For Ye Chong, there was not much suspense in the battle. Prince Desnio and the others found the terrain too complicated for him. Back on the trash planet, he had to traverse much more complicated terrain every day.
He quickly discovered the location of the twelve people. Without pausing, he shot over like a bolt of lightning. Ye Chong leaped across the rocks of various heights with ease. His seemingly weak body was filled with explosive power with every step. It was as if there were springs under his feet. He could jump much further and much higher than the average person!
"Heavens! What am I seeing? What am I seeing? "Prince Desnio could not help but stand up and yell in excitement," Is this running? Or is he flying? I can't imagine anyone jumping like that. He's too fast, like a bolt of lightning. This completely defied gravity. Could it be that the strength of Grandmaster Ye's legs had already reached such a terrifying level? This is too amazing! Oh, I want to become Grandmaster Ye's disciple. If I can run like this one day, I'll definitely use my feet to measure every inch of our Eastern Cloud's territory! "
Many of the nobles had the same excitement in their eyes as Prince Desnio. They stared intently at the screen, their eyes glowing. Many of the nobles with powerful backgrounds were thinking of becoming Ye Chong's disciples. Ye Chong's amazing performance had won them over.
Prince Desnio was excited, but he remained calm. "Master Ye's performance is incredible, but it's too early to declare the winner of this duel. After all, our shooters are also very strong. Their parapsychic waves can move at the speed of light. Who will be the final victor? Master Ye? Or the shooters? Whatever the case, we can predict that once the two sides meet, it will be a fierce battle. "
Ye Chong's expression did not change at all. He quickly approached the 12 shooters. His running posture reminded one of a cheetah running at full speed in the forest, fluid and powerful.
In fact, this was much easier than the 12 shooters he faced last time. Last time, it was in an empty courtyard. This time, Ye Chong had the advantage. He could guarantee that he would not have to face more than three shooters at a time. Even when he had not improved his strength, it was not a big problem, let alone now.
Ye Chong had rested for a few days after the closed-door training. This time, he ran with all his might. The feeling of joy and contentment filled every cell in his body. He ran faster and faster, the wind roaring in his ears like thunder. Ye Chong's acceleration was truly like a ghost. On the big screen, his figure was already a blur, dragging a long shadow behind him.
This time, everyone stood up. They had never seen such a strange scene before. Amongst everyone, only Sun Sieha sat upright with a composed expression, and he drank red wine in an unhurried manner. Duke Warren stood up beside him with his mouth agape. He stared at the screen in a daze. On the other side, Ming Xiao wasn't any better. The glass of red wine in his hand had been smashed into pieces, and the red wine spilled all over him. However, he didn't care about it at all. He just stared at the blurry figure on the big screen.
The distance was too short for Ye Chong.
He could already see one of the 12 shooters, and Ye Chong had already slid down from the high ground. However, he did not slow down. Between the cracks in the rocks, he slithered forward like a strange black bolt of lightning. What would happen if he crashed into the rocks at this speed? Ye Chong did not seem to have any qualms about this, and succeeded! He was able to steer himself as he pleased, and none of the sharp rocks grazed the hem of his clothes.
Now that he was within range of the shooters, Ye Chong dared not be careless. While the shooters could not pose a threat to him, he did not want to lose, regardless of the circumstances.
His body began to vibrate at a low frequency. His strong body was the main reason why he could move so quickly.
The blurry figure on the big screen was now a blur. No one knew what was happening, except for Sun Sieha. However, this was enough to open the eyes of these self-proclaimed knowledgeable nobles, and Ye Chong became even more mysterious in their minds.
Ye Chong moved forward in a zigzag pattern with the tips of his feet on the rocks. The complicated terrain here was the perfect battlefield for him. He could easily find a foothold at any time.
Ye Chong's first target was George. Perhaps because of his grudge against Ye Chong, George was at the front of the group. Without a doubt, today was the most painful day of his life. Using the word 'painful' to describe it was not an exaggeration at all. However, he did not realize this yet. He was carefully searching with his parapsychic sense to see if he could find his opponent.
George was one of the best of the younger generation, and one of the best of the best. Duels were common among the nobles, especially for the younger generation. As for the battle between Duke Warren and Lord Ming Xiao, that was on a whole other level.
He was no stranger to fighting in the mountainous regions. He had been utterly humiliated just now. He had never been so humiliated in front of so many people before. More importantly, His Majesty would have a bad impression of him.
It was a terrible feeling!
At the thought of that abominable guy, George's teeth were clenched tightly.
Humiliation, the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered! He would avenge it himself!
While he could not fight back at all, he thought that it was a sneak attack. It was not a duel, and not a noble at all. "That damned country bumpkin!" George cursed Ye Chong in his heart.
"And that damned Shu Man'er." He glanced at Shu Man'er not far away. "That b * tch dared to trick me today. Hmph, let's wait and see." George did not think much of the Shu Family.
Just then, his vision blurred.
"What was that?" Before he could react, he felt his vision go black, and then he didn't know what happened.
Ye Chong moved quickly. A karate chop landed on George's carotid artery, and George collapsed.
The turn of events happened quickly, but experienced shooters like Mang reacted quickly. He shouted, "Everyone, watch out!" That was when the difference between the nobles and the experienced shooters like Mang became apparent. The nobles were all confused, not knowing what to do. On the other hand, shooters like Mang were already firing with their experience.
They could not lock onto Ye Chong, but they knew that in such a narrow space, Ye Chong would have little room to dodge. They did not care about their comrades. After all, the fluorescent beams were harmless to the human body. They wanted to win as a team. As long as they could defeat Ye Chong, it would not affect the final outcome even if someone on their side was hit. To everyone's surprise, Shu Man'er was also one of the shooters. Her flawless face was calm and composed. She did not panic at all. Her movements were very experienced. However, she did not fire, as if hesitating.
However, in terms of combat experience, these shooters were no match for Ye Chong. Besides, this was Ye Chong's specialty.
Long before the shooters made their move, Ye Chong had already picked up the unconscious George and threw him out like a sandbag.
As George tumbled in the air, he was immediately hit by hundreds of fluorescent beams. While the beams were harmless, they could penetrate clothes and leave fluorescent marks on the body, which would only disappear after three days. In just a few seconds, George's body was covered in fluorescent spots. His clothes were riddled with holes, and his insides were visible.
The noblewomen in the audience room covered their mouths and giggled. Some of the middle-aged noblewomen looked like they wanted to pounce on Ye Chong.
Boom! George, who had been thrown out like a sandbag, hit one of the shooters. Poor George was now unrecognizable after Ye Chong's torture. He had crashed into the rocks a few times, and now looked like a pig's head.
The shooters were shocked that they could not lock onto Ye Chong's position.
The big screen captured the shocked expressions of the shooters. The nobles in the audience had lost their composure, and looked at each other. What had happened to the shooters? Ming Xiao's expression was the most interesting. Mang, who was participating in the duel, was his valiant general. If it wasn't a shocking change, his expression wouldn't have changed.
But what had happened to them?
Mang felt a chill run down his spine. If he had not seen the person with his own eyes, he would have thought that the person was a ghost. That was the only way to explain why his parapsychic sense could not lock onto Ye Chong. However, Mang was an experienced shooter. He did not panic, but suppressed his shock. His mind raced. His opponent must have used some method to evade his parapsychic sense, but what was it?
Ye Chong did not give Mang time to think. He suddenly disappeared behind a boulder.
This disappearance put even more pressure on the shooters. They looked around, their faces full of panic.
Shu Man 'er's pretty face was as white as snow. She leaned her back against a stone pillar, as if it could give her a sense of security.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind her. Her neck went numb, and she fell to the ground. Her laser gun fell to the ground.
The shooters had been watching their surroundings with their parapsychic sense. They could not find Ye Chong, but they could easily see Shu Man'er falling to the ground. However, when they turned their attention to Shu Man'er, she was already flying towards them.
Seeing Shu Man'er's beautiful face with her eyes closed, the two nobles exchanged a look. Neither of them had the heart to shoot. They nodded and reached out their arms to catch Shu Man'er. How could a beautiful woman like Shu Man'er withstand the impact of crashing into the boulder? Even if no one died, just a scratch on the skin would be an endless regret!
Seeing Shu Man'er's pitiful face in the air, the two nobles only had one thought in mind. If they could save Miss Shu Man'er, they would not mind losing.
And so, they got what they wanted!
Shu Man'er was thrown with great force. The two nobles took a step back, and their backs hit the boulder. The two nobles spat out mouthfuls of blood. Their eyes rolled back into their heads, and they fell to the ground with Shu Man'er in their arms.
Mang was shocked. The series of events had happened too quickly. He wanted to stop the two nobles from acting foolishly, but they were already incapacitated.
"Damn it!" Mang could not help but curse. This guy was too despicable!
Mang was thinking the same thing as most of the nobles. Many of them saw Shu Man'er being thrown towards the other two shooters by Ye Chong, and could not bear to watch. Many of the younger nobles cursed loudly, although they were quickly stopped by the elders.
Sun Sieha smiled wryly. He put down his wine glass. Couldn't this guy win in a better way? Why did he have to resort to such despicable means? With his strength, he could have defeated these young nobles fair and square. That way, he would be able to move on to the next step of his plan. Now, everyone's concern for Shu Man'er had shifted from the strength of close combat to the strength of Shu Man'er. Some of the young nobles were furious, looking like they could not wait to pounce on Shu Man'er.
"That d * mned Shu Man'er. If it were not for her, my plan would have been perfect!" Sun Sieha's eyes flashed fiercely. He laughed coldly to himself. "How dare you play tricks in front of me …"
Ye Chong did not know what Sun Sieha was thinking. He continued with his unpredictable fighting style. He had to think about how to save energy, how to be safer, and how to end the battle faster.
An ambush! It was a complete ambush! Ye Chong had never faced his enemies head-on, not once. Behind or above him were hard to defend against. In the hands of this damned fellow, things like rocks were incomparably evil and full of destructive power.
Mang was hit on the forehead by a rebounding rock, and fainted on the spot.
The scariest thing was not these stones that seemed to be endowed with evil, but the fear that lingered in his heart. Every dark corner seemed to be filled with murderous intent. The enemy was like a ghost, pervasive and omnipresent. That kind of fear was enough to make one collapse!
Strength and evil, that was the theme of tonight's grand duel. (To be continued, if you want to know what happens next, please log on to WWW. CMFU. com. Support the author, support the original!)
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