Meng Po's eyes narrowed instinctively at the heavy sense of crisis she felt.

She instinctively moved to the left, resembling a ghostly figure, and immediately vanished from the spot.

However, Yang Fei immediately followed closely, embracing her in his pursuit.

Meng Po's eyelids twitched violently as she made two quick, consecutive shuffles to continue evading.

Yet, Yang Fei, as if driven by an irrational fervor, threw himself at her once more, heedless of the consequences.

Behind Meng Po was a cage, leaving her no room to retreat.

She gritted her teeth, and with a buzzing sound, her left hand's fingernails suddenly sprang out,

Each of her fingernails, now about three inches long, gleamed with a metallic luster.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Po's five nails, sharp as daggers, directly stabbed towards Yang Fei's chest.

Yang Fei sidestepped slightly, yet astonishingly neither dodged nor avoided, and instead collided head-on.

With a sizzling sound, three of Meng Po's nails pierced through Yang Fei's shoulder.

But at the same time, Yang Fei had also caught hold of Meng Po.

He grabbed her left hand, bent over, and using his shoulder as a pivot, he exerted force with his waist and back, harshly throwing her forward.

Bang!

A dull thud sounded as Meng Po's body, like a dead fish thrown onto a sandy beach, slammed rigidly onto the rough cement floor of the arena.

The tremendous force caused the cement floor of the arena to crack, spreading out like a spiderweb.

Cement debris flew chaotically everywhere.

Pff!

Blood spurted from Meng Po's mouth.

This fatal throw had broken at least three or four of her bones.

Everyone issued incredulous exclamations of shock.

Many people couldn't help but stand up, and on the faces of all the guests in the venue, only one expression remained.

Stunned, astonished, disbelieving…

No one expected that the illustrious Meng Po, the King of Ghosts, would be defeated by Yang Fei without even completing a single move.

And to suffer such a miserable defeat at that.

Sun Weiren was holding a tall crystal glass, frozen in place, looking dazed and devastated.

Qiu Yidao's face also showed shock, staring blankly at Yang Fei.

However, a vigorous fighting spirit flashed in Huang Da's eyes.

In his pupils, it seemed as if two ghost fires were burning.

The Eldest Senior Brother chuckled coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Well done, Brother Fei is mighty!"

Only now did Mad Blade and Li Shun, among others, snap back to reality.

Mad Blade shouted loudly in applause, while Fan Yi nodded slightly.

Only Yi Long and Li Shun were still staring dumbfoundedly at Yang Fei.

The world-renowned Meng Po was defeated by Yang Fei without even completing a single move?

It was simply unbelievable.

Meng Po still wanted to struggle, but Yang Fei's left hand pulled off the broken nails from his shoulder and gently pressed them against her cheek.

He said lightly, "Sister Meng Po, your nails are very sharp."

"If you dare to move, I wouldn't mind carving a little turtle on your face."

At this moment, where was there any trace of a foolish demeanor in Yang Fei?

His expression was stern, his murderous intent overwhelming, and his lips curled into a sinister, ferocious smile.

Blood from Yang Fei's shoulder seeped through, staining his clothes red.

Yet his face remained extremely calm.

Eerily calm!

Seeing his indifferent eyes, Meng Po's fighting spirit and battle will immediately vanished.

She relaxed her body and sighed, "I lost."

Yang Fei slowly stood up, his eyes filled with respect.

He said softly, "I have always heard that Meng Po is the King of Ghosts, and her strength is unfathomable."

"Today, to be able to battle with you is truly my honor."

Meng Po struggled to sit up, fresh blood constantly pouring from her mouth.

She gazed deeply at Yang Fei, "To beat skill with simplicity, overpower the many with strength, your fighting talent has surprised me."

Yang Fei smiled faintly and stretched lazily.

"You are different from Ghost Wolf. You excel in speed. Although not necessarily faster than me, it would be very difficult for me to win against you in an actual combat."

"Therefore, at the start, I chose to break skill with power."

Meng Po lowered her head bitterly and said softly, "Thus, I was defeated right from the start."

Yang Fei said no more, turned around, and raised his hands high.

At this moment, the host finally came to his senses.

He jogged over and announced the result of this competition.

With the help of two staff members, Meng Po stood up.

Her eyes deeply fixed on Yang Fei, she said faintly, "I have a premonition that you will become Buddha Lord's greatest rival. Young man, take care."

After Meng Po finished speaking, she swayed and left the cage.

Although she was injured, her speed was still incredibly fast.

In the third round challenge, Yang Fei won decisively!

All the people stared blankly at Yang Fei.

Many martial artists racked their brains, unable to understand the reason for Meng Po's defeat.

Meng Po was a master of the Dark Energy Level.

Such a significant figure was easily defeated by someone of the Earth Grade Mingjin.

This match completely overturned everyone's understanding of the Martial Arts Realm.

Although it's said that martial artists with a higher realm are not necessarily good at fighting,

Meng Po is the King of Ghosts. When it comes to combat and assassination experience, few in the audience could match her.

Yet she still lost to Yang Fei.

Sun Weiren watched Yang Fei dumbfounded, his heart trembling with fear.

What kind of monster is this guy?

He has defeated three great masters consecutively, and even Meng Po lost to him.

Among everyone, only Mad Blade and Fan Yi remained calm.

Mad Blade snorted with disdain, "What's so strange about it?"

"Speaking of the Martial Arts Realm, I am far superior to the Chief Instructor, yet he brutally defeated me, a bunch of bumpkins who haven't seen the world."

Eldest Senior Brother kept watching Yang Fei, his expression turning cold and indifferent again.

He said softly, "Huang Da, it's your turn to go up."

"Remember, don't let his steps and movement techniques disrupt your attacking rhythm."

"This odd-job man from the hotel is really not simple at all."

Huang Da nodded and waved to Sun Weiren.

Sun Weiren, already dazed by consecutive defeats, was left with his mind blank.

Even Meng Po was defeated by Yang Fei, he couldn't conceive of anyone else who could possibly defeat this damned odd-job man.

Seeing Huang Da wave his hand, Sun Weiren suddenly shivered.

He snapped back to reality, hope surging in him again.

When it comes to Kung Fu, Master Huang is the most formidable.

Perhaps, he could turn things around.

He rushed over, saying urgently, "Master Huang, you've seen how arrogant this guy is, only you can handle him now."

"Please, you must cripple him, or else we will have endless troubles."

In Huang Da's eyes, a zealous battle Qi sparked.

He said softly, "Rest assured, this person has provoked my interest."

"Only he is worthy of my full effort, to enjoy a battle to the fullest."

Sun Weiren listened, half understanding, as Huang Da no longer paid him any heed and turned to walk towards the stage.

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