One Punch

Soto Great Soul Arena, backstage hall.

The soul arena was under the Heaven Dou Empire. Put simply, it was backed by emperors and kings. The reason Great Fierce Tiger was so arrogant was that his backing was even stronger.

As mentioned before, the Fierce Tiger Family was affiliated with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. The Upper Three Sects could practically stand on equal footing with the empire, which was why Great Fierce Tiger acted so recklessly and fearlessly.

The Vice Arena Master still wanted to negotiate, but Great Fierce Tiger refused to let up, leaving him with no options. If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan got involved, Soto Great Soul Arena would not be able to bear the consequences either.

Just then, three more people entered from outside the hall. The leader appeared to be around twenty, handsome and imposing, with two attendants following behind him.

Great Fierce Tiger looked even more smug when he saw the man. "Hmph, Mr. Yu is here. Old man, you'd better discuss it with him."

So, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had learned of this matter as well. Afraid that the Fierce Tiger Family might yield under the pressure of Soto Great Soul Arena, they had come to support them.

One of their subordinate sects had suffered casualties here. They had to come demand an explanation, didn't they? Otherwise, how could they continue making their name on the Douluo Continent?

When Ye Buqun saw this man, he felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

And when the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan member saw Ye Buqun, he froze for a moment as well.

Great Fierce Tiger said, "Let me introduce him. This is Mr. Yu Ming, drill instructor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. So, what do you say we do about this? Out of respect for your Arena Master, I'll give you another ten minutes. Otherwise, I'll have to take forceful measures."

Yet Ye Buqun smiled. "I don't think you should be called Big Dumb Cat. Your master is here, and you really are quite the loyal lapdog."

"What did you say? Believe it or not, I'll cripple you right—"

"Hold it!" The one who stopped Great Fierce Tiger was not the Vice Arena Master, but Yu Ming. Stepping forward, Yu Ming said, "Are you Ye Buqun?"

Ye Buqun said, "If you haven't heard of anyone else with that name, then I suppose that's me. How's Little Yuan doing?"

Great Fierce Tiger remained overbearing. "Stop trying to cozy up to Brother Yu Ming. Make your choice already. If you want to keep that worthless life of yours, get on your knees and kowtow!"

Yu Ming called out loudly as well, "Kneel!"

Great Fierce Tiger raised his voice even higher. "Did you hear that? He told you to kneel!"

Yu Ming turned to Great Fierce Tiger. "I told you to kneel!"

Great Fierce Tiger said, "That's right, that's right! Did you hear him? He told you to kneel—huh?!"

Not just him—everyone present thought they had misheard.

Unable to believe it, Great Fierce Tiger pointed at himself to confirm. "Mr. Yu, were you talking about me?"

Yu Ming said, "That's right. I was talking about you. Kneel immediately and apologize to Mr. Ye!"

What? What the hell was this? Could it be because of that "Little Yuan" they had mentioned?

This was perhaps what they meant by meeting again when mountains and rivers crossed paths. Yu Ming was the instructor responsible for awakening the martial souls of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan disciples, as well as the drill instructor who guided their junior soul masters.

He would never forget the scene from over a year ago, when the youth before him had overwhelmed all challengers and made the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan submit.

As for "Little Yuan," it was the nickname Ye Buqun had given Yu Yuanzhen, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master, back then.

Across the entire continent, Ye Buqun was probably the only one who dared call the master of one of the Upper Three Sects that.

Yu Ming stepped forward, clasped his hands, and bowed respectfully to Ye Buqun. "This lowly one, Yu Ming, greets Lord Ye—"

"Enough, enough." Before he could finish the last word, Ye Buqun waved him off and stopped him from continuing.

Doudou was dumbfounded.

Manager Qian was dumbfounded.

The Vice Arena Master was dumbfounded.

Great Fierce Tiger and everyone else were completely stunned!

What the hell was going on? What did this mean?

That was someone from the mighty Upper Three Sects! If they were angered, they would not even give Spirit Hall any face, yet he was showing such respect to an eleven-year-old boy?

At that moment, everyone's worldview nearly collapsed.

Great Fierce Tiger shook his head, trying his best to stay clear-headed. "Mr. Yu Ming, who... who exactly is he?!"

Yu Ming glared at him coldly. "Who is he? Someone you can never afford to offend. Didn't I tell you to kneel? Are your ears deaf?"

Yet Ye Buqun waved his hand. "Forget it, forget it. If he kneels, he'll only dirty the soul arena's floor. How about this? If you can take one punch from me, I'll forgive you."

One punch? What kind of joke was that? He was a power-type Soul Ancestor. If he released his martial soul and soul rings and defended with everything he had, taking a punch from a Soul Emperor would not be a problem.

This boy was boasting far too much.

Since Yu Ming respected this youth so greatly, Great Fierce Tiger did not dare act rashly anymore. At last, he put away his arrogant attitude and obediently released his martial soul and soul rings, preparing to withstand the youth's next punch with all his strength.

Two yellow and two purple soul rings—four in total. He was a level forty-eight power-type Soul Ancestor. Behind him appeared the phantom of a Tiger Beastman even larger than his own body. His muscles became even more solid and swollen, and his body now resembled an armored war chariot.

Even a Soul Emperor's punch would probably struggle to break through such defenses, wouldn't it?

Ye Buqun did not care about any of that. Clenching his fist, he prepared to strike. "Then I'll let you experience what your brother felt. But you should have it easier than him, because it ought to be over quickly. I'm happy for you."

Ye Buqun teased as he spoke, then threw a punch.

The fist wind wrapped in Soul Power pierced through the air and struck Great Fierce Tiger with a dull boom.

The scene fell silent for a full three seconds as everyone waited to see his reaction.

Three seconds later.

"HAHAHA! I was wondering what it was. Turns out you're just a fraud with an undeserved reputation. That punch of yours didn't even—" Great Fierce Tiger's voice abruptly cut off, just as he thought he was fine.

Blood first seeped from the corner of his mouth. Then, with a sweetness rising in his throat, he began vomiting mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood as though a floodgate had opened. The sight was rather terrifying.

Then Great Fierce Tiger felt his internal organs churn violently. Every cell and every inch of skin suffered an intense impact. Immediately afterward, he toppled to the ground, his entire body convulsing violently. After twitching for over ten seconds, he stopped moving.

The way he looked on the verge of death was not much different from his younger brother, Fierce Tiger.

Ye Buqun had not even made contact with his fist—he had beaten him into this state using only the wind from his punch?

That was a power-type Soul Ancestor!

This was simply absurd.

Some people even felt that everything which had just happened was like a dream. It was truly hard to believe.

Yet Yu Ming's expression remained calm and unruffled.

Because he felt that this was only natural, entirely within expectations—