Chapter 437: 203 Ultimate Kill (First Update)
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Yan Shu appeared to be in his twenties, wearing a red short outfit, standing just over 5â7â, with a square face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes that exuded a strong aura, enough to make anyone feel intimidated upon meeting his gaze.
He coldly said, âI want to challenge Xi Yu.â
The scene suddenly erupted into chaos.
What a thrill, challenging a master right from the start.
When everyone looked towards the main seat, they noticed that Xi Yu had disappeared without anyone noticing.
âDid Xi Yu run away?â
âAre you referring to yourself? Youâre just a coward. Xi Yu would never be like that.â
âThen why hasnât he shown up to face the challenge? He represents our Qinglong Association, and if he loses, it would be a huge embarrassment.â
Zhu Shaodan glared fiercely at the man who spoke, scaring him into silence.
Yan Shu looked around and said, âXi Yu, I challenge you. If you donât appear after I count to three, it will be considered cowardice in the face of battle. One...â.
As soon as his words left his mouth, a shadow descended from the sky, landing lightly on the arena.
Ming Jing hooked her lips, saying casually to Ran Tengxiao, âMr. Ran was right, this is indeed very exciting.â
Yan Shu moved first, launching himself into the air and closing the distance in an instant. His punches were as fast as lightning, unleashing a torrent of attacks.
Everyone was thrilled, marveling at Yan Shuâs explosive power, and fearing for Xi Yuâs safety.
Zhao Qin rushed to the railing, gripping it in worry.
The young man in black stood unmoving like a mountain, unruffled despite the flurry of punches just before his face, showing no signs of panic, appearing somewhat aloof and beyond the ordinary.
As Yan Shuâs fist came within a hairâs breadth of the young manâs nose, he suddenly pivoted, and Yan Shuâs punch barely grazed his nose. With a subtle step, Xi Yu appeared behind Yan Shu before anyone could see clearly. Yan Shu was shocked, but it was too late as the young man grabbed his right shoulder. Yan Shu tried to exert his strength from below, but the young man used his shoulder as a pivot and nimbly leaped in front of him. Clutching Yan Shuâs right shoulder, he slid his hand down his arm, causing a series of cracking sounds followed by Yan Shuâs anguished groan, his face turning pale.
Xi Yu withdrew a step and resumed his nonchalant demeanor.
Ye Feng, who had been lazily leaning against a pillar, suddenly straightened up.
Ye Shuangâs eyes sparkled as she noticed Ye Fengâs reaction, chuckling, âI told you long ago not to underestimate Xi Yu. He defeated your senior brother, and now Yan Shu has learned his lesson.â
Yan Shu lost in just one move.
Everyone shook their heads. Yan Shu had seemed so formidable at first, but in the face of a true master, he was nothing but a show-off.
Yan Shu knelt on one knee, feeling his entire right arm numb and powerless. Glaring at the black-clothed young man standing still opposite him, Yan Shu was horrified. His Liehuo Hallâs Passing Arm Fist, augmented by qigong, should have been invincible. But there was a fatal weakness â the blind spot on his right shoulder, which no one should have known.
How could his opponent possibly know?
âWho are you exactly, and which sect do you hail from?â Yan Shu asked through gritted teeth.