Country Bumpkin, Rage Burning in His Heart

Seeing that the competition between Su Yuxuan and Zhu Yizhou had ended, Chen Jie glanced at Li Xinglin, who had returned to normal, and a smile appeared on his face.

He wanted to be the first to challenge the prodigy of the Central Continent in order to gain enough attention, attract more viewers to the live stream, and earn more Energy Points.

He immediately opened TikTok) and started a live stream, with the title of his stream being incredibly bold:

"Eastern Desolation Prodigy vs. Central Continent Plains Prodigy, today I, Chen Jie, will crush the Central Continent Plains Prodigy!"

The number of viewers surged past two million shortly after the live stream began.

Chen Jie grinned, revealing the friendly smile he had specially practiced for the Dissemination System, and loudly Divine Sense in the live broadcast room:

Fellow Daoists!

Today I'm livestreaming the battle between the Eastern Desolation Prodigy and the Central Continent Plains Prodigy. It's almost my turn to go on stage, and my opponent is Li Xinglin, the Holy Son of the Central Continent Heavenly Devil Sect.

Watch how I crush him in three moves and show him what true power is.

If I perform well later, please give me Duoduo tips to support me!

After saying that, he leaped onto the Flying Immortal Arena, his gaze sweeping over Li Xinglin, his tone full of disdain:

"You should be fully recovered by now, right? Hurry up and come on up, don't waste my time."

If you don't dare, then admit defeat now and shout three times in public, "I, Li Xinglin, am a coward!"

Upon hearing this, Li Xinglin's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said coldly:

"You ignorant country bumpkin! You think that just because you've broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm, you can stand against me?"

That's wishful thinking! I'll show you what I'm capable of!

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped onto the ring and stood firmly opposite Chen Jie.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jie's eyes instantly flashed with murderous intent; he was practically bursting with rage. He was always the one looking down on others; who dared to speak to him like that?

Even if someone harbors resentment, they would never dare to say it out loud.

The last person who dared to call him trash, Wang Zechuan, had already been beaten to ashes by him;

Now Li Xinglin dares to call him a "country bumpkin," it's simply outrageous!

In both his lives, no one had ever dared to humiliate him like this. If he didn't beat Li Xinglin so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, he wouldn't be Chen Jie!

If the opponent refuses to admit defeat, it's the perfect opportunity to kill him.

"Kid, don't you know that words can cause trouble? You dare to call me a country bumpkin, you're asking for death!"

The last person who dared to insult me like that is probably already buried a long way away!

Li Xinglin, as the Holy Son of the Heavenly Devil Sect, was used to being high and mighty; he had never suffered such humiliation before.

He had been paralyzed with fear by Liu Yi's single glance, utterly humiliated, yet utterly powerless against him;

Looking at Chen Jie's arrogant and disdainful eyes now only fueled his anger.

He used to be the one looking down on others; when had anyone ever dared to treat him with such contempt?

He wanted to vent all his anger on Chen Jie, to make this bumpkin from the Eastern Desolation Wilderness realize his own limitations.

"So what if I call you a country bumpkin? Aren't you one too? If you've got the guts, come and defeat me!"

Wei Mo looked at Chen Jie on the arena, his tone full of arrogance:

"Although Chen Jie possesses the cultivation of the Middle Stage Spirit Transformation Realm, he ultimately comes from the Eastern Desolation, and his combat strength is certainly weak, far inferior to the geniuses of my Central Continent."

Although Li Xinglin is a demonic cultivator, his strength is indeed formidable. Even if I were to take action, I wouldn't be certain of victory.

Sun Qing frowned slightly, her tone serious. "Fellow Daoist Wei, do not underestimate others."

"Judging from Chen Jie, he is as terrifying as a ferocious beast from the primordial era. I'm afraid Li Xinglin is no match for him."

Wei Mo shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"He's just a country bumpkin from that poor, remote place in the Eastern Desolation, how could he possibly beat Li Xinglin?"

He didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart. If Chen Jie could defeat Li Xinglin, wouldn't he also be able to defeat him?

He is a descendant of the Immortal Blood Aristocratic Clan; his ancestors were once true immortals. How could he accept being overshadowed by a country bumpkin from the Eastern Desolation?

Wei Jiaming, Chen Xingci, and Wang Ruoyao exchanged glances and fell silent after hearing Sun Qing and Wei Mo's conversation.

Despite witnessing Liu Yi's terrifying methods, Wei Mo, a top prodigy of the righteous path, still so disdains the prodigies of the Eastern Desolation.

A sense of pessimism rose in the hearts of the three: this time, Central Continent was likely to suffer a crushing defeat.

At this moment, Chen Jie didn't care what others thought. He was already burning with rage, his whole body radiating murderous intent, and all he wanted to do was tear Li Xinglin apart.

His aura suddenly erupted, and his figure flashed like lightning as he rushed towards his opponent, unleashing Fist Shatters the Void with all his might.

With a single punch, the powerful and domineering force of the fist, carrying an overwhelming momentum that could tear through the void, aimed directly at Li Xinglin's face.

Seeing how fiercely his opponent attacked, Li Xinglin felt as if the surrounding space had been frozen by the force of the punch, making it difficult to move.

His expression hardened, and he hurriedly took out a high-grade spirit blade, unleashing the Heavenly Devil Saber Instruction, a sharp blade light suddenly slashing out.

"Bang!"

The force of the fist was unstoppable, shattering the blade's light directly. Its remaining power was undiminished, continuing its attack on Li Xinglin.

Seeing his Heavenly Devil Saber light shatter instantly, Li Xinglin's expression changed drastically. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. He could only hastily swing his blade to strike the fist.

"Bang!"

The force of the fist collided with the spirit blade with a deafening roar that reverberated throughout the entire arena.

Li Xinglin's tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood gushing out. He was as if struck by a heavy blow, staggering back more than twenty steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

His Qi and Blood surged, and he instantly realized that the other party was a body-refining cultivator.

He immediately wanted to create distance and switch to using Law Technique and sword control for ranged attacks, rather than engaging Chen Jie in close combat.

Before Li Xinglin could create distance, Chen Jie appeared in front of him with murderous intent and threw another punch.

Li Xinglin felt the space around him completely freeze, and a fist that blotted out the sky was crushing down. He didn't have time to think and swung his sword to slash at the fist.

"Boom!"

As fist and blade collided, an overwhelming force surged through the blade into Li Xinglin's hand, instantly blasting the spirit blade away.

He hurriedly crossed his hands in front of him, trying to catch the punch.

"Snap!"

With two sharp cracks, Li Xinglin's arms snapped, his spiritual energy shield shattered, and his fist slammed directly into his protective armor.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, Li Xinglin coughed up blood, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the arena.

His arms were broken, his internal organs were in excruciating pain, and countless bones in his body were broken.

Seeing Chen Jie charging towards him menacingly, clearly intending to kill him, Li Xinglin was terrified.

He was severely injured and had no way to defend himself; this punch would surely kill him.

He no longer cared about saving face and hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "I surrender!"

Seeing the fist stop above his head, Li Xinglin's body went limp and he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with fear.

He almost died just now. The other party really dared to kill him, showing no restraint whatsoever because of his status as the Holy Son of the Heavenly Devil Sect.

Chen Jie looked at Li Xinglin, who was sprawled on the stage like a rag doll, and said with a hint of regret:

I still prefer your previous rebellious self.

He truly felt it was a pity; if Li Xinglin had been even a fraction slower in admitting defeat, he could have killed him fair and square.

Now that his opponent has admitted defeat, even though he is arrogant, he knows that it would be inappropriate to kill him now.

However, Xie Tong's intelligence was indeed quite useful!

If I hadn't known beforehand that Li Xinglin preferred close combat and hadn't gone all out from the start, I probably wouldn't have been able to defeat him so easily.