I am a living immortal.

The men of the Meng family army felt the prince's probing gaze, but they kept silent. It would be useless to speak; they couldn't help, so they could only watch in silence.

"You..." The prince wanted to say something.

But he was immediately interrupted: "Lei Ling is no simple matter. Your Highness should carefully consider how to deal with him. However, judging from your appearance, you must be fully prepared. So I would like to congratulate you in advance."

The prince opened his mouth and pulled a fake smile: "No need to be so polite."

After saying that, he ignored the other person and strode into the guild hall.

Meng Jiajun looked at the other man's receding back without saying anything. His words were already a clear interruption, and his meaning was also very clear: it's useless to ask, so you should focus more on your own battle.

It's rude to say that.

But... so what? We're neither friends nor partners, just a partnership driven by profit. Call it rude, then.

Several people followed him into the venue.

The arena was bustling with activity, packed with people. Everyone was eagerly anticipating the match, eager to teach that despised Lin countryman a lesson. Everyone expected their Crown Prince to mercilessly crush the other man.

Break the opponent's limbs and relieve the hatred in his heart.

This emotion came out of nowhere. Perhaps it was because he hated the foreigners' arrogance and ugly faces, or perhaps it was the frustration of losing all three competitions. In any case, he was inexplicably angry at the sight of that face.

Especially when the other person acts arrogant and dismissive, I wish I could tear that face to pieces.

Once anger is aroused, it is difficult to extinguish.

They urgently needed an outlet, and this outlet was the prince's divine army descending from the sky.

Expectations were high, and the Crown Prince could not afford to show any sign of weakness; he had to crush the enemy with overwhelming force. Only in this way could his reputation be pushed to the highest level.

Seeing the prince appear, Lei Ling stood up and grinned, like a hunter who had been waiting for a long time.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

"Do you want to die so much?" The prince slowly walked to the ring. He was still wearing casual clothes and no armor.

"Don't you need to put on a shell?" Lei Ling had never witnessed the prince's actions, and thought that he needed to rely on external objects to fight like those royal nobles.

"It's not necessary to go to such great lengths to deal with you. This will do."

"What a big tone!!" Lei Ling laughed.

However, the prince just shook his head slightly: "Do you know why I am still talking to you now?"

Without waiting for Lei Ling's reply, he answered, "That's because I'm waiting for you to say your last words. You should also know that you can't survive in this situation. Death in the ring is your fate."

"Come on, are you tougher with your skills or your words?"

"I have received your last words, so say goodbye to this world."

The prince no longer paid attention to the other party. He took a step forward, and the aura on his body suddenly changed, and pressure gathered around him.

Lei Ling was stunned for a moment before he moved, a terrifying smile on his face. "Yes, that's it, that's what makes it fun. Let me kill you!!!"

With a loud "bang", the ground shattered into a spider-web-like crack.

Lei Ling rushed towards the prince with tremendous force.

This prince was unlike any prey he had encountered before. The change in his temperament had made him feel a long-lost sense of danger, like when his master threw him into the primeval jungle as a child and he first faced tigers and leopards—it was dangerous, very dangerous. But he survived, and became the Grandmaster he is today.

Facing such a scene once again, Lei Ling was no longer a helpless child. Now a master, he was no longer afraid. He simply saw this as a duel between hunter and prey.

I hope His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can give him a surprise.

Actually, the reason why he came to Dayu was that he was asked by someone to mess things up, but more importantly, that person said that all the top masters in Dayu's world had gathered there, so if you wanted to find someone to fight, come here.

Grandmasters are often no longer controlled by certain rules.

They were immortals on land. If they wanted to leave, even a hundred thousand elite soldiers wouldn't necessarily be able to stop them. Strength brought with it changes in status, and the framework built by the secular world could no longer trap them.

Not many people can arrogantly order them around.

This was especially true for Lei Ling. He didn't enjoy being controlled; all he wanted was to fight, grow stronger, and keep fighting. His horizontal training skills grew stronger in this way. He'd been facing mortal wounds since childhood, and the pain they brought him was a thrill.

But every gain has its drawbacks. His current horizontal training had advanced to the point where few could harm him. The last person to injure him was his master, a ruthless master. But since then, he has had no master. And for those of them who share the same lineage, killing their own master is like a legacy.

With a life-burning blow at the peak of his power, he pushed his disciples to a higher level.

Inherited from the same lineage, passed down through life and death.

This is also the reason why there is a grandmaster in every generation of their lineage.

As for Lei Ling, he hasn't found his next one yet.

It's not that he couldn't find it, but rather that he didn't want to die. Yes, although he admired danger, he didn't want to die, and he didn't even realize it.

A very contradictory person with an outspoken personality, a love for danger, and a reluctance to die.

But this time it seemed he had no choice.

Lei Ling's fist had already reached the prince. He wanted to grin, as he could already imagine the pleasure of this noble man being smashed into a pulp by a punch.

however……

His smile froze the next moment.

Because the prince raised his hand. His arm wasn't slender, but it wasn't as muscular as Lei Ling's either. It was just lean. He exerted force, his muscles tensed, and then delivered a powerful punch.

When this punch was thrown, the true energy gushed out like a torrent and collided with Lei Ling's fist.

There was silence at first, then with a loud "boom", the air currents caused by the collision collided in two completely different directions.

Lei Ling's fist was so hard it could be described as steel. However, the Crown Prince's fist was no less powerful, striking him like a wall of stone.

A rock versus an iron fist.

During the moment of the wrestling match, the prince's face remained expressionless, his pupils twitching. He was assessing his opponent's strength—this punch was a test. But Lei Ling's expression changed drastically. First, a tingling sensation spread through his fist, then it felt like thousands of steel needles were piercing it.

The fists of both sides collided and started fighting.

Lei Ling was taken back several steps by inertia.