Three minutes later, inside the cage, Yang Fei and Huang Da stood facing each other with solemn expressions.

Not far away, Eldest Senior Brother squinted his eyes, watching Yang Fei.

His eyes were filled with malice.

At this moment, someone leaked Huang Da's identity.

The title of a master from Xuan Ying Pavilion immediately ignited the atmosphere of the entire arena.

Originally, Xuan Ying Pavilion had been extremely secretive and low-key for more than a hundred years.

But since a globally sensational Martial Arts exchange competition ten years ago,

the reputation of Xuan Ying Pavilion, among the top ten Martial Saint Sects, skyrocketed.

Under the hype and reports of countless news media, the masters of Xuan Ying Pavilion had been mythologized as immortals and Buddha, capable of flying and omnipotent.

No matter how formidable Yang Fei was, he was just an ordinary person after all; how could he defeat the legendary master of Xuan Ying Pavilion?

If people had some hope for Yang Fei in the first three matches,

this last one completely dashed their hopes.

The rumor about Huang Da from Xuan Ying Pavilion spread quietly among the crowd like a plague.

This resulted in countless people rushing to the betting counters to place new bets.

Everyone pinned their hopes of making a fortune on Huang Da.

The only ones still betting on Yang Fei were Li Shun, Mad Blade, and their group of brothers.

Of course, there was also the fiery beauty Yan Ran.

Fan Yi had been paying attention to the actions of the red-dressed beauty Yan Ran.

This mysterious and charming woman would always go to the betting counter, place a bet of two million on Yang Fei, and then return to her private box.

During the matches, no matter how thrilling or sensational,

Yan Ran's private box was all silent, eerily quiet.

Fan Yi was secretly suspicious.

Not far away, Sun Weiren was somewhat nervous, standing up agitatedly.

He knew that Yang Fei absolutely could not defeat Huang Da this time.

But without seeing the moment when Yang Fei fell down crippled, his heart could not be calm.

There was no helping it, Yang Fei had been too monstrously powerful.

He managed to turn the tables every time in situations where victory seemed absolutely impossible.

Even masters like Ghost Wolf and Meng Po could do nothing about him.

Sun Weiren's heart was in turmoil.

This last match in the arena would decide the reputation of the First Blood Arena and whether Sun Weiren could continue to stay in Yannan City.

In comparison, the logistics center worth over thirty million seemed trivial.

To the massive commercial tycoon, the Sun Family, this bit of business was just a drop in the ocean.

Under the attentive gaze of the whole venue, the host loudly announced the start of the fourth match on the platform.

He threw a white glove into the cage.

The moment the white glove gracefully landed, Huang Da let out a long howl, akin to a hunting prairie lion, and pounced towards Yang Fei.

In an instant, Huang Da's strong and robust figure appeared from all directions.

He seemed like Sun Wukong, multiplying into countless clones within a blink of an eye.

All the gamblers exclaimed in shock.

This type of rapid flickering, creating countless afterimages, was a movement technique.

To ordinary people, it appeared as miraculous as the legends where immortals soared through clouds and flew across the skies.

Only real Martial Arts Masters knew that this was not some sort of magic or immortal technique, but rather because Huang Da's movement technique was too fast.

Huang Da's previous image lingered on people's retinas and had not yet disappeared.

As new images appeared on everyone's retinas, so two images of Huang Da emerged.

At this very moment, Huang Da's figure doubled, and doubled again, from two to four, four to eight.

On the small fighting platform, eight figures of Huang Da suddenly appeared.

One could only imagine how fast his speed was!

Meng Po was also known for his speed, but compared to Huang Da, he was merely a Little Wu meeting a Great Witch.

Qiu Yidao, standing far away, could not help but rise to his feet at the sight of Huang Da's superbly fast movement technique.

He muttered, "I originally thought Huang Da got into Xuan Ying Pavilion just by luck."

"Now it seems, my Martial Arts is really no match for his."

Yang Fei's palms also broke out in a cold sweat.

With Yang Fei's keen eyes, he couldn't make out which of the eight Huang Das on the platform was real or fake.

He was just a piece of trash at the Earth-grade Mingjin level.

And Huang Da was only one step away from breaking into the Strength Transformation realm.

If Yang Fei made a wrong judgment and collided head-on with Huang Da, the outcome was obvious.

In just an instant, Yang Fei would be torn to shreds by Huang Da's fierce Dark Force.

In a flash of lightning, before Yang Fei could fully discern, Huang Da had already charged in front of him.

His huge, towering body completely blocked Yang Fei's escape route, a palm chopping towards his neck.

Yang Fei felt an intense stinging around his neck, like being pricked by needles, his hairs standing on end.

Fearing the worst, he rolled over and tumbled across the cage.

Crash!

Huang Da's palm chopped down on the steel bars of the cage, causing a loud crash that shook the entire cage.

Half a steel bar was flattened into scrap iron and hung down.

Huang Da's movements were like lightning, hardly retracting his fist before he swung a High-Pressure Leg, like a heavy war axe, chopping down at Yang Fei in the corner.

This time, with no escape, Yang Fei barely managed to grab a nearly detached steel bar and raised it over his head.

Bang!

The steel bar in Yang Fei's hand was bent into a right angle by the kick, and Yang Fei himself was thrown to the side by the violent force.

Everyone screamed in shock.

As expected, the master of Xuan Ying Pavilion lives up to his reputation!

Huang Da moved like a dragon and a tiger, his movements shadow-like. He executed another move, Bull Stamping, a big foot chopping towards Yang Fei's chest.

The sound of the wind was heavy, as if swinging a giant heavy axe.

In that instant, because of the angle, Yang Fei clearly saw the movement and angle of Huang Da's steps.

He couldn't help but be stunned, then a sly smile spread across his face.

Bang!

The sly smile had just appeared on Yang Fei's face when he was kicked flying by Huang Da.

Yang Fei's body, like a kite with a broken string, smashed into the cage behind him and then fell down.

"Good!"

Sun Weiren couldn't contain his ecstasy and loudly cheered from below the platform.

The tense look on Qiu Yidao's face finally relaxed, and he slowly nodded.

Most of the bettors started to cheer.

The disruptive hotel odd-job man was finally going to be defeated.

Elsewhere, Mad Blade and Fan Yi, among others, were startled.

Mad Blade rushed over and yelled from outside the cage, "Brother Fei, can you still hold on?"

Yang Fei, like a battered sack, lay on the platform.

He raised his head, blood freely flowing from his mouth, yet his face bore an incredibly joyous smile.

He gestured a victory sign to Mad Blade and laughed loudly, "Don't worry, I've got this in the bag."

Mad Blade was stunned, and before he could speak, Huang Da, like a maggot attached to bones, immediately pursued again, chopping at Yang Fei's head with the same move.

"Be careful!"

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