NOVPUBXu Zimei took step by step off the Combat Stage, and coming into view from the opposite direction was a man wearing a black tank top, his muscles bulging imposingly.
Even at a distance, one could feel the explosive power emanating from his muscles.
Seeing this, the audience below burst into discussion.
"The Madman’s injuries have healed, it seems he’s back in the game."
"Although he lost to Jian Ming in the duel, it was still a glorious defeat. But this youth seems somewhat unfamiliar."
...…
Ignoring the noisy discussion around him, the Madman raised his head, looking at Xu Zimei arrogantly.
He slightly tilted his head, chin raised, and said, "Are you going to concede or shall I beat you down?"
"How noisy," Xu Zimei shook his head.
With one step forward, Spiritual Energy surged around him, and in the next moment, he had already appeared behind the Madman.
"So fast," the Madman was taken aback.
"Thousand Pound Drop," he hurriedly shouted, his muscles swelling, as if he weighed a thousand pounds pressing down on the ground.
Xu Zimei chuckled lightly, his right hand grasping the Madman’s waist, easily lifting him up and hurling him through the air.
The Madman crashed heavily to the ground, the sound of the ground cracking echoed.
"I concede, I concede," the Madman quickly pounded the ground and yelled.
He conceded very quickly because according to the rules of the Combat Stage, if you don’t concede, even if your opponent kills you, they’re not responsible.
In fact, the Madman had stronger moves, but seeing how easily his opponent defeated him, he knew he was no match.
To continue would be nothing but a death sentence.
"Victory for Lin Qiu, will you fight again?" the referee asked Xu Zimei.
"Fight, there’s no need to ask me in the future, just let them come up directly," Xu Zimei said indifferently.
Watching the Madman easily defeated, the waiting area matched another opponent.
"I’ll go," a loud shout came from the ground, and following that, an old man holding a Magic Wand walked out.
The elder seemed vigorous, with short black hair and sporting a somewhat gaudy long robe that was a mottled mix of blue-black and red.
"It’s Old Thunder," recognized instantly by those who frequently watched the battles.
"They say his Magic Wand is made from the heart of a Thunder Beast, and he is most skilled at psychic attacks."
"Now this will be worth watching. Even the Madman is helpless against him, Old Thunder is the most unpredictable."
As Old Thunder walked out, the Magic Wand in his hand began emitting strands of thunder and lightning.
Thunderbolt swirled around him, with pale blue arcs of electricity mingling with deep purple thunder.
"Boy, I can’t even control my psychic attack myself. At best you’ll be left an idiot, at worst you’ll face death.
Hear me out, step down," Old Thunder stood in place, saying arrogantly.
"You seem to be one of the Talented Disciples not so easily found, it’d be a shame to see you destroyed."
"Looks like you’re scared," Xu Zimei said with a faint smile.
"Foolish," Old Thunder snorted coldly, twirling his Magic Wand, and a thunderbolt streaked swiftly towards Xu Zimei.
With a "boom", the thunderbolt exploded against Xu Zimei’s chest, leaving the onlookers dazzled by the flash of light.
Upon closer inspection, they saw Xu Zimei still standing unharmed on the Combat Stage.
"Is that all you have?" Xu Zimei patted his chest, walking step by step towards Old Thunder.
"Courting death," the Magic Wand in Old Thunder’s hand shone brightly, like a thunderclap on a clear day, as countless peals of shocking thunder resounded all around.
Following that, countless streams of thunderbolts burst from the magic wand, transforming into roaring dragons, all charging towards Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei’s expression remained unchanged, and he did not even pause his stride.
He let the thunderbolts bombard his body without showing any sign of reaction.
He twisted his neck and continued to walk calmly and steadily.
"Impressive, kid," Old Thunder praised with a light shout.
The wand in his hand exploded once more with numerous thunderbolts. This time, however, hidden beneath the cover of the thunderbolts, a Soul Serpent writhed, mingling among them as it shot out.
The sound of "crackle and pop" erupted once again.
Watching the center where the thunderbolts flickered, Old Thunder smiled smugly and said, "Boy, you will pay for your arrogance.
Within those thunderbolts lies my soul attack."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of footsteps suddenly rang out.
The surrounding audience was noisy, and the ear-piercing sound of thunderbolts exploded on the Combat Stage.
Yet the footsteps sounded exceptionally clear, as though they were not stepping on the ground but on his heart.
Within the bursting thunderbolts, a figure walked out calmly.
"You," Old Thunder said, his eyes glazed over as he tried to speak, but the footsteps pressing on his heart intensified the pressure, making it difficult to even breathe.
Watching Xu Zimei steadily approaching him, Old Thunder swallowed hard.
With a "bang," Xu Zimei’s right hand crushed the magic wand.
Then Xu Zimei turned and left, not giving Old Thunder any further attention.
"Not killing me?" Old Thunder let out a breath of relief.
However, the next moment, his pupils shrank as a faint "bang" sounded.
As if the beating of his heart had reached its limit, it burst, and he collapsed on the spot without warning.
"How long will this go on?" Xu Zimei shook his head slightly.
Looking at the audience at the edge of the stage, he raised his voice and asked, "Does anyone have a knife to lend me?"
The crowd was silent for a moment until a young man in a luxurious robe chuckled.
With a gesture, his guard immediately threw his sword out.
"I’ll lend it to you," the young man said.
"A fine blade," Xu Zimei complimented upon receiving the knife, examining it and smiling.
Although this knife was not as good as his Tyrant Shadow and unfortunately he didn’t bring the Tyrant Shadow with him to the Yuan Central Continent,
this knife was forged completely from Heaven Hidden Iron, and the materials used as well as the forging techniques were top-notch.
...…
Even though Old Thunder had been defeated, the Combat Stage was known to be a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers resided.
Most of the participants didn’t see eye to eye, and besides competitors betting Fusion Stones against each other, there was also a place for spectators to place their bets.
Each battle allowed for bets to be placed on the favored contender.
Many contenders would have others bet on their victory before entering the fight, a strategy to reap double benefits.
Not only did they win money from their opponent, they also won the bets.
Of course, such a tactic required tremendous confidence in one’s own ability.
Originally, Xu Zimei’s odds were not high, but now, after defeating both Madman and Old Thunder, two well-known Vein Practitioners, his odds had nearly doubled.
At that moment, as the gates below were opened, another contestant stepped onto the Combat Stage.
