Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Utter Humiliation

The entire arena erupted!

Zheng Ming couldn’t care less about this battle; he just wanted to find a dog that could serve him in Wuhou Hall!

Anyone who could win eight consecutive matches in the infernal Life and Death Martial Arena had the right to be his dog!

“Worthy of being the Sixth Young Master of the Prince’s Residence. So domineering!”

“Zheng Ming has every reason to be overbearing. His entry into Wuhou Hall is a sure thing, he’ll become a Marquis Wu, and has limitless prospects.”

“Asura? In front of Zheng Ming, that’s just a joke!”

“At least put up a fight though. Don’t just kneel as soon as you step up.”

…

Xu Yang gritted his teeth, the expression under his mask contorted and twisted with rage.

“Swear loyalty to you?”

“You think you’re worthy?”

The hoarse roar instantly drowned out every other sound in the arena.

“Hiss! This guy’s crazy arrogant!”

“That’s the Sixth Young Master of the Prince’s Residence, an Innate prodigy.”

“If it were me, I’d kneel on the spot.”

The crowd was stunned by Xu Yang’s wild words, admiring his courage. Just Zheng Ming’s status alone was enough to make many true geniuses submit and act as his dog.

Isn’t this laughable?

People bow and kneel to Zheng Ming just because of his identity, accepting him as master, and no one thinks it’s wrong.

But if Xu Yang said “You think you’re worthy,” people think he’s arrogant beyond measure!

Swoosh!

His fist sliced through the air, Evil Qi surging.

The masked Xu Yang was like a raging beast, arriving in a blink.

“Refuse the toast only to drink the forfeit, huh?!”

“A bug like you dares challenge me?”

Zheng Ming sneered disdainfully, carelessly slapping down with his palm.

Innate True Essence flashed blinding and terrifying!

Bang!

A muffled thud!

Zheng Ming’s expression changed drastically, stumbling back in embarrassment.

“How is this possible?”

Though he hadn’t used full force, that power had actually made his whole body tremble!

“With that little strength, you dare try to be my opponent?”

Xu Yang sneered coldly, pressing his advantage mercilessly. His surging palm shadows crashed down like a raging tidal wave—overwhelming, sharp, and murderous!

“Dare to look down on me?” Zheng Ming flew into a rage, stomping the ground, his True Essence exploding, aura surging upward.

“Four Elements Thunder Palm!”

“Go to hell!”

Boom!

Thunder exploded across the plaza. A giant palm print appeared in the air, smashing all palm shadows apart with brutal, savage force.

Xu Yang’s attack was instantly blocked, the sheer power making his hands numb, his body shuddering uncontrollably as he staggered back again and again.

This short exchange left the audience gaping, absolutely awestruck!

In that instant, though Xu Yang was forced back, everyone unconsciously held their breath, bodies tensed.

It was as if they were fighting up in the arena themselves.

A truly stunning spectacle!

“You dog bastard, today I’ll tear you to pieces!”

Seeing that a single palm hadn’t forced Xu Yang to his knees, Zheng Ming’s face darkened, twisted into a vicious grin. He held back nothing now!

Xu Yang stared fiercely at Zheng Ming, his eyes bloodshot.

This strength of Zheng Ming’s all came at the cost of stealing his spirit bones!

“What right do you have to act arrogant before me?”

Xu Yang unleashed the killing intent in his heart, erupting in fury.

Boom!

His fist tore through the sky!

“Nine Extremes Fist!”

This high-level martial art was exchanged in the Life and Death Martial Arena.

Each punch carried nine-fold power, crushing all before it!

“Overestimating yourself.”

“Do you even know what you are? Dare to try to kill me? Just a piece of trash crawling in the martial arena!”

Zheng Ming gave a vicious sneer, his vast inner True Essence coalescing in an instant into a sky-turning giant palm, even more powerful than before.

All around, those watching felt a chill—this was another high-level martial art, and this time Zheng Ming was showing no mercy, aiming to kill Xu Yang.

In everyone’s eyes, this palm meant Xu Yang’s certain defeat!

Su Yun was so nervous she nearly covered her mouth, her heart stopping in her chest.

Please, don’t lose!

Boom!

A thunderclap ripped the world apart.

Just as the crowd was certain of Xu Yang’s defeat, it was Zheng Ming’s terrifying palm that shattered!

It was as if a small mountain had been smashed apart.

“How can this be? You…”

Zheng Ming’s face twisted in panic; before he could finish his words, blood gushed from his mouth as he felt soul-tearing agony, his entire arm battered almost beyond feeling.

“Ah!!”

His features twisted with pain, his body convulsing. He nearly collapsed from a single stagger.

“You think you’re worthy to have me call you master?”

“Trash!”

Xu Yang sneered coldly.

Swoosh!

He shot out like an arrow loosed from the string—in a flash, he was upon him!

Zheng Ming looked up in terror, barely able to react before a fan-sized palm slammed toward his face.

He tried desperately to dodge, but his body wouldn’t obey his mind.

Slap!

The crisp sound made everyone shiver instinctively; just hearing it, they knew it had to hurt like hell.

Zheng Ming screamed as he crashed to the ground, his teeth scattering everywhere, five bloody fingerprints burned onto his face.

He felt his face swell rapidly; that slap had his head ringing with a thunderous buzz.

All of this happened in a split second.

Everyone was stunned.

Only Su Yun was trembling with excitement, her face flushed red.

If not for her status, she would have leapt up with joy.

Asura, you’re so fierce!

“How is this possible?”

The Fourth Lady leapt to her feet, furious beyond measure: “You little bastard, how dare you injure my son?!”

Seeing Zheng Ming’s miserable state, her heart bled with pain; she was shaking all over.

“Ming’er.”

She was about to rush down.

“Madam, calm yourself. This is a life and death duel.” Wang Feng quickly grabbed the Fourth Lady.

“How do you expect me to calm down?”

The Fourth Lady’s eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast.

Suddenly, both of them trembled.

This was a life and death duel!

Previously, no one believed Xu Yang could win.

But now…

“In the Life and Death Martial Arena, not only do we decide the victor, but also life and death! I’m not just going to injure him—I’m going to kill him!”

Xu Yang grabbed Zheng Ming and aimed him toward the Fourth Lady’s viewing platform.

Zheng Ming struggled like mad in his grip.

“Shura… I… want… kill… cow…”

He couldn’t even speak clearly anymore.

Slap!

Xu Yang showed no mercy, one slap after another.

The Spirit Lock Seal pressed down hard.

Zheng Ming’s body spasmed violently, feeling all his strength slip out of his control, like a wild beast rampaging within.

Blood streamed from his five senses as he screamed in agony.

“Aaaahhhh!!!”

By now, Zheng Ming had no strength left to fight back.

He was like a dead dog struggling on the butcher’s block.

“Ming’er!!”

“You dog bastard, let go of my son or I’ll rip you into pieces!” the Fourth Lady shrieked in fury.

At this moment, there was nothing left of her noble bearing as lady of the Prince’s Residence.

She looked every bit the street-shouting shrew!

“Wang Feng, bring Ming’er back!”

“Kill him!”

Wang Feng erupted in anger.

“Stop!”

“This is a life and death duel! Since you entered, life and death are left to fate!”

“Madam, do you take my Life and Death Martial Arena for a vegetable market?”

An elder appeared out of nowhere, effortlessly forcing Wang Feng back, fixing a cold gaze on the Fourth Lady.

The Fourth Lady trembled with rage: “You… you people know what you’re doing?”

“Ming’er is the Prince’s son. His Highness will never forgive you!”

Su Yun stepped forward with a mocking smile: “Fourth Lady, it was the Sixth Young Master who insisted on stepping into the arena.”

“Even if King Beixuan himself were here, our martial arena could still stand tall and upright!”

“You…”

The Fourth Lady was flushed red, unable to say a word.

Bang!

A muffled crash sounded.

Xu Yang stomped Zheng Ming into the ground, leaning in close, chuckling coldly through his mask: “With the spirit bones you stole from me, you don’t seem to have improved at all!”

“Zheng Ming, you are truly an utter piece of trash!”

The dead-dog Zheng Ming suddenly stared wide-eyed, as if he’d seen a ghost.

He struggled desperately, raising his hand, trying to rip off that terrifying mask.

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