days of intensive research, his understanding of formations had risen dramatically.Previously, the mastery of formations mainly lay in breaking them. Now, there have been significant advancements in t...At his words, all eyes turned to Dong.

If half an hour ago, everyone still thought that this eastward advance could be a complete victory, at least holding an absolute advantage, but now things are different.

Ye Tian displayed astonishing power, blasting Huang Chengzhou, who was also ranked as a Grandmaster, with a single punch.

And he was just a servant. As for how capable the young man sitting on the stage truly was, everything remained unknown.

This way, many people are extremely excited. As spectators watching the show, of course, the better both sides fight, the more exciting the battle.

At this moment, the expression on his face as he faced east was extremely grim, completely trapped in a predicament with no easy way out.

He saw Ye Tian's punch clearly just now, it was at least the cultivation of a mid-stage Earth Grade. He didn't have much chance of winning if he made a move himself.

He couldn't just stand by. Huang Chengchou, no matter what he said, was here to help him. Now that he had been killed with a single punch, if he didn't avenge his friend, he feared he would never be able to hold his head high in the martial arts world again.

At the same time, he secretly rejoiced in his heart that he had already broken through to the threshold of the middle stage of the Earth Rank, otherwise he would have died this time.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Ye Bufan said again, "Master Xiang, aren't you here to seek revenge Why don't you make a move"

"Boy, this is what you asked for."

Now that it's come to this, Donglai has no way out. He steps into the center of the courtyard and says to Ye Tian: "Come on, let me show you what a true master is today."

Ye Tian took a step forward, his voice cold as he said: "Come."

Before, everyone thought he was a taciturn man, but after witnessing his ruthlessness, no one dared to underestimate him again.

“Get ready, here I come.”

Toward the East came on with a fierce air, though in his heart he had no assurance of victory.

So instead of shouting like Huang Chengchou, demanding three moves from his opponent, he struck first.

With a light tap of his toes on the ground, he launched himself into the air, soaring seven or eight meters high. He looked like a bird taking flight.

Then, with a downwards strike from the head to the feet, he aimed a palm strike towards Ye Tian's crown.

Seeing the Grandmaster make his official move, everyone around was extremely excited.

"Is this what they call light work Could it all be true"

"Amazing, as expected from Grandmaster Xiang Donglai. This isn't something a normal human could do."

"I thought this was just made up for TV, now I realize we were too naive."

Some people took out their phones to record Dong Lai, but unfortunately, the other party was too fast. All they captured was a blur, and nothing could be seen clearly.

Compared to the flashy moves of the eastward-coming fighter, Ye Tian remained simple and unadorned. He looked up and met the incoming punch with one of his own.

Their fists met, and the two immediately clashed in a brutal exchange of blows.

Even though the opponent had killed Huang Chengchou with a single punch, from Xiangdong's perspective, he wasn't that much taller than himself.

Unexpectedly, upon the clash of fists, a wave of immense force surged towards him. A sharp pain shot through his palm, as if it were about to shatter at any moment.

Luckily, he was in mid-air and could fly backwards for tens of meters directly.

Xiang Dong came to a halt, his feet landing firmly. He then took three or four steps back, his face flushed crimson. A tumultuous surge of qi and blood coursed through his body, his chest constricted with an almost unbearable pressure. Had he not suppressed it with all his might, he would have spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow, that's impressive."

He was shocked to the core, he hadn't expected Ye Tian's cultivation to have already reached the peak of the middle stage of Earth Grade, only a hair's breadth away from the later stage.

It seems that relying on brute force won't lead to victory; we need to find other ways to succeed.

Having come this far, Donglai was also a veteran of battle. He immediately changed his strategy, using his agility and speed to stand side-by-side with Ye Tian.

But he soon discovered that Ye Tian not only possessed great strength, but also astonishing speed, which put him at a disadvantage in this area as well.

After just a few moves, he was completely suppressed by Ye Tian and was in a complete disadvantage.

At this point, Dong Lai could no longer care about the Grandmaster's face and had to resort to his trump card.

"Spinning knife."

After a loud shout, two cold lights flew out of his hand and slashed towards Ye Tian's face and abdomen.

The returner is an eastern, last-resort technique that has not been used in many years. Today, it was only used out of desperation as a final trump card.

His two pair of throwing knives were specially made weapons, about a foot long. They could be used both as melee weapons and as hidden weapons, incredibly sharp.

Seeing this grandmaster, Xiang Donglai, forced to use weapons shocked many people present. They all gasped in astonishment.

Facing two whirling blades, Ye Tian showed no sign of panic.

He ducked to avoid the first strike, then leaped into the air to dodge the second. Then, he lunged forward at Dong Lai, his right fist moving like a bolt of lightning and slamming into Dong Lai's chest.

Xiang Dong's lips curled into a cold smile. It seemed this young man lacked combat experience and didn't know how powerful his returning knife was.

The throwing knives were his ultimate skill because they could be used both offensively and defensively, with unmatched precision.

Just as Ye Tian had just dodged, the spinning knife swiftly flew back, slashing towards his back of the neck with one blade and his waist with the other.

And the two swords were incredibly fast, swift as lightning. If Ye Tian hadn't dodged, he would have been cut down by the swords.

Because of this, Xiang Dong completely ignored Ye Tian's punch. In his view, unless the other party was desperate, they would definitely retract their fist and dodge his killing move.

To his utter astonishment, the opponent completely ignored his spinning knife, showing no intention of dodging whatsoever. Instead, he launched a powerful punch straight towards his chest, as if a celestial dragon was descending from the heavens.

"This…"

Doesn't this kid have any sense of self-preservation

Although Xiang Dong came was shocked, he wasn't panicked. In his view, his own pair of spinning blades would be faster than the opponent's fist no matter what.

As expected, the two whirling knives, as fast as lightning, slashed at Ye Tian's neck and lower back. The onlookers gasped because this young man was bound to be splattered with blood on the spot.

A shocking scene unfolded. The whirling blade slashed at Ye Tian's body, but only produced a clinking sound of metal against metal before being deflected away. There was no bloodstains, and not even a scratch.

"My god, he's a master of horizontal training!"

Xiang Dong was utterly astonished at this moment. No wonder the other party ignored his two swords; they had already reached a state of invulnerability to blades and weapons.

At this moment, Ye Tian's fist was already at his chest. There was no time to dodge anymore, so he could only do his best and slap out with a palm.

But obviously it was too late, and in his hasty counterattack he didn't even use half his strength.

Their fists collided. Ye Tian's punch, powerful and heavy, tore open his opponent's palm before smashing into his chest with a resounding impact.

"Click!"

A sickening crunch echoed through the air as the blow landed. Though it didn't completely obliterate Xiang Dong, the punch shattered his ribs and caved in a large portion of his chestbone.

The whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, blood spraying wildly in mid-air.

"Master!"

Xiahou Ao shouted and rushed over to catch him.

But it was no use. He vomited blood, mixed with entrails, mouthfuls at a time, until finally his eyes rolled back and he died.ep me here!""This is what you get for yourself. When my son comes, 500,000 won won't even be enough."The old man clapped his hands and shouted to those around him, "Son, come out!"By now, hundreds of...