We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

The tens of thousands of people in the audience were completely silent.

Fatty Wang, sitting in the front row of the stands, suddenly stood up and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"That's Brother Ye! The ruthless guy who slapped that foreigner away at the school gate!"

That shout ignited the atmosphere in the stadium.

Tens of thousands of students from China erupted in deafening cheers, the enormous sound almost lifting the steel roof of the stadium.

The old principal was so excited that he dropped the nitroglycerin pills in his hand to the ground, let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped into his chair.

On the arena.

Adam's nose was broken after being hit by the snakeskin bag, and he got up from the ground with his face covered in blood.

He pointed at Lin Ye and shouted at the foreign referee on the sidelines.

"Foul! That's an off-court attack!"

Adam covered his nose, his speech was slurred, and his fingers were trembling.

"Get him out of here immediately! This is a serious violation! I do not tolerate this barbaric sneak attack!"

Lin Ye didn't even glance at Adam.

He slowly walked up the steps to the ring.

He bent down, picked up the red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag, and patted off the dust.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Lin Ye picked at his ear and turned to look at the Western exchange group area below the stage.

"It's the weekend, and I was supposed to be at home with my parents, but I was forced to come and work overtime."

Lin Ye raised his left hand and pointed to the Rolex Submariner on his wrist.

"It's 12:30 pm now, and I have to rush to the third canteen to grab some sweet and sour pork ribs. If I'm late, there will only be vegetable soup left."

He hoisted the snakeskin bag onto his shoulder.

"What kind of exchange group is this? Everyone else, come up here."

"Ten against one is fine, a hundred against one is no big deal. Hurry up, don't make me late for getting off work."

The foreign referee on the sidelines was about to blow his whistle in protest.

Lin Ye simply raised his right foot and casually kicked the steel railing at the edge of the ring.

boom!

The thick, solid steel pipe snapped and flew more than ten meters away, grazing the referee's scalp before crashing into the wall behind him.

The cement wall was smashed open, leaving a large crater, and rubble flew everywhere.

The referee was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, swallowing back all his protests, and even dropped his whistle.

On the other side of the Western exchange group, the teacher in charge had a grim face.

He looked at Lin Ye on the stage and sneered.

"Arrogant Chinese, do they really think they're invincible just because they have special equipment?"

The teacher in charge gave strict orders to the students around him in English.

"Since he's courting death, then so be it. Everyone, get on stage. Within ten minutes, I want to see him kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. Break all his arms and legs!"

Nine Western geniuses, dressed in uniforms of various colors, simultaneously leaped onto the arena.

Along with Adam, whose face was covered in blood, a total of ten A-level ability users surrounded Lin Ye.

The cheers from the stands vanished instantly.

Xia Wanqiu took a step forward in a hurry, her palms were covered in cold sweat, and her hand was already on the gun handle in her backpack.

The combined power of ten A-level ability users is absolutely multiplied.

"Let's do it!"

Adam roared.

Ten people erupted at the same time.

Gale, flames, frost, lightning.

Various flashy special effects exploded on the arena, and colorful lights completely engulfed Lin Ye.

The scorching heat and the frigid air currents combined to cause the hard composite wood flooring of the arena to shatter on the spot, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

The wind blades in mid-air whipped up the flames on the ground, forming a highly destructive fire tornado.

Foreign netizens in the dark web live stream were spamming the chat.

"Foolish Chinese, you've been burned to ashes!"

"This is what happens when you provoke the Western Extraordinary Alliance!"

"Ten A-level geniuses working together could melt even a main battle tank; he's doomed!"

The supernatural storm on the arena lasted for a full ten seconds.

Adam gasped for breath, a cruel smile returning to his face.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

Everyone stared intently at the center of the arena.

A foot wearing a breathable sneaker slowly stepped out of the sea of ​​fire.

Lin Ye had one hand in his suit trouser pocket, and casually waved away the black smoke in front of him with the other.

That top-of-the-line vibranium bulletproof suit didn't even have a black mark on it, and not a single strand of his hair was messed up.

"Too flashy."

Lin Ye shook his head, his tone full of disdain.

"The lighting effects are maxed out, but there's absolutely no damage. Are you guys setting off fireworks?"

The ten Western geniuses were completely dumbfounded.

This is a combined attack from ten A-level ability users!

This guy didn't even break a scratch!

"Finished? Now it's my turn to perform."

Lin Ye twisted his neck, and his joints made a crisp cracking sound.

He did not use any internal energy, nor did he employ any complex ancient martial arts techniques.

To deal with a squishy mage who only knows how to throw spells, the most basic military boxing is enough.

Lin Ye suddenly exerted force with his right leg, creating a piercing sonic boom as he instantly appeared in front of a fire-type ability user.

Lunge and punch.

There were no fancy moves.

The fist, as big as a clay pot, carried violent physical kinetic energy and smashed the fireball thrown at it head-on.

boom!

The fist continued its momentum, landing squarely on the fire-type ability user's chest.

Several ribs broke on the spot, and the fire-type ability user coughed up a mouthful of blood, flying off the stage and crashing heavily into the passageway ten meters away.

Without pausing, Lin Ye turned and delivered an elbow strike.

He slammed his elbow heavily into the back of the wind-type ability user next to him.

Click!

The wind-type ability user didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed to the ground, leaving a shallow crater in the arena floor.

"Too slow."

Lin Ye weaved among the remaining eight people.

One punch, one kill.

The main focus is on achieving a miracle through sheer force.

A left hook sent the ice-type ability user flying, and a right whip kick snapped the leg bone of the earth-type ability user.

Every strike was accompanied by a sickeningly loud cracking sound.

Adam watched his companions fall one by one, terrified, and frantically gathered lightning in his hands.

"Go to hell!"

Adam hurled the largest ball of lightning at Lin Ye’s back.

Lin Ye didn't even look at it, and slapped the lightning ball away with his backhand.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed Adam's golden curly hair and pulled it down hard.

He thrust his right knee upwards with a sudden force.

boom!

Adam's knee made extremely close contact with Adam's chin.

Adam's jawbone was completely shattered, and he fell straight backward, instantly losing consciousness.

Less than half a minute.

All ten geniuses from the Western Extraordinary Alliance had their bones broken and lay sprawled on the arena, howling in agony.

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of students from China stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their eyes.

This is a Western superhuman who has utterly crushed the ancient martial arts genius of China!

He couldn't even last half a minute against Lin Ye?

And they used only the most basic straight punches and whip kicks!

There was a ten-second silence in the comments section of the dark web live stream, leaving internet users speechless.

Lin Ye stood amidst the wailing Western geniuses.

He bent down, picked up the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag, dusted it off, and hoisted it back onto his shoulder.

Turning his head, Lin Ye casually beckoned to the several high-definition cameras flashing red lights on the sidelines.

"I heard your Western Extraordinary Alliance is quite dissatisfied?"

Lin Ye's tone was flat, but it revealed extreme impatience.

"Three hundred million for an appearance fee, and you want me to fight this kind of trash?"

His gaze swept over the Western exchange group below the stage.

"Is anyone still breathing? Hurry up, I'm in a rush."

After a brief silence, the stadium erupted in a deafening roar of celebration.

The students from the Dragon Kingdom were so excited that they hugged each other, jumped and danced, and released all the humiliation they had been holding in all day.

Fatty Wang stood on the chair, waving his coat, his voice hoarse from shouting.

however.

offstage.

The teacher in charge, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, had an extremely gloomy expression.

He slowly raised his hand and took off the gold-rimmed glasses from the bridge of his nose.

He casually tossed it on the ground and stomped on it.

boom!

A terrifying pressure, surpassing A-level and reaching the peak of S-level, instantly erupted from his body.