Kaido's men stared in disbelief. None of them had expected Ye Chen to be this strong. Their mouths hung open, and they were too stunned to say a word.
Queen was just as shocked. She had thought Ye Chen was a complete scoundrel, but now she could hardly calm herself. Watching him face King head-on had shaken her. His advantage was clear.
As the saying went, amateurs watched the spectacle; experts saw the skill.
Ye Chen had handled everything with ease from the start. No matter how fiercely King attacked, he met it calmly. King gained nothing from any exchange of blows and was forced back again and again. His expression grew uglier, and several times he secretly shook out his wrists. He was hurting.
Queen's feelings were complicated. She ought to have hated Ye Chen, yet seeing him hold the upper hand with such commanding confidence, she could not help admiring him a little. She was nowhere near falling for him, but his performance had taken the edge off her hatred.
People admired the strong. Women were no exception.
Kaido remained strangely calm, his expression unchanged. Even with Ye Chen gaining the upper hand, he showed no surprise.
Ye Chen suddenly grabbed King by the tail and slammed him into the ground. King landed flat on his back, his head ringing and stars flashing before his eyes. He had barely begun to rise when Ye Chen kicked him in the chin, leaped on top of him, and hammered his neck with both fists in a storm of blows.
King roared and struggled desperately, his sharp claws digging at the ground. Before long, he had gouged out a deep pit.
Ye Chen gave a cold smile. "You're digging your own grave!"
He shoved King's head into the pit and kept