The entire venue was shaking, shaking so much everyone almost started dancing.
Why?
Because Ye Xingchen grabbed Ling Li’s two legs and madly slammed him from left to right, from right to left. In the process, he shook the earth and affected nearby building clusters.
Although the audience worried whether the arena would suddenly collapse, they couldn’t help but look toward the arena, watching that man executing violence with mountain-moving, world-dominating power. The more they watched, the more absorbed they became, the more they watched, the more obsessed.
There were many ways to torment people, but most couldn’t escape punching and kicking. Like Ye Xingchen grabbing someone’s legs, attacking from both ends, flowering in all directions—this truly embodied violent aesthetics.
Especially, the sounds.
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
Listen, isn’t that fist meeting flesh?
Listen again, isn’t that flesh meeting ground?
Truly wonderful, like heavenly music, making people refreshed and invigorated.
Everyone’s souls followed Ling Li’s impacts with the floor and the sounds of friction with the earth, gradually floating into the distance, then unconsciously beginning to shake their shoulders.
Whoa.
They’re dancing so well.
“…”
On the suspended platform, the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s angry gaze slowly intensified.
His most valued adopted son was currently being toyed with in the palm of an Eternal Sect disciple’s hand—he truly couldn’t accept this.
“Boom!”
Suddenly, another sound came from the arena.
The audience dancing shoulder dances in the distance recalled their souls and looked over one after another.
On the shattered platform, Ling Li was embedded in a cracked pit with all fours on the ground, the clothes on his body already torn to shreds from friction.
Fortunately he dodged quickly, otherwise he would have been pulverized.
“Stomp.”
Ye Xingchen squatted down, one hand grabbing his hair, lifting his head and saying, “Comfortable?”
“…”
Ling Li, his face covered in blood, remained silent.
The violent impacts had completely damaged his internal meridians.
“Don’t rush.”
Ye Xingchen dragged him by the hair, pulling him out of the pit like dragging a dead dog, then lifting him up in front of everyone, saying coldly, “Your performance has ended. My performance is just beginning.”
“Bang—”
Having spoken, he kicked Ling Li into the sky.
Everyone subconsciously raised their heads to look up, seeing that guy arched and flying into the clouds.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
On the arena, Ye Xingchen spread his arms, powerful energy gathering between his palms.
“Could it be…”
As some people were guessing, they saw streams of light cannon shots bursting upward from below.
“Bang bang bang!”
“Bang bang bang!”
Ling Li, who had flown to the highest point and was preparing to fall vertically, was suddenly hit repeatedly by the light cannons. His entire body instantly flew toward even higher places, leaving different degrees of dents all over his body.
The black-suited coffin-carrying team hiding in the shadows put on sunglasses, preparing to welcome the upcoming business.
“This is too ruthless!”
Some audience members really couldn’t watch anymore.
From the current situation, Ye Xingchen clearly occupied absolute advantage and could completely finish him off, but he never delivered the killing blow, instead madly tormenting him in broad daylight before everyone.
“Boom—”
Right then, Ling Li fell from high altitude onto the arena like rotten mud.
At this moment, he was covered in wounds.
However, when Ye Xingchen struck, he grasped the force just right, even calculating the damage from landing precisely, so Ling Li was in a heavily injured state but his life wasn’t in danger.
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“Stomp.”
Ye Xingchen walked over, once again pulling Ling Li up, and kicked him into the sky again.
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“Swoosh!”
“Bang bang bang!”
“Boom!”
“…”
Under repeated violence, Ling Li flew up and fell down repeatedly.
The audience’s eyes moved up and down with him, and their mentality gradually changed from initial excitement to boredom.
Everyone liked watching violent aesthetics, but ultimately would experience aesthetic fatigue.
Half an hour later.
Ling Li was once again embedded in the arena.
He was still alive, still had consciousness, could clearly feel the pain from every inch of skin, every piece of muscle.
“Satisfying!”
Li Shangtian roared loudly.
Several years ago in the galaxy preliminaries, Senior Sister and He Wudi had both tormented Ling Li, which could be considered avenging him, but it always lacked something. Now Senior Brother Ye took action, completely making up for that something—truly satisfying!
“Bang!”
Ye Xingchen walked over once more, lifting his foot to step on Ling Li’s back of the head, saying coldly, “If I had encountered you in the preliminaries back then, you wouldn’t have had the courage to stand here now.”
I, Night Emperor.
Still arrogant.
“…”
Ling Li, face buried in the pit, remained motionless.
But his hands, covered in wounds, clenched tightly. The pain in his body couldn’t compare to the pain in his heart.
With the goal of winning the championship, he went to the Cangcloud System.
The result—he barely mixed into the finals.
For this, he lost Foster Father’s trust, suffered his adopted brothers’ mockery, and even lost his heart’s beloved.
Unwilling.
How could he be willing!
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Vast aura permeated from Ling Li’s body as he was stepped on, causing Ye Xingchen’s expression to show astonishment.
I’ve already tormented him a thousand times, yet he can still erupt with an aura?
Has something.
“Slap!”
“Slap!”
Ling Li’s hands supported the ground, slowly raising his head while bearing Ye Xingchen’s foot. That sinister, deformed face was full of killing intent as he said, “What I’ve experienced these years is a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than your kicking!”
This sentence contained complex emotions.
Jun Changxiao captured it, so he propped his chin and said, “He must have an unknown story.”
“Story, story!”
The System couldn’t stand it, roaring, “You’ve encountered all of them!”
“And then?”
Ye Xingchen withdrew his leg.
“Whoosh!”
Ling Li swayed and stood up, standing unsteadily in an pigeon-toed stance.
His hands hung down, face covered in blood, covered in wounds, looking even more like a zombie.
“I failed once and lost everything.” Ling Li lowered his head.
Not winning the Cangcloud System galaxy preliminaries championship, and having his deeply loved one die, caused him to completely fall into madness. He even actively applied to go to the Demon Abyss Valley, experiencing training unimaginable to ordinary people, ultimately achieving sublimation in anger and breaking through to Half-Step Celestial Secret Realm.
No words could describe how terrifying the training Ling Li experienced in the Demon Abyss Valley truly was.
Ye Xingchen’s torment was terrifying, right?
No.
Worth nothing.
So even though he was heavily injured at this moment, Ling Li still didn’t fall, because that persistence in his heart continued to inspire him, because that girl in the sky was still waiting for him to win the championship.
“This time!”
“I won’t lose!”
“I can’t lose!”
Ling Li tore off his shattered upper garment. His chest and back were full of scars.
These weren’t from Ye Xingchen’s torment, but had existed since childhood—the best proof of his survival.
“Whoosh whoosh!”
“Whoosh whoosh!”
Blood-colored lines permeated outward.
“Troublesome!” Jian Guixu said, “This fellow has awakened the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s bloodline!”
“…”
Gu Tianxing’s brows furrowed tightly.
In the galaxy preliminaries, that guy had activated it before, though he was still defeated in seconds by He Wudi.
However.
This time was different from last time.
Clearly, Ling Li’s strength was much stronger than before.
And from the permeating anger and killing intent, as well as the complex emotions appearing in his eyes, one could deduce he must have experienced something in recent years, thereby achieving some kind of sublimation.
“…”
Ye Xingchen’s gaze gradually became serious.
What he cared about wasn’t Ling Li suddenly erupting with terrifying aura, but rather his peripheral vision inadvertently sweeping over a graceful figure standing in the distance.
However, when he earnestly looked directly, the figure vanished into thin air, as if he’d had a hallucination.
“The finals championship…”
Ling Li activated his bloodline to the extreme, roaring, “Is mine!”
“Boom—” Ye Xingchen suddenly appeared in front of him, punching his chest.
Very powerful, no nonsense.
Ling Li’s eyes widened, mouth opened, flying out of the arena like a cannonball, fiercely embedded in the edge wall, his head slowly drooping down, fainting on the spot.
The entire venue fell silent.
“Swoosh!”
Ye Xingchen didn’t wait for the referee to announce victory, directly rushing out of the arena.
When he reached where the graceful figure had vanished earlier, he caught sight of her gradually disappearing around a corner, so with cold sharp eyes he shouted, “Stop right there!”
The figure halted.
The two were separated by several dozen zhang. Several cameras moved over in unison.
“Could it be…” Su Xiaomo looked at the figure in the light screen, surprised, “The Canghai System galaxy preliminaries champion is really Jie Lingyao, who Night Junior Brother knows?”
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