Chapter 74

"Was it you who said that just now?"

Zhao Tiezhu sneered. He found it strange that Yi Yun hadn’t died after jumping from a cliff dozens of feet high. He didn’t believe anyone could have such good luck; he thought Yi Yun had probably used some trick to fool the laborers who were hardening their bones.

Zhao Tiezhu originally thought that today would be a challenge from a warrior with some skills. He could simply overpower and kill the opponent with his overwhelming strength. However, he didn’t expect that the one who appeared would be a little monkey like Yi Yun.

This way, it was impossible to establish his authority. How could killing a little monkey whose height only reached his chest establish his authority?

Now, Zhao Tiezhu was thinking about how to torture Yi Yun to death, using the most painful and terrifying methods.

"Of course it was me. Are you just saying nonsense?" Yi Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression clearly showing that he thought it was a stupid question to ask.

"Ha!" Zhao Tiezhu looked at Yi Yun as if he were an idiot. He couldn’t understand why this kid wasn’t thinking straight. At this moment, couldn’t he predict what his fate would be? "Little brat, you’ve offended me today. You’re dead for sure. Kneel down and give me a hundred kowtows, then crawl under my crotch. Will you do it yourself, or should I force you to do it?"

Zhao Tiezhu sneered, and Yi Yun looked at him with the same disdainful gaze. "I’m here today to claim a spot, not to listen to your nonsense."

When Yi Yun said this, the entire audience was stunned.

People only now realized that Yi Yun had come to the arena today not to deliberately provoke Zhao Tiezhu or to cause trouble, but to stand on this platform and fight Zhao Tiezhu to win a spot in the Divine Kingdom Selection!

Heaven, with his small frame, was he crazy?

He had only practiced for a month and was only twelve years old. How could he possibly compare to Zhao Tiezhu?

"Brother Yi..."

In the crowd, Zhou Xiaoke’s heart tightened. Did Brother Yi Yun know how powerful Zhao Tiezhu was?

To the commoners of the Lian Clan, the Warrior Preparatory Camp was like a pack of tigers and wolves. How could an ordinary person be his match, let alone a child like Yi Yun?

"Ha ha ha!" Zhao Tiezhu laughed, laughing so hard that he was bent over. It seemed to him that this was the funniest joke he had ever heard. "Little brat, are you crazy? You can’t possibly think that just because you learned some skills from Lord Zhang, you can defeat me and represent the Lian Clan in the Divine Kingdom Selection?"

When Zhao Tiezhu said this, the people in the Warrior Preparatory Camp burst into laughter.

"Brother Zhao, don’t waste time with this kid. He’s just a fool. He was just lucky to be chosen by Lord Zhang and now thinks he’s invincible!"

Many people joined in, and then a sharp, cruel female voice rang out: "Brother Tiezhu, break this kid’s legs and hang him up!"

The one who spoke was Lian Cuifang. Her voice was sharp and piercing, and how could Yi Yun forget it?

She was the one who led the villagers to attack Jiang Xiaorou with cow dung.

Yi Yun sneered and gave Lian Cuifang a deep look.

"What are you looking at, little brat? Do you think you can look at me? If you look again, I’ll gouge out your eyes!" Lian Cuifang was domineering. "Brother Tiezhu, kill this little brat!"

Lian Cuifang even threw a flirtatious glance at Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu clearly enjoyed this flirtation and laughed loudly. "Kid, it seems that after your illness, your brain has gone haywire. You, a lowly slave, a mud-legged peasant, want to participate in the Divine Kingdom Selection? Today, I’ll rip off your head and use it as a urinal!"

As Zhao Tiezhu spoke, he charged straight at Yi Yun.

He had a mocking smile on his face, and he extended his two large, iron-like hands to grab Yi Yun’s head. He wasn’t just saying it; he really intended to twist off Yi Yun’s head!

Zhao Tiezhu was very strong. How could an ordinary child withstand his grip?

Yi Yun didn’t move. He just stood still, extended his hands, and grabbed Zhao Tiezhu, using the same move!

Yi Yun’s hands and Zhao Tiezhu’s large hands were completely disproportionate!

When Zhao Tiezhu saw that this idiot actually dared to extend his hands, he sneered and also reached for Yi Yun’s hands. He changed his mind and decided to crush Yi Yun’s hands first!

The four hands met, and then there was a crisp "crack"!

Zhao Tiezhu’s face froze!

His lips twitched, and he looked at Yi Yun’s hands and his own hands in disbelief. In Yi Yun’s small hands, his large hands were already a bloody mess, with blood dripping continuously. Except for his thumbs, all eight fingers were twisted at strange angles, completely broken.

His hands had been crushed by Yi Yun!

Ah!

A heart-wrenching scream came from Zhao Tiezhu’s mouth!

Yi Yun looked at Zhao Tiezhu coldly. "You just called me a lowly slave? In this world, the weak are slaves, and the strong are masters. Whoever is stronger rules everything. I’ll tell you today who the lowly slave is."

As Yi Yun spoke, he took a step forward and delivered a simple knee strike to Zhao Tiezhu’s chest.

"Thud"

A dull sound, and Zhao Tiezhu’s massive body was sent flying by Yi Yun’s knee. His chest caved in, and his ribs were broken in an unknown number of places.

He fell heavily to the ground, blood streaming from his mouth, and his body convulsing uncontrollably, like a dog with a broken spine.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

People’s expressions were still frozen in the way they were a few seconds ago.

What... just happened?

Yi Yun had crushed Zhao Tiezhu’s hands and sent him flying with a knee strike!

Yi Yun’s slim body formed a stark contrast with Zhao Tiezhu’s massive frame, creating a powerful visual impact!

Was this a dream?

Lian Chengyu, who had been sitting steadily in his fur chair, suddenly stood up, his eyes fixed on Yi Yun!

Yi Yun, a slave who collected herbs, usually couldn’t even get enough to eat and looked like a beggar. In the Lian Clan, he was the kind of person whose death wouldn’t even cause a ripple.

And yet, he had defeated Zhao Tiezhu in one move!

Where did his martial arts come from?

Could it really be that he had learned martial arts from Zhang Yuxian in just one month and defeated Zhao Tiezhu?

How could this be possible!?

Lian Chengyu clenched his fists so hard that his nails almost pierced his palms.

The entire venue remained silent, and for over a dozen breaths, no one made a sound. People were still in shock.

Even Zhou Xiaoke, who had been worried about Yi Yun, was staring with wide, black eyes, completely stunned. Was this real? That ferocious, tower-like Zhao Tiezhu had actually been defeated by Brother Yi Yun!

Yi Yun retracted his fist and casually tidied up his tattered clothes.

This was Yi Yun’s first act of violence.

In the past, Yi Yun’s fists had landed on rocks, which were hard and hurt his hands. Today, they landed on a person, soft yet firm. Yi Yun didn’t feel any difficulty in accepting the fact that he had directly disabled someone. Perhaps it was because he had adapted to the survival rules of this primitive and brutal world.

He knew very well that if he were to be a compassionate, bloodless monk in this world, he would eventually be devoured, leaving no bones behind.

Yi Yun lightly moved his ten fingers and turned to look at Lian Cuifang.

"You said you wanted to break my legs and hang me up? And gouge out my eyes?"

As Yi Yun spoke, he slowly walked towards Lian Cuifang.