Fighting Himself

The Night Emperor had had a bad temper in his previous life and offended many people.

Of the eight Martial Gods, four had cut ties with him, three bore grudges against him, and the remaining one would curse him the moment he mentioned him over drinks.

What kind of terrifying emotional intelligence did it take to end up in such a miserable state?

After being reborn, Ye Xingchen had reined in his temper considerably. He cultivated peacefully within the sect, seeking only to return to his peak and settle his blood feud with that woman.

However.

Having come to participate in the Dragon Tiger Competition, he had actually encountered such an arrogant and overbearing fellow.

Brother Ye's violent temper could no longer be contained. No matter what, he had to beat this man within an inch of his life, torture him until he wished he were dead!

"Hah."

Ao Wushuang said blandly, "Only trash would use their eyes to pretend they are strong."

Ye Xingchen looked at the referee and shouted, "Call the start!"

A devilish aura, as though it had come from the depths of hell, radiated from his gaze and voice. It frightened the referee into taking two steps back as he hurriedly said, "Begin----"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The moment he finished speaking, a violent surge of air erupted and instantly swept him backward again and again, until he stumbled and fell off the Sparring Platform.

The spectators were instantly dumbfounded.

The referee was definitely a Peak Martial King.

Yet the aura unleashed by a contestant had blasted him out of the arena. This was far too terrifying!

Boom!

A thunderous explosion suddenly rang out.

Everyone hurriedly shifted their attention over and saw that Ye Xingchen had already thrown a punch.

That figure, with his back to the camera,