"Kill!"
One of them seemed to have taken the words as a provocation. How dare his opponent speak to him like that? Wasn't this a challenge to his dignity?
What could be tolerated and what could not? Of course he had to teach him a proper lesson. He abruptly increased the force of his attacks, his entire body transforming into a blurred afterimage.
Taking his opponent by surprise and striking where he was unprepared, his speed had now reached its absolute limit. It was blindingly fast, leaving people unable to keep up or defend themselves.
But to Ye Yang, this was nothing. As long as he gave the other man a little lesson, his goal would be achieved. At that moment, a dangerous curve appeared at the corner of his lips.
"What's going on? You're nothing special after all. You made yourself sound so impressive, so formidable, but from where I'm standing, you're nothing more than an ordinary person—just a little stronger than most."
As Ye Yang exchanged blows with him, he provoked him at the same time. He could use psychological tactics, and so could his opponent. It all came down to who could endure more and whose heart was firmer.
"You even called yourself the Number One Heaven's Chosen of Central State. I think you should hand that title over to me today."
He fought while provoking his opponent. That was exactly the effect he wanted, exactly the process he sought—the pleasure of enjoying a battle that delighted the senses.
The two fought back and forth, neither yielding an inch. Unfortunately, some people's expressions turned gloomy the moment they saw this scene.
"What's going on? What exactly happened? Could there be some misunderstanding? Is there some secret here that cannot be revealed?"
One wrong step led to a