Chapter 87

"Sis, Xiao Yan’s situation doesn’t seem to be good," Xiao Ning said with some trepidation, looking at Xiao Yan who had lost his weapon in the arena.

Xiao Yu’s pretty face was solemn, and she said gloomily, "I don’t care if he dies. He just wanted to act like a hero. Now, he hasn’t become a hero, but he’s been humiliated and lost all his dignity." After a brief silence, Xiao Yu sighed, "Prepare to save him. I think that bastard Jia Luo wants to deal a heavy blow."

Xiao Ning nodded awkwardly but didn’t dare to upset her again.

Compared to the anxious Xiao Yu and Xiao Ning, Xun Er appeared extremely calm. Her eyes scanned the arena where Xiao Yan was at a disadvantage, and a faint smile played on her lips.

Xiao Yan sidestepped awkwardly to avoid Jia Luo’s attack. Just as he retreated, Jia Luo, whose speed was enhanced by a wind-type technique, quickly followed up. His hand clenched, and with a fierce expression, he aimed a heavy blow at Xiao Yan’s head.

Behind him, a wall had appeared. Although there was no place to retreat, Xiao Yan’s face remained as calm as water. He slowly exhaled, and a pale yellow fighting aura surged from his fist. With a fierce and unstoppable momentum, he was about to clash with Jia Luo for the first time.

Seeing Xiao Yan choose to clash head-on with Jia Luo, the crowd around them couldn’t help but be surprised. The gap between their levels was clearly very wide. If Xiao Yan continued to dodge, he could drag it out a bit longer, but if he chose to clash, he would undoubtedly be defeated on the spot.

Just as everyone felt sorry for Xiao Yan, his tightly clenched fist suddenly opened, and a sudden, powerful, invisible force appeared out of nowhere, striking Jia Luo’s chest from a distance.

Hit by an unknown force, Jia Luo’s rapidly advancing figure was directly repelled backward. His face turned pale, and his eyes, filled with ferocity, flashed with panic: "What kind of fighting technique is this? How can it be so mysterious?"

Seeing Jia Luo suddenly fly backward in the air, many people present were filled with surprise.

"Absorption Palm!"

Xiao Yan’s open palm was aimed at the flying Jia Luo. He chose the best moment with extreme precision, and a powerful suction force pulled Jia Luo toward him.

Being tossed around in the air like a ball, Jia Luo became extremely enraged. He gritted his teeth, looking at the increasingly close Xiao Yan, and a cruel expression appeared on his face. His right fist clenched tightly, and a green fighting aura rapidly condensed on its surface, forming a small vortex: "Low-grade Earth Rank Fighting Technique: Green Wind Spiral Fist!"

The fist, moving through the air, produced a sharp whistling sound. The immense wind pressure actually blew away all the debris on the ground around Xiao Yan.

Narrowing his eyes, Xiao Yan felt the powerful wind pressure coming toward him. His face gradually became serious. After a moment of stillness, his body suddenly spun around, and his right foot stomped hard on the wall, leaving a footprint about half an inch deep. Using the wall’s counterforce, Xiao Yan’s body spun in the air, and his right leg formed a strange angle, making his soft trousers seem as hard as steel.

"Eight Extremes Collapse!"

Tight-lipped, Xiao Yan’s face was grim. After nearly perfect preparation in the air, his right foot finally collided with Jia Luo’s heavy punch under everyone’s watchful eyes.

"Don’t think you’re the only one who’s a Three-star Fighter!"

At the moment of impact, a yellow fighting aura rapidly surged from Xiao Yan’s right leg, and a faint voice made Jia Luo’s face change abruptly.

"Bang!" The collision produced a dull sound, like a muffled thunder, spreading from the point of impact.

"Crack!" At the moment of impact, the sound of bones breaking was heard, and Xiao Yan and Jia Luo were both thrown backward.

His body hit the wall behind him heavily, and Xiao Yan felt a sweetness in his throat, unable to hold back a spurt of fresh blood, which sprinkled the ground.

Seeing Xiao Yan spitting blood, the surrounding mercenaries sighed in pity. However, just as they thought Xiao Yan had lost, the Jia Luo who had also been thrown to the ground suddenly clutched his right hand and rolled on the ground, howling in agony.

Among the onlookers, there were some with keen eyes. When they saw Jia Luo’s almost deformed arm, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, then their faces were filled with shock.

The somewhat noisy street suddenly fell silent. Many eyes looked in shock at the young man panting heavily by the wall. After a while, cheers erupted.

Xiao Yu, with her small red lips slightly open, looked at the Jia Luo howling on the ground in disbelief and said, "That little bastard actually won?"

"It seems so. That guy’s hand was broken by Xiao Yan..." Xiao Ning swallowed, the ferocity of Xiao Yan’s attack reminded him of his own miserable state last time. However, Jia Luo’s condition this time was clearly ten times worse than his. Looking at the bone protruding through Jia Luo’s flesh, Xiao Ning knew that the guy’s hand was probably ruined.

Hearing Xiao Ning’s confirmation, Xiao Yu was speechless for a moment, then glared fiercely at the panting Xiao Yan: "It turns out this little bastard had already advanced to Fighter. No wonder he was so confident."

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After sitting on the ground for about ten minutes, Xiao Yan slowly got up. He glanced coldly at the dumbfounded Liu Xi not far away, dragged his already numb right foot, picked up the iron rod beside him, and walked with a fierce expression toward the howling Jia Luo on the ground. Jia Luo’s earlier attack had revealed his intent to kill. For someone who wanted to take his life, Xiao Yan would not show unnecessary mercy.

Lying on the ground, Jia Luo’s face was full of hatred and panic as he watched Xiao Yan approach. Swallowing, he saw the killing intent in Xiao Yan’s eyes and hurriedly said, "I surrender!"

Xiao Yan’s face was expressionless, as if he hadn’t heard. He gripped the iron rod tighter.

Seeing the cold young man in the arena, even the mercenaries, who were used to living on the edge, felt a chill. The current Xiao Yan was hard to associate with the smiling young man of the past.

Stopping, Xiao Yan looked down at Jia Luo from above and suddenly smiled, revealing a row of clean white teeth, which made Jia Luo’s heart chill. Only now did he realize that the young man who usually hid behind a gentle facade had a heart even more ruthless than his.

"Die, trash..."

With a light laugh, the killing intent in Xiao Yan’s dark eyes suddenly surged. The black iron rod in his hand, whistling through the air, struck down heavily on Jia Luo’s head.

(This is the third update from yesterday, ^_^, do you still have recommendation tickets?)