"Die."
Chu Jingming threw a punch.
Ye Lin shifted from offense to defense, crossing his twin swords before his chest in an attempt to block the blow.
His idea was good, but reality dealt him a vicious blow.
The terrifying fist passed straight through the blades and slammed into his chest.
Ye Lin's entire body was sent flying backward in an instant.
"Again."
Seeing this, Chu Jingming had no intention of letting Ye Lin go.
If before he had merely been toying with him, then now, it was true slaughter.
From this moment onward, he was fighting to kill Ye Lin.
Since he had already developed killing intent, there was no need to keep holding back, nor any need to keep playing with him.
That would undoubtedly be a waste of time.
Before Ye Lin could even react, Chu Jingming's fist struck his chest solidly once more.
This punch was heavy and powerful, even more terrifying than the last.
With a single blow, it punched straight through Ye Lin's chest.
Ye Lin lay on the Arena like a dead dog.
And Chu Jingming looked down at him like a victor.
Remove "like."
At this moment, Chu Jingming was the true victor.
Looking at the ant beneath his feet, Chu Jingming slowly raised his right foot and placed it on Ye Lin's head.
"No, I said I'd leave your corpse intact."
"Sorry."
Just as Chu Jingming was about to crush Ye Lin's head beneath his foot, he suddenly came back to his senses and moved his foot to the side.
Looking at the utterly silent Ye Lin, Chu Jingming flicked a finger again, and a strand of Sword Qi pierced straight through Ye Lin's mind.
Only after Ye Lin lost his last trace of breath did Chu Jingming leave in satisfaction.