Yu Xiang, Jia Chao, and their group froze, their expressions stunned. This fight had slapped them hard in the face. They’d sent someone to deliver a slap, only to have him slapped back, as if the blow had landed on their own faces, leaving them grim.
The Tianmen disciples beamed with delight. Hu Yue had fiercely vented their frustrations.
At the same time, they inwardly scoffed. Sending a Heavenly Martial seventh-rank to deal with Hu Yue?
That was practically suicide!
If killing were allowed, forget Heavenly Martial seventh-rank—even a first-rank Martial King wouldn’t stand a chance against Hu Yue.
This girl, not yet sixteen, was a bona fide assassin!
The most terrifying member of Tianmen.
“So, you wench, still think I’m not worthy to fight you?” Hu Yue taunted Yu Xiang again. “If you still think so, let’s take it to the Life-and-Death Platform for a death match. Dare you?”
Yu Xiang’s eyes narrowed. This girl was challenging her to a life-and-death duel?
Though Hu Yue had defeated the scrawny youth in one strike, he was only Heavenly Martial seventh-rank. How dare she propose a death match?
Did she have some hidden trump card?
In that moment, Yu Xiang wavered, unsure, and didn’t dare accept the challenge.
The crowd was stunned. This young, underdeveloped girl was a ruthless one!
Calling for a death match right off the bat.
All eyes turned to Yu Xiang, making her face darken further.
Seeing Hu Yue’s fearless confidence, she genuinely didn’t dare accept.
Being challenged to a death match by a girl two ranks lower and not daring to respond was deeply humiliating.
“Hmph, don’t think beating him qualifies you to challenge me!” Yu Xiang retorted with a cold snort.
“Don’t act all high and mighty. You look down on me but won’t fight to the death? That’s just cowardice, plain and simple!” Hu Yue said scornfully.
Her blunt words cut through the facade, fueling Yu Xiang’s inner rage.
The crowd understood the situation and felt some disdain, but out of respect for Yu Xiang’s status, they didn’t show it.
They just thought Yu Xiang had come to vent her anger and crush Tianmen, but this first round had seen her lose face, with Hu Yue directly calling her out.
“Hmph, Miss Yu Xiang doesn’t deign to act, that’s all. Don’t think you’re invincible in your rank. I’ll fight you!” At that moment, a black-robed Heavenly Martial seventh-rank youth stepped forward, his strength slightly greater than the scrawny youth’s.
“Those who offend Yu Xiang deserve no mercy. Both of you, take her on,” Jia Chao said, glancing at the black-robed youth and another grey-robed youth in the crowd.
Though the black-robed youth was stronger than the scrawny one, Jia Chao could tell he still wasn’t Hu Yue’s match, so he sent two at once.
They’d brought only three Heavenly Martial seventh-rank fighters. If they fought one-on-one and lost to Hu Yue, no one would be left to defeat her. They couldn’t let her win.
In the Holy City, same-rank fights had no restrictions, including on numbers. Two against one didn’t break any rules.
“Shameless!”
“Two grown men against a little girl? Have you no shame?”
Tianmen disciples cursed loudly, and the crowd mentally agreed, finding it indeed disgraceful.
“Hmph, who are you lot to talk? This is the price of offending us!” The grey-robed youth stepped forward, his aura flaring as he charged at Hu Yue.
If they didn’t perform well today, they’d likely get no favour from Jia Chao or Yu Xiang in the future.
The black-robed youth moved simultaneously, rushing at Hu Yue. Though she was just a girl, they didn’t dare underestimate her, launching fierce attacks from the start.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Hu Yue dodged their strikes, her speed astonishing the onlookers.
Bang! Bang!
Then, with two deft slaps, she struck both, sending their bodies flying backward.
The crowd was dumbfounded. This little girl was absurdly strong, taking down same-rank opponents with just two slaps?
“Utterly useless!” Hu Yue clapped her hands, looking disdainful.
“Hahaha, what a bunch of trash! This garbage dares to mess with Tianmen?” Ba Hu roared with laughter. With their temperament, they weren’t ones to take insults lying down.
Jia Chao’s face darkened. With both defeated, no one was left to handle Hu Yue.
“Exactly! Dare to provoke Tianmen? This is what you get!”
Seeing this, Tianmen’s disciples grew bolder. The enemy had numbers, but they could only fight same-rank opponents. What could they do?
Having survived countless dangers, they were no pushovers!
“I’ll take you on. Heavenly Martial ninth-rank, who dares to fight me?” Ba Hu, brimming with battle intent, stepped forward, scanning Yu Xiang’s group.
“Hmph, who do you think you are? I, Mu Gang, will fight you!”
At his words, a burly youth emerged from the crowd, charging at Ba Hu.
They’d come to stir trouble—how could they let Tianmen act arrogantly?
“Boom!” “Boom!” “Boom!”…
The two clashed ferociously, waves of powerful energy erupting, shocking the onlookers.
Mu Gang wasn’t weak among Heavenly Martial ninth-rank fighters, but Tianmen’s Ba Hu was equally ferocious, matching him blow for blow.
In the end, Ba Hu’s Tiger Roar Fist defeated Mu Gang, a veteran disciple, in a stunning upset.
The crowd was shocked again. Two Tianmen disciples had real skill, defeating same-rank powerhouses.
“Hahaha, didn’t you come to mess with Tianmen? Let’s see how you do it now!”
At that moment, Wang Long laughed heartily. Ba Hu was injured and shouldn’t fight again, as another opponent would overwhelm him. So Wang Long stepped up.
“I, Wang Long, seek a fight. Who dares?” Wang Long bellowed.
“Hmph, think you’re hot stuff just because you’re first-rank Martial King? We only sent weaklings earlier because their cultivation was too low. Now, we’ll handle you ourselves. Let’s see how long you stay cocky!”
A youth beside Jia Chao stepped forward, pointing at Wang Long scornfully. “Remember, the one beating you is called Zhen Er!”
“Zhen Er, Zhen San, whatever—let’s fight and find out who beats who!”
Wang Long roared, drawing a massive blade and charging forward, slashing fiercely at Zhen Er with overwhelming force, powerful waves radiating from the blade.
Zhen Er drew a long sword, unleashing sharp sword energy, striking back.
With one clash, a metallic clang rang out. Zhen Er was forced back several steps. Wang Long pressed forward relentlessly, attacking with ferocious, unrelenting blade strikes.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Metallic clashes echoed, sparks flying, as immense waves erupted from their blade and sword.
The crowd was stunned again. This Wang Long was ferocious, like a madman, his relentless attacks forcing Zhen Er onto the back foot.
