Basic Moves, Don't Praise Me

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(Third update)

Just one move!

Yang Ming, a twenty-fifth-rank Soul Grandmaster, had instantly defeated a twenty-ninth-rank Soul Grandmaster!

When the Soul Grandmaster named Fang Zheng crashed into a pool of blood, not only were the spectators in the stands dumbfounded, but even the host wore a blank expression, clearly still unable to process what had happened.

"Contestant Yang Ming, you didn't kill Contestant Fang Zheng, did you?"

As the host spoke, his teeth could not help but chatter.

After hosting matches at Suotuo Great Soul Arena for so many years, he had seen plenty of ruthless fighters, fierce men, geniuses, and oddballs, but he had never been as shocked as he was today!

"Of course not." Yang Ming shook his head. "I know the rules. This was only a spar, not a fight to the death. If I had killed someone, you would probably disqualify me, wouldn't you?"

The host gave an awkward smile. That had indeed been what he was thinking.

Seeing Yang Ming turn to leave the stage, the host immediately announced in his most impassioned voice:

"We may be witnessing the rise of a new star of the Great Soul Arena!"

"Let us cheer for Contestant Yang Ming's victory!"

The spectators in the stands were the most straightforward sort. The winner was king, and the loser was a bandit.

They had long forgotten the indifference they had shown when Yang Ming first took the stage. Now, they sent him off with an overwhelmingly enthusiastic round of applause.

"Clap, clap, clap..."

The applause was thunderous and refused to die down.

Even people from the neighboring Sub Soul Arena heard it clearly, and some came over out of curiosity to ask what had happened.

Whenever someone asked, the spectators who had watched the match would embellish Yang Ming's