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"Click—"

The sickening sound of bones grinding together was clearly transmitted throughout the entire square through the array of light screens.

Zheng Yifei was held tightly in Zhao Kuang's thick, iron arms.

The terrifying power of a Qi Refining Perfection Body Cultivator was gradually squeezing his chest cavity.

The air in the lungs is forcibly expelled, and blood rushes straight to the brain.

On the high platform, the Fifth Elder, Su Chenyuan, who had been sitting upright, suddenly stood up.

A terrifying glint shot from his cloudy old eyes, and a trace of the pressure from the late Golden Core stage spilled out uncontrollably, making the surrounding deacons breathless.

The logistics company's operations have only just begun. If Zheng Yifei were to fail here, the Su family's entire cash pool plan would be ruined!

The sect leader, Xu Tianyang, who sat in the center, maintained a calm expression, but his right hand, which was resting on the armrest of the purple-gold dragon throne, had silently crushed the dragon head carved from ten-thousand-year-old warm jade.

He valued Zheng Yifei's intelligence and was determined not to let this genius die at the hands of a brute.

Fourth Elder Hu Lie picked up his teacup, lowered his head to drink, and used this to hide the wild joy on his lips.

"Activate the formation."

A cold, clear voice boomed from below the arena.

Dressed in white, Su Wanqing had somehow crossed the crowd and was now standing in front of the array's light screen.

She gripped the hilt of her sword with her right hand, the half-drawn blade of the sword, as clear as autumn water, its chilling aura aimed directly at Steward Wang, who was in charge of the overall situation.

Deacon Wang stood beside the formation's core, his heart skipping a beat as he faced the sword of this proud young woman. But remembering the benefits promised by the Hu family, he steeled himself and stepped forward.

"Young Miss, this is against the rules."

Deacon Wang gave a forced smile and cupped his hands in greeting: "As long as Zheng Yifei doesn't personally utter the words 'I admit defeat,' this competition is not over."

Even if the sect leader himself were to arrive, the rules established by our ancestors must not be broken.

"He can't even breathe, how can he admit defeat?"

Su Wanqing's eyes were extremely cold, and the blade extended another inch.

"That's because he's not as skilled as others."

Deacon Wang resorted to shamelessness, crossing his arms and saying, "If I were to activate the formation now, wouldn't that be unfair to Zhao Kuang?"

Not far away in front of the betting station, Xu Muyao looked at Zheng Yifei, who was being strangled to the point of almost rolling his eyes back, and stamped her feet anxiously.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and she almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Oh no! You've really screwed me over!"

Xu Muyao looked at the mountain of spirit stones on the table, her mind filled with the sound of abacus beads shattering.

She bet over three million spirit stones on Zhao Kuang! At a 1 to 1 payout, she'd have to pay out three million!

Even if you emptied her father's savings and pawned all of her brother's flying swords and magical treasures, you still wouldn't be able to raise this astronomical sum.

On the arena.

Zhao Kuang's face was almost touching Zheng Yifei's ear, and the strong smell of blood and sweat hit his nostrils.

"Stop struggling, you piece of trash with five spiritual roots."

Zhao Kuang grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and sneered in a low voice, "You think this is an ordinary competition? The elders of the Hu family have spoken: if I kill you on the arena, the sect's Foundation Establishment Pill is mine, and the Hu family will also secretly reward me with a mid-grade Foundation Establishment Pill!"

Two Foundation Establishment Pills!

This is the source of Zhao Kuang's confidence to kill Zheng Yifei even at the cost of his life.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Kuang's arm muscles bulged again, ready to snap Zheng Yifei's spine.

Just when everyone thought Zheng Yifei would be squeezed to death.

Zheng Yifei, who was tightly locked up and seemed powerless to resist, suddenly had a chilling glint of ferocity flash in his bloodshot eyes.

The ironclad rule of underground boxing in the past: when an enemy thinks he has complete control of the situation, that's when he's closest to death.

No matter how strong one's cultivation techniques or how thick one's inner energy are, body cultivators in the cultivation world cannot change the inherent anatomical weaknesses of the human body.

Zheng Yifei didn't waste any words or energy calling for help.

Using the pressure of Zhao Kuang's tightening arms, he jerked his neck back sharply, and then shot forward like a fully drawn bow.

boom!

Zheng Yifei's forehead struck Zhao Kuang's nose with extreme precision and ruthlessness.

The nose is one of the most densely packed and also most vulnerable areas of the human body. Even with protective qi, such a direct and unprepared impact can produce a devastating physiological reaction.

"Snap!"

The sound of cartilage cracking rang out.

Two streams of blood gushed from Zhao Kuang's nostrils like fountains.

An indescribable, intensely pleasurable pain shot straight to the top of Zhao Kuang's head.

His brain went blank for a moment, his vision blurred, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

The intense pain made him instinctively release Zheng Yifei with both hands, wanting to cover his broken nose.

The moment the lock was released, Zheng Yifei moved.

Instead of retreating, he used the momentum of his falling body to suddenly exert force in his waist and bend his right arm into an elbow.

call!

The elbow slammed into Zhao Kuang's left earlobe and temple with a whooshing sound.

With his semicircular canals severely damaged, Zhao Kuang's massive body swayed violently, a sharp ringing in his ears filled his ears, and he completely lost his balance, falling backward like a wooden stake.

But it's not over yet.

Zheng Yifei grabbed Zhao Kuang's shoulders with both hands, and with his right knee carrying his full weight and compressed spiritual power to the extreme, he slammed it into Zhao Kuang's groin from below like a cannonball.

"puff--"

A dull, muffled sound, similar to an egg being crushed, echoed across the ring.

The second brother exploded, sustaining true injuries, ignoring any protective aura.

"ah!!!"

Zhao Kuang let out a bloodcurdling scream that sounded inhuman.

The sound was so pitiful that all the male cultivators below the stage involuntarily clenched their legs, their scalps tingling.

Zhao Kuang's massive body slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, his hands clutching his groin tightly. He curled up like a boiled shrimp, his body convulsing wildly, even his screams becoming distorted.

These three consecutive blows ranged from a headbutt that smashed the nose, an elbow strike that stunned the opponent, to a knee strike that crushed the testicles.

Flowing smoothly and ruthlessly.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Before the audience could react, Zheng Yifei landed and rolled over, landing directly on Zhao Kuang's back.

Her legs clamped tightly around Zhao Kuang's torso, and her arms, like iron vines, passed through Zhao Kuang's chin and gripped her wrists in the opposite direction.

A variation of the armbar, the naked choke!

Zheng Yifei's muscles tensed instantly, cutting off Zhao Kuang's carotid artery.

Zhao Kuang's face instantly turned purplish-red, and his hands, which were originally covering his groin, frantically pounded the ground, making muffled "bang bang bang" sounds.

Begging for mercy, suffocation, despair.

Zheng Yifei remained expressionless, his arm strength increasing continuously; he didn't mind snapping the beast's neck right there.

The entire room fell silent.

The square, which was supposed to hold tens of thousands of people, was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene unfolding on the stage.

Zhao Kuang, a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator at the Great Perfection stage and the top body cultivator in the outer sect, was utterly crushed and nearly killed by a civil servant with five spiritual roots in an extremely bizarre, vulgar, yet highly efficient manner.

There were no fancy spell clashes, no magical artifact collisions.

Only the most primitive and brutal physical strangulation.

"Director, you're awesome!!!"

A piercing roar shattered the silence.

Su Tong jumped onto a chair, waving his hands, his face flushed with excitement.

Immediately afterwards, Jin Biao and Xu Jian also roared wildly.

These shouts seemed to ignite a powder keg, and the entire square instantly erupted into chaos.

"He won? Zheng Yifei actually won?!"

"What kind of move is that? Why are you targeting the groin?! That's shameless!"

"Shameless my foot! In this life-or-death arena, the one who stands until the end is the winner!"

Before the betting odds.

Xu Muyao froze for a full three seconds, then suddenly burst into a scream that seemed to lift the roof off.

"I won! I'm rich! I'm rich!"

She was so excited that she jumped onto the table, waving her arms and legs.

Very few people bet on Zheng Yifei, which means that the mountain of over three million low-grade spirit stones all belong to her! After deducting the half that goes to Zheng Yifei, she can still net over one million!

This is even more substantial than her personal savings!

The edge of the ring.

Su Wanqing slowly loosened her grip on the sword hilt.

Her usually cool eyes were now filled with undisguised astonishment and curiosity.

As a sword cultivator, she values ​​practical combat the most. Zheng Yifei's combo just now didn't involve any external release of spiritual energy; it relied entirely on his precise control over the human body's weaknesses and muscle memory.

This close-quarters combat technique, which can instantly subdue an enemy without consuming a vast amount of spiritual energy, would be perfect if integrated into swordsmanship…

Su Wanqing looked at the cold-eyed man on the stage, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.