บท 192: Mysterious Young Man
Boom!
The moment He Jun shouted his surrender, the entire grassland shook and the energy distorted. Immediately, Xia Ping felt a gentle energy surround him, making him unable to move.
In just a moment, the grassland disappeared and returned to its original state, revealing a vast training hall. The huge pit in the ground also disappeared, turning into a cement floor.
The two separated.
With a thud, He Jun lay quietly on the cement floor. His eyes revealed a look of relief after surviving a calamity. Beside his hand lay a piece of black scrap metal. Clearly, it was the long saber on his body.
"He Jun admits defeat. Huang automatically wins the match! At this time, mechanical voices sounded out from all around the training hall.
Beep!
The moment the results of the competition were announced, Xia Ping received the 400 million federation coins from the Black Moon Tower account. It was extremely efficient, and He Jun naturally lost 400 million.
"No way!" "Has He Jun actually lost?"
"Is a dignified second stage of the martial artist realm expert not this boy's match?!"
"Not only is he not his opponent, but he's basically powerless to fight back at all." Just a single strike was enough to turn He Jun into a dead dog. Even his long blade was turned into scrap metal. Such power is simply frightening."
"It's indeed too terrifying. Is he still a First stage of the martial artist realm ? "What's with this power?"
"When a fist strikes, it is as if a violent ape has appeared." That wave of power is incomparably tyrannical, destroying everything. "It isn't something normal people can defend themselves against."
"Such a technique has already reached the realm of perfection." Only a Grandmaster can use it."
"This kid wasn't lying previously." "He's definitely a monstrous martial artist that can suppress the world."
"I didn't expect He Jun to be so experienced." He's a cunning old fox. Now, he has failed miserably. "This kid is definitely pretending to be weak to trick He Jun."
"Damn, why is this kid so cunning?" All of us have been tricked by him. "We can't tell at all."
"We thought that the other party was a fool, but who knew that this kid was secretly laughing at us for being stupid."
"We have to be wary of this bastard." "He might even be a peerless demon king, a ferocious dragon crossing the river."
When they saw He Jun being defeated with a single punch, the expressions of the numerous spectators went pale, and they were repeatedly shocked. They originally thought that Xia Ping would definitely lose and be killed with a single strike.
However, who would have thought that the situation would take a turn for the worse? With just a punch, He Jun was sent flying like a dead dog, unable to retaliate at all and displaying overwhelming strength.
Even though these Black Moon Tower martial artists were all experienced and knowledgeable, they had never seen such a formidable martial artist.
Some people also remembered that they had previously mocked this kid. He was foolish and rich, a rookie who had just come to the Black Moon Tower. He was a fat sheep who had given He Jun money on purpose.
But now, the opponent had displayed his invincible strength and defeated He Jun easily, winning 400 million Federation coins. It was unknown who was the real fool.
When they thought of this, their faces turned red. They wished they could dig a hole and bury their heads in it. They were very ashamed.
…
Meanwhile, in the dueling hall.
Xia Ping looked at He Jun who had barely managed to stand up and had raised his brows. "You actually chose to admit defeat?" You're too spineless; why didn't you counterattack? "Didn't you say you wanted to teach me a lesson?"
Counterattack my ass!
He Jun's nose was crooked from anger, and he felt extremely aggrieved. He wanted to counterattack, but he had been half crippled by a single punch. More than ten of his ribs were broken, and he was seriously injured. How was he supposed to counterattack? This bastard made it sound so easy.
Thinking about how he lost the competition and lost 400 million federal coins, his heart ached terribly. If he had known that this bastard was so terrifying, he would never have dueled with him.
But it was too late to say anything now.
"You've won, but don't be complacent. "Sooner or later, I'll win it back." He Jun gritted his teeth and glared fiercely at Xia Ping. He was unwilling to be outdone.
"Unconvinced?"
Xia Ping cast a sidelong glance. "Do you want to fight again?" "Let's bet 800 million federal coins this time!"
This bastard!
He Jun was enraged to the point of death by Xia Ping's words, and he could be considered to have been rendered speechless. The gap in strength between the two of them was too great, and it wasn't a slight difference in victory but an absolute advantage.
If he did it again, he was sure that he would still lose. This bastard clearly wanted to cheat him of his money. Did he really think that he, He Jun, was a fool and a fat sheep? Too hateful!
He gritted his teeth. He no longer wanted to talk to this bastard. He turned and left the dueling hall, limping and looking miserable.
Xia Ping left as well.
In a few minutes, the two of them arrived at the first floor of the Black Moon Tower.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Instantly, all the martial artists present focused their attention on these two people, especially Xia Ping. This fellow had just displayed his formidable martial strength and was an absolutely formidable opponent.
"He Jun!"
All of a sudden, a group of people walked over from the distant crowd. The person in the lead was a young man who was 1.85 meters tall. He wore white clothes, and in the middle was a huge blood-colored palm print. His entire body emitted a bloody aura, as if there were many vengeful spirits lingering around him.
Everyone revealed looks of fear when they saw this, and they all made way for this group of people to walk over. They didn't dare to stop them at all, and this group of people was used to being overbearing and tyrannical.
He Jun was stunned when he saw the young man appear. His eyes were filled with shock, and his entire body was trembling. He had never expected to see this young man here.
"Young… Young Master Liu!"
He Jun looked at the young man and was at a loss.
With a smack, the young man suddenly struck out. Like a bolt of lightning, he struck He Jun's face, sending him flying. Two of his front teeth flew out, and a red palm mark quickly appeared.
Meanwhile, He Jun was sent flying a few meters away. He fell to the ground and was in extreme pain. However, he did not dare to scream. He endured it with all his might and scrambled back.
"He Jun!"
The young man said it coldly. His eyes were like venomous snakes. "You have disappointed me too much." I gave you elixirs to raise you to the second stage of the martial artist realm; how could you lose to others? "Is it to embarrass me?"
His voice was as cold as the wind and snow, making one shiver uncontrollably.
"Sorry, Young Master Liu. "I've embarrassed you." He Jun knelt like a dog on the ground.His whole body was trembling. He did not even dare to raise his head and was speaking in a low voice.
The reason why he was able to clear his second aperture so quickly was not only because he obtained the Black Moon Tower's training but also because this young man in front of him had given him a precious medicinal pill.
Relying on this pill, the true qi in his body surged, and he took this opportunity to break through to the second stage martial artist.
However, there was a price to pay. He had to be this young man's subordinate. He had to be his loyal dog.
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