Chapter 1692
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However, if he really wanted to drink, it would be too much of a waste if he only fought Meng Ke, so he might as well finish her in one go.
"Alright." The referee nodded and turned to Meng Tian. "Meng Tian, come down and accept the challenge. You can't reject contestant No. 8."
"Heh … Interesting …" Meng Tian's lips curled up, revealing a bone-chilling smile.
A second later, Meng Tian jumped down from the Top 10 seats and swiftly leaped onto the stage.
"I need to remind everyone that this competition doesn't go overboard. If you act improperly, you'll bear the consequences yourself." After saying that, the referee immediately walked off the stage.
At this moment, there were a total of three people standing on the huge arena.
"Junior Sister Meng Ke, how about I watch from the side?" Meng Tian suggested to Meng Ke with a grin.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Senior Brother Meng Tian, don't attack. Let me do it." Meng Ke icily walked toward Ye Wanwan.
…
Ye Wanwan's right hand was lightly placed on the gourd at her waist.
However, after a moment of thought, Ye Wanwan loosened the gourd. There was no need to drink too urgently. She'd test whether there was too big a gap between her and a so-called S-rank mercenary first.
Swish!
Meng Ke's palm shot out like a rainbow piercing through the sun, soft and ruthless.
This palm was immensely powerful. If a normal mercenary was hit, they would be severely injured even if they didn't die.
"So fast …"
Ye Wanwan was surprised. Meng Ke was worthy of being an S-rank mercenary. Whether it was strength or speed, they approached perfection.
However, a second later, Ye Wanwan didn't move from the stage. In Ye Wanwan's eyes, Meng Ke's speed seemed to have been infinitely slowed down, and the trajectory of her moves became clear.
In the VIP seats, Lord Asura's icy gaze never shifted. The moment Meng Ke made her move, Lord Asura had already stood up without batting an eyelid, as though he was ready to stop the match at any moment. Ji Xiuran happened to notice his actions.
…
"Boom!"
All of a sudden, a deafening explosion erupted above the arena.
Ye Wanwan instinctively attacked Meng Ke with the Merciful Palm.
To Ye Wanwan at her current stage, her strongest attack was a passive one. Even if she knew the ultimate technique, the Merciful Palm, if she were to initiate an attack, it would be useless.
A second later, Ye Wanwan and Meng Ke's palms met, and a mysterious force burst forth from Ye Wanwan's palm, neutralizing a portion of Meng Ke's force.
"Hehe, you?" Meng Ke sneered and pushed her right arm forward.
Instantly, an enormous palm force enveloped Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan swiftly retreated backward.
It was clear who was superior.
After Ye Wanwan steadied herself, she composed herself. She could make do with A-rank mercenaries, but it was unrealistic for her to defeat a true S-rank mercenary without drinking.
Jiang Yan was confused. That ugly woman … He didn't see wrong … She was the vixen from the Fearless Alliance, right … Bro Flattop couldn't beat Meng Ke???
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