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In the following battle, there was almost no suspense; it was a complete slaughter. After all, facing someone of his caliber was like the difference between an adult and an infant, not to mention bullying those weaker members.
The entire venue was filled with cries of agony and despair, sending chills down the spines of everyone who heard them.
When the last person fell to the ground, the members of the Martial Arts Club looked at him in awe. They had already regarded him as their spiritual leader, their totem, their god!
The spacious area was littered with incapacitated members from various clubs, making the once ample space feel cramped, leaving almost no room to stand.
Now, only one troublemaker remained—Zhang Chong from the Boxing Club.
Looking at the towering figure across from him, a muscular fellow clad in tight clothing, Ye Mingshang felt speechless. This fellow had been thrown into the trash countless times by him over the past six months, yet he stubbornly clung on like a stubborn adhesive.
Originally just an elite member of the Boxing Club, this fellow had suddenly experienced a surge in strength due to recent events. Not only did he challenge and defeat the previous president, but he also took on Zhao Xiaolong from the Martial Arts Club and astonishingly sent him to the hospital with a single punch. It should be noted that Zhao Xiaolong had trained in martial arts since childhood and had won national martial arts championships.
Not everyone is like Ye Mingshang; his extraordinary abilities were a result of both hard work and his lineage. As the son of a demon king from a race that valued physical prowess, his physical attributes naturally far exceeded those of ordinary people.
Later on, his training focused more on close combat and fighting techniques. Influenced by his past life experiences, he reached a peak that made him incomparable to ordinary individuals.
But what about Zhang Chong? As an ordinary person, even if he had similar opportunities, it wouldn't lead to significant growth in just a few days. Ye Mingshang himself had gradually become stronger over time; although his progress was rapid, it still followed a process—how could anyone grow so quickly in just a few days?
All these doubts began to form some guesses when he saw his opponent.
"You don't seem afraid," Ye Mingshang remarked as he observed Zhang Chong's calm demeanor, which even showed signs of excitement.
Zhang Chong's body trembled involuntarily, his eyes filled with exhilaration.
He had waited a long time for this day. Although many times he had been discarded by Ye Mingshang like trash, he would always heartlessly seek him out again. He appeared indifferent at first, but deep down he questioned: Why was he so strong? Why couldn't he throw Ye Mingshang away like trash? Why couldn't he defeat him?
These thoughts haunted him relentlessly, turning into a nightmare that tormented him.
Until one day, he saw that crimson moon.
The red moon was something he had never seen before; its enchanting beauty held an indescribable allure for him that left him utterly captivated.
It was that round of the Crimson Moon that completely changed him. After being illuminated by the moonlight, his body underwent an astonishing transformation. Not only did he become stronger, but he also gained the ability to control a peculiar gas. Mixed with that magical gas, he could even exert strength far beyond human limits.
All of this gave him a chance to redeem himself.
Just a hundred people; if I want to, I can do it.
This was the foundation of Zhang Chong's arrogance.
Zhang Chong clenched his fists, his voice trembling with excitement. "Hehe! Hehehe! After waiting so long, I finally have the opportunity to crush you underfoot."
Ye Mingshang scoffed and waved his hand dismissively. "If you have the ability, then come at me."
"Hehe! Hehehehe!" Zhang Chong laughed strangely, his voice filled with excitement. "Since you insist, I'll show you the Ultimate Power."
As he spoke, Zhang Chong's aura surged, causing the air around him to part and form a vacuum.
Invisible streams of Green Mist flowed out from Zhang Chong's body, swirling around him, wrapping him up.
Ye Mingshang squinted. "Just as I thought."
The process was somewhat slow; it was clear that Zhang Chong had not yet mastered this power. During this time, Ye Mingshang simply watched and showed no intention of stopping him, allowing him to grow stronger.
Not far behind, members of the Martial Arts Club could not see the Green Mist but felt that something extraordinary was happening with Zhang Chong.
Hou Xiaohou and several Senior Members narrowed their eyes. They had felt this ominous sensation during the president's battle as well. It was the same feeling again—would history repeat itself?
After a dozen seconds, all the Green Mist evenly wrapped around Zhang Chong's body. He could feel an endless source of power within him; that power intoxicated and fascinated him.
Feeling such immense strength as if he could destroy everything, Zhang Chong laughed maniacally and wildly while trying to suppress it. This caused his mouth to stretch into an exaggerated grin, and when he spoke, his voice trembled as if he were always laughing.
"Hmph! Hehehe! How about it? This wonderful feeling," Zhang Chong cackled.
Ye Mingshang said nothing; his gaze was like that of someone looking at an idiot.
Zhang Chong laughed maniacally, veins bulging on his forehead as anger and excitement intertwined within him, creating a very strange sensation.
"I'll let you taste Ultimate Power!"
Shouting this, Zhang Chong suddenly rushed forward, his speed so fast that it left others almost unable to react.
"Be careful!" Hou Xiaohou shouted.
However, in the next moment, he was left speechless in shock.
After being infused with Green Mist, Zhang Chong's already bulging muscles became even more exaggerated. Power surged continuously within him, enough that a single stomp could crack the ground.
Yet now, he was being held by Ye Mingshang by the chin, lifted effortlessly with one hand, showing no sign of resistance.
"Why... why? Why can't I use my Ultimate Power..." The look in Zhang Chong's eyes was filled with disbelief as he spoke in broken phrases.
Ye Mingshang looked at him as if he were a fool. From the moment he first saw him, he sensed something was off. When Zhang Chong unleashed what he called Ultimate Power, it became even clearer.
That green mist was nothing but strands of Green Demonic Energy. What he referred to as ultimate power was merely Demonic Power.
Initially, Ye Mingshang couldn't see clearly because Zhang Chong wasn't some kind of beastly demon; he was human, and his true form was also human. Without demonic energy, it was naturally hard to discern anything.
(To be continued.)
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