Not That I Was Too Strong, but That You Were Too Weak

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(Fourth update)

Within a few breaths, Yang Ming had effortlessly taken down a member of the Crazy Battle Team, catching everyone by surprise.

Even though that Goat Martial Soul user had an ordinary Martial Soul and a poor Soul Ring configuration of one white and two yellow rings, no matter how weak he was, he was still a Soul Elder above level thirty-five!

It was clear that although Yang Ming was ostensibly level thirty-two, his true strength had already far surpassed his opponents.

Seeing Mad Rhino's horn embedded in the wall and temporarily unable to pull it free, Yang Ming casually flicked his hand. An Azure Bamboo Martial Soul emerged from the golden ripples of the Gate of Babylon behind him, then shot out like a bullet and delivered a Thousand Years of Death to Mad Rhino from behind!

Chrysanthemum shattered, wounds covered the ground; your smile had already faded yellow.

The next moment, a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered rang out, chilling everyone to the bone.

Mad Rhino had repeatedly provoked him, and he had even dared lay his hands on Zhu Zhuqing. Naturally, Yang Ming gave him a vicious lesson. Otherwise, every stray cat and dog would think they could insult him whenever they pleased. How could that be allowed?

As the situation worsened further, the Crazy Battle Team's only female member—the alluring woman—swayed the spider-leg-like strands of hair behind her head and walked toward Yang Ming step by step.

As the Crazy Battle Team's trump card, the alluring woman possessed the finest Soul Ring configuration in the entire team. At this moment, in order to carry out her captain's principle of "We can lose this match, but Yang Ming must die," she decided to risk everything.

Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a