I run a casino in the immortal realm.

Game start.

The array's light barrier suddenly closed.

Zhao Kuang made a move.

There were no opening moves, no fancy spells or visual effects, only pure and extreme physical bursts of energy.

He slammed his legs into the ground, and the hard bluestone arena exploded, creating a crater half a foot deep, sending debris flying. He transformed into a blur of blood and gore, hurtling straight at Zheng Yifei.

He threw out his right fist.

Before the punch even landed, the violent airflow had already forced the air along its path aside, producing a piercing sonic boom.

Even when they were still three meters away from Zheng Yifei, the terrifying force of his punch already stung their cheeks.

The defensive light barrier at the edge of the arena was struck by the force of the punch, creating violent ripples.

Zheng Yifei stood still, the fist the size of a clay pot rapidly enlarging in his pupils.

"Die!"

Zhao Kuang let out a sinister laugh, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty madness.

The tens of thousands of outer disciples below the stage who had bet on Zhao Kuangying roared wildly.

"Kill him! Smash him with one punch!"

"Let him know how powerful body cultivators are!"

The sound was deafening.

The fist landed.

There was no bloody or gory scene as expected.

At the absolute zero-one second that Zheng Yifei's fist touched the tip of his nose, his feet crossed and his body slid half a foot to the left in an eerie manner.

boom!

Zhao Kuang's fist slammed into empty air, and the violent force blasted onto the arena floor.

The hard bluestone slab shattered inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread more than ten meters away. The broken stones hit the array's light barrier, making a dense popping sound.

Zheng Yifei stepped onto the "Dragon's Step," and the immense spiritual power brought by his five spiritual roots surged into his legs.

His body twisted into an angle that an ordinary person could not possibly achieve, and following the wind of Zhao Kuang's punch, he smoothly pressed himself against the side of his opponent.

"hide?"

Zhao Kuang reacted extremely quickly, delivering a brutal backhand sweep.

That thick, iron-pillar-like arm, carrying immense force, slammed down on Zheng Yifei at the waist.

If this attack landed, a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining would definitely be cut in two on the spot.

Zheng Yifei suddenly lowered his waist, sliding almost flat on the ground, narrowly avoiding the attack.

A gust of wind swept over his head, snapping off a few strands of his black hair.

The situation was fraught with danger.

Down in the audience, Su Tong's heart was in his throat. He gripped Jin Biao's arm tightly, his nails digging into his flesh.

"He dodged it! The director dodged it!"

Su Tong's voice trembled.

Jin Biao swallowed hard, his forehead covered in cold sweat: "How many times can he dodge? Zhao Kuang's strength is too strange; even a slight glancing blow would seriously injure the director!"

Not far away, Xu Muyao, who was standing on the rosewood table, had turned deathly pale. Her originally excited face was now completely ashen.

She watched Zheng Yifei being forced to jump around on the stage, completely powerless to fight back, and her mind went blank.

That's a betting pool of millions of low-grade spirit stones!

If Zheng Yifei loses, he couldn't afford to pay for it even if he sold her.

"It's all over, it ...."

Xu Muyao bit her lip, frantically calculating in her mind: "This is a huge disaster. How much money is left in Father's treasury? Brother just formed his core, he must be short of money, he hasn't even acquired all his magic treasures yet. If he defaults on his debts, these tens of thousands of people could turn the main peak upside down."

"Zheng Yifei, you bastard! Didn't you say you were confident?!"

On the other side, Su Wanqing, dressed in white, stood at the very front of the crowd.

Her beautiful face was expressionless, but her right hand was already on the hilt of the longsword at her waist.

Every strike from Zhao Kuang carried an undisguised intent to kill.

Although Zheng Yifei's footwork was strange, the difference in cultivation level was obvious. A body cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining has great stamina. How long can Zheng Yifei last?

"As long as he can't hold on, I will draw my sword and break the formation."

Su Wanqing made a decision in her heart. Rules are rules, but people are flexible; she couldn't just stand by and watch Zheng Yifei die on the ring.

On the high platform.

Fourth Elder Hu Lie looked at the situation on the arena, stroked his beard and sneered: "A clown jumping around, all he knows is to run away with his tail between his legs. Let's see how long his spiritual power can support this movement technique."

The Seventh Elder, Li Zhan, tightened his grip on his teacup slightly, remaining silent as he stared intently at Zheng Yifei's footsteps.

Sect Master Xu Tianyang remained expressionless, though a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Zheng Yifei's footwork is indeed exquisite, but you can't win by just dodging.

On the arena, the battle had reached a fever pitch.

To be precise, it was a one-sided, frantic pursuit.

Zhao Kuang's eyes were bloodshot, his muscles bulged, and he threw punch after punch and kick after kick.

He had wrecked the entire arena, leaving it riddled with holes and rubble everywhere.

Zheng Yifei was like a lone boat in a stormy sea.

He pushed the "Dragon Steps" to its limit, using no offensive spells and devoting all his spiritual power to maintaining his movement.

His past life's experience in underground boxing matches played a crucial role at this moment.

He completely ignored Zhao Kuang's fist, instead staring intently at Zhao Kuang's shoulders, abdomen, and hips. The muscle contractions and the movement of his bones were clearly visible to Zheng Yifei.

Prediction.

Every time Zhao Kuang made a move, Zheng Yifei would make an evasive maneuver the instant before he attacked.

"Bang!"

Zhao Kuang stomped on the ground, using the force to leap into the air, clenched his fists, and smashed them down on Zheng Yifei like Mount Tai.

Zheng Yifei advanced instead of retreating.

He suddenly performed a tactical roll forward, slipping directly into Zhao Kuang's defensive blind spot.

The moment he stood up, he pointed his fingers like knives, gathered spiritual power at his fingertips, and stabbed fiercely at the Weizhong acupoint behind Zhao Kuang's knee.

"clang!"

A dull thud resounded as metal clashed.

A faint yellowish-brown glow emanated from Zhao Kuang's skin, the physical aura produced by cultivating the "Raging Bull Strength" to its peak.

Zheng Yifei's attack only left a white mark on Zhao Kuang's skin, without even breaking the skin.

"It's no use! You can't break through my defenses!"

Zhao Kuang landed, turned around, and slapped Zheng Yifei on the head with a backhand.

Zheng Yifei lowered his head and crouched down, then swept his leg out, accurately kicking Zhao Kuang's ankle.

Not moving.

Zhao Kuang's lower body was as stable as Mount Tai.

The audience erupted in deafening laughter.

"Is Zheng Yifei tickling Zhao Kuang?"

"That's hilarious! They can't even break through Zhao Kuang's defense, what's the point of fighting? They might as well just admit defeat!"

"Zhao Kuang! Stop playing around! Kill him!"

The wave of cheers grew louder and louder.

Zheng Yifei turned a deaf ear.

He maintained an extremely calm breathing rhythm, and within his dantian, the immense spiritual power brought by the five spiritual roots continuously supplied his legs.

If the first attack fails, they immediately flee.

He circled around Zhao Kuang, his body as slippery as an eel. His fingertips, elbows, and knees struck Zhao Kuang's joints and acupoints repeatedly.

Underarm, side of neck, inside of joint.

Each strike produced a dull thud.

Although he couldn't break through the defenses, Zheng Yifei's attack frequency was extremely high, targeting the most vulnerable parts of the human body.

Zhao Kuang seemed to be thoroughly enraged by this mosquito-like harassment.

"All you can do is run!"

Zhao Kuang roared, his blood surging, and the veins on his skin bulging.

He suddenly stopped, abandoned his defense, and lunged forward like a mad bull, spreading his arms wide.

The central door was wide open.

A huge opening was exposed in his chest.

Zheng Yifei's eyes lit up.

opportunity.

He suddenly exerted force with his feet, pushing the "Dragon Step" to its limit. His entire body transformed into a wisp of green smoke, instantly closing in and cutting directly into Zhao Kuang's arms.

His right fist clenched tightly, and his spiritual energy was compressed wildly.

Fireball!

Instead of throwing the fireball, Zheng Yifei compressed it onto the surface of his fist, and with intense heat, slammed it into Zhao Kuang's unsuspecting chest acupoint.

"We succeeded!"

Su Tong shouted excitedly from below the stage.

however.

Just as Zheng Yifei's fist was about to touch Zhao Kuang's chest...

A cunning and cruel glint suddenly flashed in Zhao Kuang's originally furious, bloodshot eyes.

He neither dodged nor defended himself.

His outstretched arms suddenly closed inward with incredible speed.

"Gotcha, you little mouse."

Zhao Kuang's deep voice rang in Zheng Yifei's ear.

boom!

Zheng Yifei's fiery punch landed squarely on Zhao Kuang's chest.

Zhao Kuang groaned as his protective aura was shattered, a patch of his chest was burned, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth.

The blow did injure him, but it wasn't fatal.

The price is...

Zhao Kuang's two thick, iron-like arms held Zheng Yifei's body tightly.

The iron arms closed, like a giant iron clamp, completely locking Zheng Yifei in their embrace.

The entire room fell silent.

The audience, who were shouting wildly just a second ago, were now all gaping, their breaths catching in their throats.

No one expected that Zhao Kuang, who seemed rough and irritable and only knew how to use brute force, would actually use such a self-destructive tactic.

He deliberately created an opening, braced himself against an attack, and lured Zheng Yifei close in.

He wasn't provoked at all.

He knew Zheng Yifei was slippery and couldn't be hit by conventional means, so he used his physical strength to create an absolute opportunity to lock him down.

This beast possesses an extremely terrifying fighting instinct.