrough? How can he possibly fight against that?"

"It's over, it's over! The docks are probably going to fall back into the hands of the Yihe Gang."

The crowd on the periphery was abuzz with discussion, and the faces of the laborers were filled with despair.

The laborers of the Shangquan Gang squeezed to the front of the crowd, their faces ashen.

"How...how are we supposed to fight this? Ah Qing only broke through to the next level a short time ago!"

Da Niu's eyes were red with anxiety, and his voice was trembling.

Zhou Tao clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white, his lips trembled a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He already felt that Chen Qing didn't have much of a chance of winning, and now his opponent had become a monster comparable to someone with internal energy.

What's the point of fighting? Isn't this just sending them to their deaths?

Everyone else was as if they had lost their parents, their hearts filled with immense sorrow.

Chen Qing finally made it big, why did he have to court death?

Among the celebrities from all walks of life sitting in the front row.

A young woman in a light blue dress frowned slightly, her gaze falling on Chen Qing on the arena.

"How could Junior Brother Chen be so unwise?"

She murmured to herself, her tone full of doubt and regret.

Her name is Cheng Jingqiu, and she is the fifth-ranked true disciple of the Wuji Boxing Society.

She came to the pier today because her father had been invited but didn't want to come. After learning about this, she became very interested and came in his place.

Unexpectedly, one of the fighters was Chen Qing, a junior brother from the boxing club.

She knew that Chen Qing had recently won first place in the external strength category of the martial arts competition, and his strength was quite remarkable.

The external strength in the martial arts society is not on the same level as the external strength used in the martial arts world.

Moreover, after consuming the Blood Fiend Pill, the opponent had become a monster comparable to someone with internal energy.

How could Chen Qing possibly be his match?

"Too blindly arrogant."

Cheng Jingqiu sighed, a hint of worry in her eyes.

On the other side, Bai Yuan stood below the stage, her gaze fixed on Chen Qing on the ring, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked, her knuckles turning white.

She bit her lip, having already made up her mind.

She couldn't just stand by and watch Chen Qing die.

If Chen Qing is in danger, she will rush onto the stage immediately and save him from that monster.

Even if it breaks the rules, I'm willing to do it.

On the arena, two figures approached slowly, one on the left and one on the right.

Chen Qing stood still, his gaze calmly fixed on the figure opposite him, whose head was hidden and whose body exuded a cold aura.

Wang Lie stood in the shadows, like a skeleton draped in a gray robe.

The only proof that he was alive was the pair of hands that emerged from his sleeve.

He was emaciated, with prominent veins, and ten jet-black fingernails that looked like poisoned daggers, sending chills down one's spine at first glance.

A gust of wind blew from the river, lifting a corner of Wang Lie's hood to reveal a grayish-blue face.

The face was expressionless, with sunken eyes and an unnatural dark red hue in the pupils, like two will-o'-the-wisps.

He raised his head, his lifeless eyes locking onto Chen Qing.

Chen Qing did not dodge, but simply met his gaze quietly.

The air seemed to freeze.

Suddenly, the two figures flashed and rushed towards each other at the same time.

Wang Lie pounced first, his right claw suddenly extending, five black sharp claws aimed straight at Chen Qing's face, as if tearing through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

This claw was as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless. If it had landed firmly, it would have torn off a large chunk of flesh along with the skin.

Chen Qing swayed and dodged to the side, his speed so fast that he left a trail of afterimages.

Wang Lie's first claw missed, but his left claw followed closely, sweeping across Chen Qing's throat.

Chen Qing moved nimbly, twisting his body and leaving another afterimage as he easily dodged the attack.

After missing his attacks twice, Wang Lie let out a beastly growl and his claws lashed out alternately like a storm, each claw capable of shattering rocks and breaking bones.

But his attack was always a beat too slow; Chen Qing's figure was like a ghost, leaving behind afterimages.

Wang Lie roared in anger, waving his claws wildly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Chen Qing's clothes.

Just as Wang Lie missed with his claw and leaned forward, a glint flashed in Chen Qing's eyes. He suddenly closed in, clenched his right fist, and instantly gathered all his strength into a ball, slamming it into Wang Lie's chest!

"Open the mountain!"

He gave a low shout.

boom!

A dull thud resounded, and Wang Lie groaned as his body flew backward, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

Chen Qing pushed off with his feet, his figure flashed, and he closed in on Wang Lie again. He bent his arm, pulled his palm behind his ear, and smashed his elbow straight at Wang Lie's face in mid-air.

"Smash the monument!"

Click!

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

A cloud of blood mist burst from Wang Lie's face, his nose collapsed, and his entire face instantly became a bloody mess.

His body continued to fly backward rapidly through the air.

Chen Qing pushed off the ground again, raised his right knee, and glided at high speed, catching up with Wang Lie in an instant, his knee hitting Wang Lie directly in the abdomen.

"Smash the cauldron!"

Wang Lie's body was bent like a shrimp, blood gushing from his mouth, yet his body continued to fly backward.

Chen Qing maintained the same speed as Wang Lie throughout his retreat, constantly striking him and leaving Wang Lie with no chance to fight back.

The audience was already in an uproar.

No one expected that the situation would turn out to be so one-sided.

"Master Chen is amazing!"

"That monster Wang Lie, he didn't even have the strength to fight back?"

"Master Chen is about to win! Yonekura Ferry has held on!"

The laborers of Mikura Ferry cheered and roared, venting their joy.

The laborers of the Shangquan Gang were so excited that their faces turned red.

"Brother Qing, you're amazing!"

Da Niu shouted with immense excitement.

"Good lad!"

Zhou Tao's eyes reddened, and his voice trembled.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

The front row.

Xie Wuji looked at the tall figure on the stage, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

With just three drops of demon spirit blood and Bai Yuan's guidance, Chen Qing could not possibly have grown to this level in a month.

This kid was hiding his true intentions even more deeply than he had imagined.

"This is impossible! Wang Lie took the Blood Fiend Pill, how come he can't even defeat an external force?"

Qiu Xiaotian frowned, his eyes filled with confusion.

Liu Yuanzong stopped wielding the iron gall bladder in his hand, a look of astonishment appearing on his deeply wrinkled face.

Zhao Mingyuan's face was gloomy, and the tea in his hand spilled out without him realizing it.

No one expected that Wang Lie, whose strength was approaching that of an inner force after consuming the Blood Fiend Pill, would be so easily crushed by Chen Qing.

What kind of monster is that boy on the stage?