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Chapter 97 - Chapter 97 Ruthless Man, Huyan Zhen  

Chapter 97 Ruthless Man, Hu Yanzhen.

  The moment Lan Minghua appeared, he attracted everyone's attention, and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School fell into silence.

  His lazy posture and casual tone made it seem as if he didn't care about the forces on the continent.

  However, everyone was wary of Lan Minghua's strength. Those who were dissatisfied just now didn't dare to utter a word.

  After all, a person's reputation is legendary, and they dared not easily offend a ruthless man who could kill a Title Douluo.

  However, some people were still very excited.

  "Lan Minghua, you've finally come!" A ruthless glint flashed in Tang San's eyes. He had been waiting for this day for too long.

  Lan Minghua sensed the hostility and instantly spotted Tang San's location.

  A faint smile appeared on his lips, completely ignoring him and everyone else.

  He led Oscar and the other three to the empty seats with a swagger.

  This action, which completely disregarded the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, made Bone Douluo and the others grit their teeth in anger.

  However, they knew that now was not the best time to attack Lan Minghua. "Let him be arrogant for a while   .

  Once the exchange competition starts, I'll make him lose face."

  Tang San was one of the main characters at this banquet, and Lan Minghua's disrespect for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was a blatant disregard for him. However, he was helpless and could only hold back.   Yet, there were always some fearless individuals who wanted to show off in front of certain people.   Hu Yanzhen was one of them.   "Hmph, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is truly a coward. They're being ridden on and they don't dare utter a sound. They're unworthy of being one of the seven great sects."   Tianxiang Hu Yanzhen was the sect leader of the Elephant Armor Sect, one of the seven great sects, and also an 86th-level Soul Douluo (the Continental Advanced Elite Soul Master Competition was over a year later, at which time Hu Yanzhen would be 87th).   Although he was only an 86th-level Soul Douluo, he possessed defensive power comparable to an ordinary Title Douluo.   Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing nearby, revealed a look of disgust in his eyes.

  "That scoundrel, trying to show off like that, he's courting death. Fine, I've already warned him, and if he's looking to die, let him die."

  He then closed his eyes, ignoring everyone.

  Hu Yanzhen was overjoyed to find that Chrysanthemum Douluo wasn't blocking him.

  "Since His Excellency Chrysanthemum Douluo hasn't spoken, doesn't that mean he's tacitly agreeing with me? If I can teach Lan Minghua a lesson, wouldn't that enhance the prestige of my Elephant Armor Sect and suppress the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

  Lan Minghua's deeds were indeed terrifying, and even if the Spirit Hall itself spread the word, it might not be accurate.

  Hearing isn't always true, but seeing is believing—that was Hu Yanzhen's thought.

  "My defense is no less than that of an ordinary Title Douluo. Even if Lan Minghua really has that strength, he can't kill me in one move. Let me test whether you have that strength!"

  Hu Yanzhen was shaken. His mountain-like body leaped up, like an iron ball falling from a height, blocking Lan Minghua's path with a thunderous crash.

  Lan Minghua waved his hand dismissively to disperse the dust, looking at the person blocking his path with suspicion: "Hey, are there really people who aren't afraid of death?"

  As the dust settled, an old man with dark skin, eyes like copper bells, and white hair and beard stood before him.

  Upon seeing this man's appearance, Lan Minghua immediately knew the answer: "No wonder, it's the ruthless man who took the trident of the sea cucumber head-on, Tianxiang Huyan Zhen!"

  Tang San's face flashed with joy at this sight.

  He could tolerate it for a while, but he didn't want to see Lan Minghua continue his arrogance.

  Bone Douluo shook his head: "That old bastard Huyan Zhen is going crazy for the sake of appearances. Today is Rongrong's big day; he shouldn't die in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."

  Sword Douluo remained silent; Lan Minghua now seemed increasingly unfathomable.

  Offending him meant the banquet couldn't continue.

  On the field, two figures, one large and one small, faced each other.

  Lan Minghua's height was only around 1.7 to 1.8 meters, while Hu Yanzhen was a full 2.5 meters tall.

  Judging from their appearances, Hu Yanzhen certainly exuded a greater sense of intimidation than Lan Minghua.

  Everyone present was eagerly anticipating what would happen next.     One was a veteran expert from a long-established sect, the other a rising star; this clash between the old and the new was more than enough to make their ticket price worthwhile.

  Hu Yanzhen looked at the flawed Lan Minghua, a disdainful smile playing on his lips, and mocked, "Such a big shot! You've kept us waiting!"

  Lan Minghua, still with his deadpan expression, seemed not to hear him, rubbing his stomach and saying, "Spit it out! I'm waiting for the feast."

  These words silenced the entire hall.

  The blatant disregard for Hu Yanzhen caused a collective gasp from the crowd.

  Hu Yanzhen, the protagonist, trembled with rage .

  "Boy, daring to ignore me, I think you're courting death!"

  He had been looking for a reason to attack, but now he didn't need one.

  In an instant, his martial spirit manifested, his entire body covered in scales shimmering with diamond light.

  That was the characteristic of Hu Yanzhen's martial spirit, the Diamond Mammoth.

  "Boy, pay the price for your arrogance!"

  He stomped heavily on the ground, and the next moment, his bulky body shot out like a cannonball.

  The already short distance was covered, and he instantly appeared in front of Lan Minghua.

  Raising a fist the size of a cooking pot, he slammed it down towards Lan Minghua's head, the blow ruthless.

  The eyes of those present gleamed with excitement; they all wanted to see a good show before the banquet began.

  "What's going on?"

  Lan Minghua hadn't expected Hu Yanzhen to break through his defenses and attack so directly. He truly lived up to his reputation as the most headstrong person in Douluo Continent.

  However, he didn't want to be watched like a monkey. He withdrew his right hand and slapped Hu Yanzhen across the face with even greater speed.

  Hu Yanzhen didn't sense a single fluctuation of soul power and completely disregarded the slap.

  His face was already covered in diamond scales, which he believed would be enough to withstand it.

  He thought that as long as his fist hit Lan Minghua's head, trading injury for injury, he would definitely not lose out.

  However, he had miscalculated one thing from beginning to end.

  That was Lan Minghua's strength.

  The instant Lan Minghua's palm landed on Hu Yanzhen's face, the seemingly indestructible diamond scale armor shattered.

  The next instant, ripples appeared on his old face, and teeth mixed with blood gushed from his mouth.

  "Crack!"

  With a crisp sound, Hu Yanzhen's head spun twice clockwise under the slap.

  Then, his heavy body felt an irresistible force, spinning rapidly in the air like a top.

  With a series of crackling sounds, Hu Yanzhen's bones exploded, blood splattered all over the ground, and his entire body was strangely twisted into a pretzel.

  With a thud, he landed directly on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

  Hu Yanzhen, the sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect, was dead.

  Everyone present stared wide-eyed, their eyes filled with disbelief.

  A dignified level 86 defensive Soul Master had actually been killed by Lan Minghua with a single slap.

  Seeing this, Oscar swallowed hard and said, "Master, this is a joyous occasion for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to let this big guy bleed on the spot?"

  Lan Minghua rolled his eyes and walked towards the empty seat.

  Then, in a calm tone, though his voice wasn't loud, everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School could hear him.

  "What nonsense are you talking about? Blood is red, and it's a joyous occasion. What's wrong with that? Hurry up and prepare the feast; I haven't even eaten anything yet."

  (End of Chapter)

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