1250 A Happy Nethery (1/2)
The whole audience fell into silence. Everyone was standing in the same place, staring at the arena. The result of the match surprised them. The chef, who no one thought would win, had made a comeback.
No, he wasn't just making a comeback. He was crushing his opponent! He had rubbed the Vajra Realm half-step Saint against the ground in a violent manner!
Everyone expected the chef to be tortured, but instead, the seemingly stronger Vajra Realm expert was the one who was thrown down and rubbed against the ground. How did that happen?
The audience saw it clearly. The Immortal Cooking Realm chef didn't use any special tricks but simply threw the Vajra Realm expert to the ground with physical strength. Then, with just one hand, he beat the big guy bloody.
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The square in the Immortal Cooking Realm was shrouded in shock. Everyone looked at the light screen with weird expressions, at a loss for words.
After a long time, someone recovered from the shock and shouted, ”The Great… Great Demon King is… mighty!” His words instantly ignited the excitement among the crowd.
”The Great Demon King is invincible!”
”Heaven! I can't believe he threw the arrogant Vajra Realm contestant to the ground with only one hand!”
”The Great Demon King deserves to be the Immortal Cooking Realm's miracle creator! He will always be invincible!”
Everyone in the Immortal Cooking Realm was extremely proud, and every face was flushed with excitement. They whispered to one another, thrilled at what they had just seen. They didn't understand why Bu Fang was able to crush his opponent with physical strength, but it didn't matter. In their view, what mattered was not the process, but the outcome. As long as he gave the arrogant fellow a good beating, they would be satisfied!
They supported the Great Demon King unconditionally!
Meanwhile, the whole Vajra Realm was silent. The people there were stupefied, and their arrogant air instantly vanished. After San Zhu was pressed to the ground and punched three times in a row, they just couldn't laugh anymore. At this moment, their pride was thrown to the ground like a joke.
”Why is this happening…”
The Vajra Realm experts finally woke up from the shock and all howled miserably. Their contestant had been defeated!
This was the preliminary round of the individual competition, and it was also a cruel knockout match. Once a contestant was defeated, he would lose the chance and qualification to move further in the tournament! In other words, after being defeated, San Zhu was eliminated from the tournament!
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The whole Forbidden Soul City in Earth Prison was very quiet. In the square, people crowded around Arena Three. Everyone watching the match kept roaring in excitement.
Suddenly, an angry cry broke out from the crowd.
”How dare you!”
At this moment, when Bu Fang was about to throw his last punch, Yi Zhu could no longer stand it and made a move. It was as if a savage beast had awakened, and a horrible aura pervaded the whole world. He was furious, his whole body shrouded in monstrous killing intent. He attacked like a hidden dragon coming out of the deep, sending the whole city into a roar.
Bu Fang's expression remained unchanged. His Taotie Arm, surrounded by Yin and Yang energies, went straight down toward San Zhu's abdomen again.
San Zhu was in complete fear, and he felt a chill in his body. He knew that even if this punch didn't kill him, he would certainly be crippled.
All of a sudden, a formidable aura poured over. The speed of experts at Little Saint-level was extremely fast, especially those with strong fleshly bodies. Almost immediately, Yi Zhu was already in front of Bu Fang, reaching out a hand between San Zhu's abdomen and Bu Fang's fist.
Rumble!
Bu Fang's fist collided with the Little Saint's palm, causing a tremendous force to blast out. He narrowed his eyes slightly. The Taotie shadows on his arm disappeared, then he raised his fist and took two steps back. Although the Taotie Arm had significantly improved his physical strength, it at best made him invincible in the half-step Saint realm. Against a Little Saint, and one who specialized in the cultivation of the flesh, his strength was still not strong enough.
However, even though Yi Zhu's palm had forced Bu Fang to step back, it couldn't stop the power of the latter's punch. A horrible force hit San Zhu in the abdomen. His eyes became bloodshot, and he spouted a mouthful of blood and fainted.
A half-step Saint from the Vajra Realm was knocked unconscious by a chef from the Immortal Cooking Realm with physical strength. This incident would soon become the laughingstock of many small worlds.
”I told you to stop! Didn't you f*cking hear that?!” Yi Zhu was furious. He didn't expect that even though he had come at great speed, he didn't manage to completely block Bu Fang's attack. This made him feel mortified.
”If I stop when you ask me to stop… I'll lose my face,” Bu Fang said in a faint voice. His Taotie Arm slowly returned to normal, and the bandages wrapped it up again. ”I heard that you guys from the Vajra Realm are targeting us. Very good. I'll wait for you.”
”You're courting death!” Yi Zhu's nostrils flared. He roared inwardly, 'This pretty boy is too arrogant! He really deserves to die!'
The next moment, his body flickered, and he appeared in front of Bu Fang, growling like a savage monster and throwing a punch. In front of the fist that contained the Will of the Great Path, the void began to twist and distort.
Bu Fang clasped his hands behind his back and remained calm. Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared in front of him. The next moment, a plume of horrible Nether energy rose into the sky, with a pair of red eyes that looked like lanterns looming in it. With his back to Bu Fang, Commander Mo Yuan opened his mouth, revealing pointed teeth that glinted sharply.
”GET LOST!”
Commander Mo Yuan's roar resounded through the void as he raised his fist to meet the Vajra Realm Little Saint's attack.
Yi Zhu's pupils constricted, and he immediately retreated to the distance.
”Do you want to be disqualified? How dare you stir up trouble in the arena? If you want revenge, wait for your own match and settle your disputes in the arena!” Commander Mo Yuan was wearing a dark suit of armor, his eyes red and his face ferocious. The strength of an Earth Prison Commander was not weak.
Yi Zhu looked at Commander Mo Yuan with fear and didn't continue to attack, but his eyes were still full of killing intent. He turned to Bu Fang and said, ”Little lizard from the Immortal Cooking Realm, just you wait! I'll definitely make you wish that you can die quickly! In your next individual match, I'll definitely beat you to death with my fists!”