"Just an ant, daring to show your fangs in front of me." The Ye family disciple sneered, slashing horizontally with his long sword to block Lin Hu's strike.
With a loud boom, Lin Hu's axe shattered the moment it touched the Ye family disciple's longsword, sending Lin Hu flying backward.
"What?"
Yu Ying and the others' faces changed dramatically, their eyes filled with anxiety. They knew the gap between them and these prodigies was too great; just in terms of weapons, there was no comparison.
The Ye family disciples' weapons were far stronger than Lin Hu's, like a paper knife fighting against a steel blade. With the first strike and the weapon lost, how could they fight next?
However, what Yu Ying and the others didn't expect was that after Lin Hu was sent flying, he showed no fear, as if he had already known this would happen. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he charged at the Ye family disciples like a spring.
"Drawing the Star into the Body!"
Lin Hu roared angrily, roaring like a tiger in the forest. Five star spots appeared on his fist, and the entire fist gradually turned into stars.
"Buzz!"
Even without his weapon, Lin Hu's momentum did not diminish at all; instead, he erupted with a fearless bravery.
The Ye family disciples' faces had already turned the color of pig liver. Seeing Lin Hu's punch coming at them, they hurriedly swung their swords to strike hard.
Yu Ying and the others closed their eyes, not daring to look. How could flesh and blood withstand a sharp long sword?
With a loud explosion, the entire arena erupted in gasps. This time, Lin Hu didn't move an inch. His fists, covered in stars, froze in midair, while the Ye family disciple spat blood wildly. His sword slipped from his hand, sending him flying backward.
"What?"
All the powerful figures present were shocked. The elite disciple of the Ye family, a Nine-Star Destiny Holder, had actually been defeated by a mere mercenary—and barehanded.
The Ye family disciple rolled far away, spitting out seven or eight mouthfuls of blood, looking as miserable as possible.
"Star ...!"
Lin Hu roared again, his body slightly arched, his star power circulating, ready to strike once more.
"Stop, stop, stop! If you make another move, he'll die!" Long Chen hurriedly called for a stop. He hadn't expected that this Ye family disciple was actually a paper tiger, a complete fool.
It turned out that Lin Hu had a very solid foundation in the Star River and Firmament Technique, had learned to sense stars, and found the corresponding stars. However, he usually relied solely on this technique for cultivation, and Long Chen hadn't yet taught them how to draw stars into their bodies.
The main concern was to avoid causing too much of a stir, as the Long family might intervene to stop them from leaving. Long Chen knew that leaving their homeland was hard to leave, and if the Long family played the family card, they wouldn't be able to leave.
However, they already had the conditions to draw the star into his body. When Long Chen told him the key technique, he immediately mastered it. That punch just now was the result of drawing the star into his body.
Long Chen also taught him a move—a simple technique for channeling energy after drawing stars into the body. According to Long Chen's calculations, this third move would definitely defeat that Ye family disciple.
Because as soon as Long Chen saw the brat's arrogant face, he knew he wouldn't go all out at first. He wanted to humiliate Lin Hu like a cat playing with a mouse, and only defeated him at the very end.
However, Long Chen hadn't expected this guy to be so arrogant. Facing Lin Hu's full-force attack, he only used seventy percent of his strength to defend, and the first blow nearly made him cough up blood.
This is also why, when Lin Hu's Star Arm was struck, his face turned a pig liver color—it was a sign of holding it in.
He forced back a mouthful of blood that was about to spit. He was a man who cared about his pride—if he got beaten and coughed up blood on the first blow, how would he survive in the future?
As a result, holding his breath, he couldn't gather all his strength to its peak and was severely injured by Lin Hu's punch, blood gushing everywhere.
Lin Hu always remembered the three moves Long Chen had taught him, because Long Chen told him that no matter how the opponent changed their moves, his rhythm should not be disrupted. So, he didn't care how the opponent was acting and would unleash a third move. If he did, the Ye family disciple would surely die.
Originally, this guy's life or death had nothing to do with Long Chen, but as the chief referee, it felt a bit unreasonable for Long Chen to be beaten to death in front of him.
Long Chen stopped Lin Hu. Lin Hu looked at the Ye family disciple staggering to his feet, momentarily stunned. He couldn't believe he had actually defeated an elite disciple.
"I haven't lost, I still want to ... Pfft... The
Ye family disciple roared in anger, suddenly spitting out another mouthful of blood. As soon as he spat out the blood, he lost all strength and instantly collapsed to the ground.
"Whoosh."
Long Chen waved his golden scepter, and Lin Hu and the Ye family disciple were teleported out at the same time. At that moment, all the powerful figures in the arena looked utterly baffled. Is it really over?
"Young people, don't be too arrogant. There's a saying: 'Rats hide on high terraces, qilin lie in the fields.'"
Just as someone in the ivory tower doesn't necessarily have a superiority, and likewise, just as someone in a low-lying area doesn't mean they're always a head lower.
When everyone is on an equal stage, the true strength is revealed. The wind reveals the strength of the grass, and the flames reveal true gold. Do you still have any objections now? Long Chen looked at the Ye family disciple and said.
"I refuse to accept this!" The Ye family disciple roared angrily.
"Damn it, you don't understand plain language, huh? Fine, I'll give you a chance!"
Long Chen cursed, swinging his golden staff. Two beams of golden light shot out from the spectator seats, pulling the two back onto the arena.
"The match continues!" Long Chen shouted loudly.
At the same time, Long Chen gave Lin Hu a look, clearly signaling to beat him to death until he gave in.
Lin Hu understood Long Chen's gaze and charged at the Ye family disciples like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. These days, they had suffered plenty from these men's anger—their words were too vicious. Lin Hu finally seized the opportunity and swung his fists at the Ye family disciples, delivering a fierce beating.
At first, the Ye family disciple tried to block with his long sword, but the sword was knocked away by Lin Hu's Star Arm. Then came the sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping, followed by the Ye family disciple's screams.
"I admit ... I ... I give up."
After Lin Hu punched the Ye family disciple, he was smashed like a spineless animal, crying and screaming for his mother.
Long Chen pretended not to hear, took out a small knife, and focused on his nails. The screams on the arena didn't dampen his cheerful mood at all.
"Hey, why are you in that position? Get down quickly!"
At that moment, an angry shout came from below Long Chen. He looked down and saw that the area below the Qiao area had somehow been filled with people. These people were dressed in referee uniforms, glaring at him angrily.
"Blind?" Can't see what is this? Long Chen shook the golden scepter in his hand and asked.
"You?"
These judges had never met Long Chen before, nor did they know he was the chief judge here. Now, seeing the golden scepter, they felt like they were going crazy. What was the Long family up to, making a disciple the chief judge? Isn't this just nonsense?
"Stop!"
At that moment, a referee rushed onto the arena and kicked Lin Hu, who was frantically beating the Ye family disciples.
"Who told you to flatter me?"
However, at the very moment he made his move, Long Chen's figure appeared on the arena, his golden staff striking the referee's calf.