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Light burst forth from the crack, resembling the dazzling glow of a shell containing precious pearls on a television screen, exploding in brilliance as it opened and closed.
"Hey!" Ye Mingshang chuckled lightly.
Then, he spread his arms wide open.
Buzz!!!
A sound akin to tinnitus emerged, accompanied by intense light, causing everyone to instinctively squint.
When they opened their eyes again, the sky full of Spirit Talismans had long vanished, and Ye Mingshang was no longer in his original position.
Because the Arena was very conspicuous, Fellow immediately spotted his whereabouts.
Now, he stood right in front of Shilei, who no longer appeared spirited.
Shilei's eyes and mouth were wide open, his expression filled with shock and disbelief.
"What! How could this be?!" His heart surged like a raging tide.
He hadn't closed his eyes during the previous bright light; instead, he instinctively kept them wide open. Although now, due to the stimulation, his vision was temporarily blinded.
However, the sights he had seen before were still vividly etched in his memory.
At that moment, with the appearance of the light sphere, the Spirit Talisman he sensed became somewhat unstable, subtly revealing a feeling of being suppressed and wanting to submit.
Then, as the light was compressed and exploded, it directly shattered all of his Spirit Talisman, turning them into dust without even an explosion.
Before his vision completely faded, a shadow rushed forward at an incredible speed and tightly grasped his throat.
"What just happened? Why is it like this again?"
"I don't know; everything just blurred for a moment, and then it turned out like this."
"By the way, why is it that I can't see anything at the most critical moment? It makes me feel like this might be fake."
"It can't be fake. Zhang Jin and Shilei are both well-known Experts who care deeply about their reputations. There's no way they would pretend to lose to someone else for any reason."
"Moreover, if they were going to lose, there would be no need to hide it. They could simply let slip a flaw and end the battle."
In the Arena, Shilei's throat was firmly gripped.
The unwillingness and shock in his heart left him gasping for breath, choking him with Heartache.
With his neck being constricted, he felt immense discomfort.
All he could produce were choking sounds from his throat.
He felt a wave of nausea but couldn't vomit; he could only open his mouth wide, displaying such an expression.
Ye Mingshang had no intention of letting go and maintained his grip.
“Damn it! Are you trying to choke me? Let go!” Shilei cursed inwardly, grabbing Ye Mingshang's hand in an attempt to pry it open, but he quickly realized that his strength was no match for the other person, who was about as strong as an average person.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge him even slightly.
“Damn it! I should have practiced my physical skills better,” Shilei thought bitterly.
His strength lay in talismans, with spells coming second, while he had hardly studied physical techniques at all. At most, he could rely on some basic moves to defeat a few ordinary people.
In distant battles, he was practically a moving fortress.
However, once someone got close, he felt like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
In truth, even if he had trained in physical techniques, it wouldn't have helped much; his talent in that area was average.
Ordinary physical skills were simply ineffective against Ye Mingshang, unless one was a martial arts Grandmaster like Dunkong.
Gradually, Shilei noticed that his strength was waning. He knew he was starting to suffer from oxygen deprivation.
In this state, oxygen consumption was rapid.
Due to the quick release of adrenaline, time felt like it was dragging on for him.
In less than half a minute, Shilei felt his head growing heavy and realized he was close to losing consciousness.
He seemed to see a skeleton in a black cloak, holding a scythe, approaching him.
"Is it the Grim Reaper? It seems I really am going to die. I never expected to fall here; how regretful."
It wasn't until he saw Shilei's ashen face that Ye Mingshang finally let go of him.
He did not kill Shilei; he merely rendered him incapable of fighting.
The reason for using this method instead of another was, of course, for a deeper purpose. (In reality, it was just for fun.)
Shilei's body fell heavily to the ground, and just before losing consciousness, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: "Why would I see the Grim Reaper in China?"
In fact, that so-called Grim Reaper was merely an illusion created by Ye Mingshang through hypnosis.
In a state of oxygen deprivation, Shilei's mind had already begun to unravel, making him very susceptible to such tricks.
As for why it was the Grim Reaper, Ye Mingshang simply thought that the image of the Grim Reaper was more intimidating.
That's right; it was purely for amusement.
"I won! I actually won!"
"I can't believe it!"
"Oh my God! Shilei actually lost; he is supposed to be the strongest fighter in Maoshan."
"Has Ye Mingshang really reached this level? He is still just a child, isn't he?"
"Sigh! The demon race is indeed too powerful. Just a single Young Master is already so strong that he can defeat Master Level opponents."
"Yeah, ironically, he is still a human." One person shook his head with a bitter smile.
In the second battle, victory was achieved once again.
It was the same beginning, the same process, the same result.
Every time, he would first give the opponent a chance to attack, merely dodging and having no real means of defense.
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed like he was destined to lose, yet in the end, inexplicably, he won.
That light made it hard to see clearly; aside from Underworld River and Li Mengyu, even Bai Xiangxue could only catch glimpses of it.
Oh no.
Among the onlookers, there was one fool wearing sunglasses who wasn't blinded by the light but instead saw everything clearly.
"Wow, so strong." Gulugulu swallowed nervously.
"Should I tell others?" he thought to himself.
Then, he noticed Underworld River glancing over from a distance, making him hurriedly swallow back that half-formed sentence.
"I'll just eat my melon, it's too scary..."
With two battles and two victories, the people present no longer dared to underestimate this young man.
Although it felt quite strange, he had indeed won the fights fair and square, which was more convincing than anything else.
The members of Maoshan consciously dragged Shilei down, leaving Ye Mingshang alone on the Arena once again.
The sunlight shone on the silver Arena, glimmering with a metallic sheen.
Ye Mingshang looked around and coldly said, "Next, who will come up?"
After several breaths had passed, everyone exchanged glances but no one stepped onto the stage.
After waiting a little longer, it was still the same.
Ye Mingshang squinted his eyes, "Is there no one brave enough to come up? If that's the case, then this match will end here..."
"Wait!" A deep male voice interrupted him just before he could finish the word "end." (To be continued.)
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