Boom!
Jiang Ping An slammed heavily into the barrier wall.
Seeing this, the discussions in the stands grew even louder.
"Is this guy really that useless? He couldn't even dodge an attack like that?"
"Damn it! This old man bet ten thousand Holy Land Coins on him lasting fifteen minutes. At this rate, he won't even make it fifteen minutes!"
"Good thing I only bet a hundred Holy Land Coins on him winning, or I'd be ruined."
"Trash, hurry up and get down!"
Many people who had placed bets on Jiang Ping An projected illusory bird eggs and hurled them at the barrier, venting their fury.
Jiang Ping An slid down from the barrier. His broken arm was twisted out of shape, flames burning across it as the scent of roasted meat spread through the air.
Flame Tiger stood on the arena, chin raised as he glanced sideways at Jiang Ping An. "This King doesn't know what a guy without an origin is doing here, but you definitely cannot defeat this God King. Stop wasting everyone's time and surrender."
Ignoring the injuries on his arm, Jiang Ping An endured the pain and slowly rose to his feet.
"Is that all you've got?"
Flame Tiger raised a brow. "Are you provoking This King?"
"Yes." Jiang Ping An admitted it calmly.
Flame Tiger narrowed his eyes. "Then This King will grant your wish. I'd like to see what medicine you're selling from that gourd."
He bent his knees and shot forward with a whoosh, rushing right in front of Jiang Ping An.
Fists like a raging storm crashed toward Jiang Ping An, leaving countless afterimages in the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fists struck Jiang Ping An's body one after another, each impact erupting with a thunderous boom.
Under the savage assault,