Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City

Once Thomas's Black Dragon Leg smashed down, its power was enough to directly annihilate any person, garnering a spectacular record.

The Sanshou King of Huaxia, Liu Long's Willow Leg Sweep, probably operated on the same principle, stable, precise, and ruthlessly powerful. Once executed, the opponent only had the strength to flee.

Everyone's eyes widened, staring intently at the two people on the platform, feeling as if their breathing was about to stop.

Only Ye Ling remained calm as usual. He knew Ye Fei would definitely be able to block it easily. A mere leg sweep – if he couldn't even defend against that, what's the point of fighting?

When Thomas furiously smashed down, Ye Fei's gaze suddenly changed, becoming wild like a rabid dog – yes, a rabid dog!

This wasn't to belittle him, but rather to describe the terrifying combat consciousness he possessed. At that moment, Ye Fei had no thought of retreating. What he desired was to kill!

Boom, at that very instant, a terrifying aura roared out from within Ye Fei's body, carrying the iron-blooded intent to battle, seemingly invincible, as if even if faced with a god, he would dare to fight!

Thomas was getting closer and closer, and Ye Fei gritted his teeth. His leg also lifted directly, an action that caused everyone to cover their mouths in shock.

What was Ye Fei trying to do? Why wasn't he dodging? Didn't he fear that the leg sweep would cripple his own leg?

As for a free-falling object, whether the force is greater from high altitude or from being hit on the ground, presumably anyone would have a clear answer in their heart.

Everyone thought that Ye Fei was doomed this time; no one was optimistic about his chances, including the head of the Xiang Family, who felt an absence of confidence and even fear.

If Ye Fei were to die on the platform, would Ye Ling become furious as thunder, cleansing this place with blood? If that were to happen, then the Xiang Family would truly be finished.

The next moment, the answer was revealed. Thomas's leg smashed violently onto the foot Ye Fei had raised, his body slamming directly onto the ground.

His leg brought forth a whistling wind as it swept down – a force that surged from above Ye Fei's head all the way to the soles of his feet.

Yet at this moment, when the scene should have erupted into blood-pumping cheers, it became deathly silent, so much so that one could hear a pin drop. It was simply unbelievable.

Ye Fei's foot stood firm, not showing the slightest hint of faltering; rather, it stood strong as a pillar holding up the sky, unwavering and steady.

Thomas himself was shocked. He knew very well the strength of his own kick – at the very least, a full-grown brown bear would not stand a chance of withstanding it.

But the scene before him utterly shattered his heart. His strongest kick, which was supposed to knock down the smiling man opposite him, had failed – instead...

Crack, the other foot that Ye Fei used to support his body suddenly stomped the ground, propelling his body into the air, and then he fiercely kicked out, thudding against Thomas's chest.

Thomas, with widened eyes and retreating steps, spat out a mouthful of blood but forcefully swallowed it back down.

"Go to hell, you yellow-skinned monkey. I'm going to kill you!"

Roar, Thomas roared in fury, his footsteps fast and furious, punching out, and while throwing the first punch, the combat intent for the second was already rising, his waist twisting slightly, ready to strike at any moment.

Ye Ling shook his head at this scene, finding it pointless. The outcome was already clear. With such desperate fighting, Thomas stood no chance. Within ten moves, Thomas would be defeated!

However, the people outside the platform couldn't discern the intricacies within, nor could the boxers from the Black Fist truly understand the mystery; they only felt that Thomas's momentum was surging.

Ye Fei, watching Thomas's frenzied charge, gave a clear, crisp laugh. Those who knew him were aware that such a laugh meant the victory and defeat were about to be decided.

Smiling Yama earned his moniker just like that, and once again, he smiled.

Thomas came swiftly, but Ye Fei's reaction was incredibly fast as well. In a flash, he lifted his fist and hammered fiercely, a torrent of power surging from within him.

With a crack, their fists collided, and both stopped in their tracks, standing motionless.

An invisible aura quietly emanated from around their bodies, and in an instant, Thomas's wrist made a gruesome 180-degree twist.

The stark white of bone protruded from his flesh, tendons snapped, horrifying and shocking, causing Thomas's face to go deathly pale immediately.

All the spectators sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, feeling a chilling wind sweep over the entire hall in an instant, transforming the usually heated atmosphere into something rather cold today.

Utter silence pervaded. The once exuberant audience all gasped at the bizarre turn of events, wondering what exactly was afoot.

"No! You damn yellow monkey, go to hell, just die!"

Thomas bellowed madly, his now-useless arm hanging limply by his side, while his other unscathed fist was raised frenziedly, hurtling viciously towards Ye Fei.

He was determined to slaughter the detestable yellow-skinned monkey in front of him, to tear him to pieces; otherwise, he couldn't vent the hatred seething in his heart.

And the opposing Ye Fei, to everyone's agreement, also threw out his fist with equal force, vowing to clash with Thomas to the very end!

With a crack, Thomas's fist was once again grotesquely broken—pale bones exposed, tendons severed, and blood dripping onto the ground.

The Grim Reaper, Thomas, with both hands now useless, was utterly devoid of any fighting capacity!

Just as everyone was preparing to erupt in frenzied cheers, Ye Fei moved unexpectedly, causing everyone to freeze. What! Could it be that he wasn't ready to let Thomas off?

With a snap, Ye Fei's fist smashed into Thomas's shin—a crisp sound of bone breaking—and Thomas howled miserably, collapsing to his knees.

Ye Fei's body leaped back, and then he swung up a leg, charging fiercely towards Thomas before delivering a savage kick.

Thwack!

Everyone's heart shuddered at the sight of Thomas kneeling on the ground, his head slightly quivering, as both blood and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

In front of him, the world shaking, Thomas completely lost consciousness, his body twitching slightly before collapsing to the ground.

With a thud, Thomas fell straight to the ground, and Ye Fei, with a cold smile, walked over to him and placed a foot on Thomas's chest.

Humming, Thomas's body shuddered again, his heart completely destroyed by Ye Fei.

To cut weeds without removing the roots is to leave the breeze of spring to blow them back to life!

Ye Fei, coming from the Buddhist Sect, was crueler than the average person, but it was this very ruthlessness that brought endless trembling to others.

"The winner of this Black Fist competition, and the recipient of one hundred million dollars, is Smiling Yama!"

Seeing the atmosphere cool down, the host quickly shouted. Ye Fei abruptly raised his arm, and in that moment, the entire arena boiled over with excitement.