Danwu God Emperor

The quiet atmosphere made the wrestling arena feel particularly oppressive. It was as if you could smell each other's breath. All the fiery eyes were re-examining Ye Lou. Was this kid of unknown origin, whom Wu Bing looked down on, really a pushover?

He hadn't even shown his own strength before he beat the dwarf to a pulp!

Ye Lou, this "easy target," completely intimidated everyone with his strength!

"Shorty Qiang! Get up and keep fighting!" The quiet atmosphere was suddenly broken by this roar. Shorty Qiang was carried away and naturally could not hear the roar.

It's all gone! All lost!

Most people had staked their entire fortune on this one bet, and this shout completely woke up the eight hundred people. Those who hadn't managed to place their bets were secretly delighted, having escaped a disaster.

Ye Lou also looked helpless. He didn't expect to make money so easily. He thought it would be a tough battle, but he ended up encountering a fool with no strength.

The thought of having tens of thousands of gold coins in his pocket soon made him quite happy.

This also made Ye Lou realize that the general strength of the wrestling club was not very high, and the truly powerful ones were probably those with a high number of victories!

"Referee, I'll continue in the next round. I'll bet 100,000 gold coins to win it myself!"

"Oh, okay!" The referee turned his head away, gritting his teeth fiercely. Although Ye Lou was strong, he had secretly placed a bet in the previous battle and lost everything. How could he expect Ye Lou to be nice to him?

"Number 176, 27 wins! Anyone want to challenge?" the referee shouted again, and the scene fell silent for a moment, no longer as lively as before.

"Kid, do you dare let me do it?"

"Me too!"

Suddenly, more than a dozen people stepped onto the stage, each one full of energy and fighting spirit, seemingly unaffected by the strength Ye Lou had just displayed.

"Look, isn't that Zhi Zhengzhen, who has won sixty games?" someone in the audience said, pointing at the man in fine clothes who had been shouting earlier.

"And Xiong Lie too!"

"One-Eyed and Ghost Face have both gone up! But their win rate is higher than that of number 176. According to the rules, only number 176 can accept the challenge."

A commotion arose again in the stands. These were names that everyone could call out, names that were rarely seen before, but who always crushed their opponents when they made a move. Unexpectedly, they all came out this time.

These are all strong fighters with over sixty wins each, quite famous in the wrestling arena. They have fought each other countless times and are all unconvinced of each other's superiority.

However, the fact that Ye Lou, who appeared at the same time to prepare for a victory, would normally be a cause for laughter, is now completely unexpected.

"Am I still so sought after now?" Ye Lou looked at the crowd, each one arrogant and quite strong, their aura far surpassing that of the short guy from before.

"That's because Young Master Wu Bing misjudged you. If it were me, ten breaths would be enough to cripple you!" a masked man said coldly.

"I have five breaths!"

"Three breaths!"

For a moment, the group was exchanging words, each refusing to give way, releasing their imposing presence. Even before the battle began, there was already a subtle power struggle between them.

Ye Lou then realized that he had indeed overestimated the strength of the wrestling club. The powerful families were numerous and the geniuses were many, and Ye Leng was not afraid of them. So what were these people?

Therefore, it seems that only the truly top-tier figures in the wrestling club are worthy of being called a prodigy.

The argument went on and on, giving Ye Lou a headache. "Stop arguing, stop arguing! Don't worry, you all have a chance!"

"How arrogant! Let me go first!" Zhi Zhengzhen stepped forward, his imposing aura overwhelming.

"What I mean is, all of you come at me together."

Arrogant! Confident!

Leaving aside the uproar in the audience, even the man in the VIP seat who had been calmly watching couldn't help but show a surprised expression, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved up.

Your friend is interesting!

"He's not my friend!" the woman retorted without hesitation, glaring at Ye Lou below with annoyance. So arrogant, wanting to take on ten people at once, doesn't he know how to play it safe?

On the stage, everyone stared at Ye Lou, their fists clenched, their gazes filled with a desire to tear Ye Lou apart. They were all pillars of the wrestling arena, how could they tolerate such contempt?

Since Ye Lou has spoken, the referees have tacitly agreed to this rule. Their goal is to make the audience happy. This is not a serious martial arts competition; the audience's voice determines everything.

Of course, the referee, having lost so much money to Ye Lou, was also quite looking forward to being thoroughly beaten.

"What are you all standing there for? Go!" Ye Lou waved to the crowd, his words highly provocative.

"I'd like to see if you dare to be so arrogant again!" Zhi Zhengzhen was the first to charge forward. His long sword flashed, the silver light shimmering, the sword shadow was like a ghost, and the sword intent was like a torrent. He also leaped down from the air, moving swiftly and rapidly.

His single move drew admiration from everyone! Even those around him nodded in approval, acknowledging his skill!

"All show and no substance, get out of here!"

Ye Lou dared to take Ye Leng's sword, let alone this kind of sword! Ye Lou kicked the sword directly, sending Na Zhi flying out of the arena!

Everyone was shocked!

He was defeated in one move! And we still couldn't figure out his strength!

"This guy is a bit strange. I think we should forget about saving face and join forces to win this battle!"

"Ghost Face makes a good point."

"Alright! Let's go together!"

The ten people quickly reached an agreement. Ye Lou's strength had made them no longer dare to underestimate him. After surrounding Ye Lou, they released all their strength. Several of them had eighth-level internal energy, and the rest had seventh-level internal energy.

The faces of the audience were incredibly interesting. One against ten, the outcome was unpredictable, and even the thought of it was a bit frightening.

Ye Lou glanced at the crowd out of the corner of his eye and chuckled, "Now you don't underestimate me? Then I'll play with you! Let's fight!"

No one expected Ye Lou to make the first move, immediately displaying his formidable strength at the eighth level of internal energy.

He punched the two equally strong boys behind him with both fists. Although the Earth-Shattering Fist emphasizes strength and lacks speed, it can make up for the lack of speed when it is used unexpectedly.

The two were shocked and tried to block with their hands, but it was no use. They heard the sound of ribs breaking and were then blasted out of the arena. When they got up, they were in pain and could no longer fight.

"In this situation, everyone was looking for his weak point, but he calmly took action and struck first!" A man in the VIP seat couldn't help but admire.

By the time the others realized what was happening, it was already too late. They could only watch as the two men were sent flying. In just a moment, they had lost two men, and all they knew was that Ye Lou possessed the eighth level of internal energy.

Such a sacrifice is too great!

on!

The remaining seven people attacked simultaneously, displaying a dazzling array of martial arts techniques. The stage resounded with explosions, the air crackled, and attacks came from all directions.

Ye Lou stood still, calm and composed in the face of danger, as immovable as a mountain. His palms swirled with energy, causing the surrounding air to tremble. When his entire body unleashed its power, the ground sank by half an inch.

Countless people were shocked; this was putting himself in a deadly situation!

He ignored the seven-stage internal energy rushing towards him and countered with his palm with the killing move of the eight-stage internal energy. The profound martial arts of the Xuan-level were endless, and with Ye Lou's perfect evolution, they were unpredictable. The palm shadows shook the sky, and countless hands around Ye Lou made the air pop.

After a few more blows, two more experts with eighth-level internal strength were sent flying, and the slightly better ones barely managed to escape.

Those powerful strikes from the seventh level of internal energy, aimed at Ye Lou's face, chest, and other vital points, left him completely unharmed.

At that moment, everyone realized they had made a mistake!

This is no pushover; this number 176 is outrageously strong!