Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

0Cheng Poshan's hands finally stopped hugging his chest and slowly clenched into fists. His eyes were filled with endless fighting intent. He took a deep breath and shouted, "Today I will kill you and use your blood to avenge my third brother!"    

    

As he shouted in anger, his skin was covered in a thick bronze color, making him look like a bronze statue of Shaolin Temple.    

    

On the other side, Third Uncle had just been rescued. When he saw the situation, he said in surprise, "This is the ultimate technique of Cheng Family, Thirteen Tycoons' Golden Bell Shield! Looking at Cheng Poshan, it seemed like he had already cultivated to the highest realm. He was like an indestructible diamond that could not be broken, even lightning and fire could not be broken. We might not even be able to break it!"    

    

Yang Lin had heard about Ye Chen before. She immediately frowned and said, "Everyone said that this Immortal Master Ye is very powerful. It seems like Cheng Poshan is very afraid of him."    

    

Third Uncle coughed twice and shook his head." It's useless. Cheng Family has two supreme techniques. The Seven Injuries Fist was used to attack and the Golden Bell Shield was used to defend. As Martial Arts Master, Cheng Poshan must have mastered these two skills very well."    

    

" Not to mention he's just an ordinary warlock, even a magic master. In such a small space in the arena, no one can fight Cheng Poshan. At such a close distance, a cultivator wants to fight with a Fighter. No one can fight a ___ unless they reach the Saint Realm!"    

    

Yang Lin frowned and a trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes. She sighed and said, "Is there no other way?"    

    

Initially, when she saw Shen Tianming's lofty sentiments, she thought that Jiang Province could obtain victory. At that time, even if she had to lower her head, she might not be forced to sell her body.    

    

It was not only Yang Lin and Third Uncle who thought highly of Ye Chen. Almost no one in the audience thought highly of him. Even many of the big shots in Jiang Province felt guilty. After all, Cheng Poshan's domineering appearance was too shocking, but Ye Chen had always kept a low profile. He was not famous.    

    

Cheng Poshan, whose body was glowing with bronze light, looked like a golden Arhat that had descended from the heavens. He let out a roar that shook the entire arena.    

    

After that, everyone saw a flash of light. Cheng Poshan had already appeared in front of Ye Chen. He held his hands into the shape of a hammer and smashed towards Ye Chen.    

    

Third Uncle, who was standing below the stage, was extremely shocked. He said in a low voice, "I'm afraid this attack is extremely powerful. Even someone as powerful as Martial Arts Master will find it very difficult to withstand it."    

    

However, under everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Chen did not dodge. He merely extended his right hand and gently raised it. He easily blocked this thunderous attack!    

    

"This is impossible!" Cheng Poshan instantly felt a chill in his heart. However, he was also an arrogant man. He took a deep breath and shouted out loudly. Both of his hands interlocked and struck out continuously.    

    

The crowd below the stage was completely stunned. They saw Cheng Poshan punch out with both hands like a storm. Even if it was a piece of steel plate that was hit, it would probably be melted into water at this time.    

    

However, Ye Chen had one hand behind his back and waved it casually with the other hand. He actually blocked all of his opponent's fists.    

    

The most terrifying thing was that his feet were nailed to the stage, and he didn't move a single step!    

    

Even those who didn't know martial arts could tell how big the gap between them was. After Cheng Poshan attacked fiercely, he was gasping for breath. This wasn't because he was tired, but because of fear and fear.    

    

"Alright, stand where you are and don't move!"    

    

He secretly gritted his teeth and roared. He slid to the side and appeared behind Ye Chen like a ghost. He threw a punch at the back of Ye Chen's head.    

    

Third Uncle, who was standing below the stage, shouted, "Not good, Ye Chen is too proud. He did not want to move his feet, but it was too late for him to turn around. If Cheng Poshan punches him, I'm afraid his head will explode like a watermelon!"    

    

But at this moment...    

    

"Your movement is too slow."    

    

Ye Chen said indifferently. He did not turn around. He did not even look back. He raised his arm gently and hit back with his elbow.    

    

This strike looked simple and unadorned, but in Cheng Poshan's eyes, the strength of this move was very great. Ye Chen's movement seemed to have predicted Cheng Poshan's movement. Ye Chen had already expected Cheng Poshan to appear there, and he was waiting for Cheng Poshan to crash into him!    

    

"Boom!"    

    

With a dull sound, Cheng Poshan's ribs hit Ye Chen's elbow. He only felt a sharp pain and instantly numbed his limbs and bones. The Thirteen Tycoons' Golden Bell Shield, which had been passed down from generation to generation in the Cheng Family, was actually useless!    

    

The crowd below the stage was very surprised!    

    

Cheng Poshan, who was using the Golden Bell Shield with all his strength, looked like a golden Arhat that had descended from the heavens, was easily knocked down to the ground by Ye Chen. He struggled a few times in the arena, but was unable to get up.    

    

This must be a fake!?    

    

"How is this possible!?"    

    

Blood flowed out from the corner of Cheng Poshan's mouth, and his expression changed dramatically. When he used his Golden Bell Shield at the highest level, he could even use his sniper rifle to block the attack, but he was actually injured by this brat with just a simple movement?    

    

"Argh!"    

    

He raised his head to the sky and roared once again. His originally bronze skin suddenly burst open, and fresh blood spilled all over the ground, revealing pink muscles, and even bones from some of the wounds.    

    

Third Uncle's expression changed again, and he said in a low voice, "Cheng Poshan has already started to use the Seven Injuries Fist with all his strength. He realized that he could not withstand Ye Chen's attack. He abandoned his defense and prepared for the last attack. He has placed all of his hopes on this punch! "    

    

At the same time, Sun Huaixing, who was standing beside Elder Deng, was also shocked. He stood up and shouted," Immortal Master Ye, be careful! The Seven Injuries Fist would not only cause damage to the enemy, it would also cause damage to oneself. Cheng Poshan's injury was so serious that his punch must be very powerful. I'm afraid he has already touched the edge of the Saint Realm!"    

    

When the crowd heard this, they immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. Saint Realm! What did that mean? Sword God, who controlled the Heavenly Dynasty and was respected by thousands of people, was in charge of the R Country. Ito Musashi, the Sword Hero who pulled out a knife and cut water, and Qiu Lingyun, the Rushing Thunder Hand who controlled the Qing Gang with both hands pointing at the sky...    

    

As long as one looked at these resounding names, one would know what kind of people Martial Saint was. Although this punch of Cheng Poshan only touched the edge of Saint Realm, perhaps this punch could collapse the entire arena!    

    

Cheng Poshan let out a wild roar, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his body once again. However, his entire body flew out like an arrow leaving the bow, and he threw out a punch with all his strength.    

    

This punch was like a dragon's roar from the nine heavens. It was also like a tiger's roar from the forest. There were even sounds of tearing. It was unknown whether it was the air or his muscles that were being torn apart.    

    

"Hmph."    

    

However, Ye Chen did not dodge. He lightly shouted and merely took a horse stance. He raised his hand to meet the punch.    

    

Zou Hu, who was watching from below the stage, suddenly opened his mouth wide in surprise. The move Ye Chen used to resist that shocking punch was surprisingly similar to the skill Ye Chen taught him!    

    

Although Ye Chen's punch looked casual, it shocked Cheng Poshan. He felt that his opponent was like an ancient Immortal Venerable. His palm was filled with stars and stars, and his fist contained the sun, moon, and mountains!    

    

Everywhere this punch passed, the air actually produced a series of shattering sounds. The surrounding gale blew violently, causing sand and dust to fill the sky. That arena, which cost three provinces of manpower and material resources to build, was said to be able to withstand the impact of several tons of weight. It was as shaky as a small boat in the middle of a storm. It looked as if it had only been lightly caressed for a moment.    

    

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!"    

    

Cheng Poshan let out a heart-wrenching cry. He used all his strength, and the True Qi instantly burst out from all his limbs and bones. The huge backlash even melted all the flesh and bones in his body, revealing his bones.    

    

His attack had already merged his life into it. Even if he could stop his opponent, he would only have a few minutes of lifespan left.    

    

Cheng Poshan knew that this was his last resort. However, he absolutely couldn't accept losing to a young man in his twenties. Under the guidance of this belief, he was like a moth flying into the flame. He waved the Seven Injuries Fist and faced Ye Chen's shocking attack.    

    

However, at this moment, a shout suddenly sounded from the void, "Long River Setting Sun!"    

    

In an instant, it sounded like a Golden Crow flapping its wings and a dragon bird chirping. No one could see anything else in their eyes. They only saw an expanse of dazzling and resplendent sun radiance!