"It’s him!"

Jin Zizhen shot to his feet, recalling the person who had killed Mitsuhide Kamishiro the previous night. Could it be the same person? But he doesn’t look like him at all.

At this moment, the entire arena fell deathly silent. Dead! Er Tai, the Muay Thai expert, had actually been killed by Yang Qi in a single punch. Was his punch really that powerful?

Yang Qi coldly scanned the people in the crowd who had been mocking and ridiculing him moments before. He then walked over to the stands, pulled them out one by one, and threw them to the ground.

"Everyone, kneel! Slap yourselves thirty times each. Not one less!" Yang Qi glared at them and commanded coldly.

If this had been moments earlier, they might have resisted and even dared to shout back. But after witnessing Yang Qi kill Er Tai with a single punch, they had lost all their courage. Instead, they turned pleading eyes to Jin Zizhen. "City Lord Jin, we are all your guests! You can’t just stand by and watch!"

"Hmph. Mr. Yang is also my esteemed guest—one seated in the front row, no less. You dared to insult my honored guest, showing no respect for me in the process. Making you kneel and slap yourselves is letting you off easy. Jin Nan, send men to watch them. If anyone doesn’t slap themselves hard enough, throw them in the dog cages!" Jin Zizhen snorted coldly.

He already respected Yang Qi for helping his daughter. Now, after seeing him kill Er Tai in one blow, he was even more certain that this man was no ordinary person. Therefore, he naturally sided with Yang Qi. Besides, those people truly were detestable. They had insulted his esteemed guest and even Chen Baixiang. It was unforgivable.

The group was filled with regret, but they had no choice but to start slapping their own faces vigorously.

Yang Qi ignored them and turned his attention to Tang Wenqiang. "Get on the stage. You said it yourself: if I defeated Er Tai, you would fight me. A man from the esteemed Tang Family of Sea City wouldn’t go back on his word, would he?"

"I...!" Tang Wenqiang was stunned once more. He was no match for Er Tai, and Yang Qi had killed the man with a single punch. If I go up there, aren’t I just courting death?

"I’ve already told you," Yang Qi said coldly. "If you don’t come up here, I’ll kill you. If you do, I might just spare your life and simply punish you for your disrespect."

"I... I...!" Tang Wenqiang didn’t dare believe Yang Qi’s words. If he was killed in the Death Battle Arena, he’d just be dead. Even if his family avenged him, he wouldn’t be around to see it.

"Look at you, what a coward. You’re a disgrace to your family. Forget it, I’ve lost interest," Yang Qi said indifferently. "Kneel, kowtow three times, apologize, and I’ll spare you."

"Impossible! I am a member of the Tang Family of Sea City! Do you have any idea what the consequences are for offending us?" Tang Wenqiang retorted, shaking his head.

"You won’t do this, and you won’t do that. It seems you’re determined to act shamelessly. In that case, don’t blame me for taking matters into my own hands." Yang Qi sneered. He leaped off the stage, grabbed Tang Wenqiang by the throat, and slammed him down onto the ground. Forced to his knees, Tang Wenqiang could only glare at Yang Qi with a look of such venomous resentment it was as if he wanted to devour him whole.

"What? Still not convinced?" Yang Qi taunted. "You’ve been repeatedly disrespectful to me. There’s nothing wrong with me teaching you a lesson, is there? If your Tang Family won’t discipline you, I will!"

With that, Yang Qi began slapping him fiercely. He delivered more than a dozen slaps, stopping only when Tang Wenqiang’s face was bruised and swollen and all of his teeth had been knocked out. Then, he stepped back onto the stage and looked at Lin Canghai and Gu Shanhe. "Alright, who’s next? Who else wants to have a go?"

Lin Canghai shook his head and chose to back down. Yang Qi had killed Er Tai, and he didn’t believe the man he had brought was any stronger.

"Lin Canghai, you’re a real coward," Gu Shanhe said, looking coldly at Yang Qi. "Er Tai? He was just some Muay Thai expert, hardly worth mentioning! Kid, I suggest you admit defeat now while you still can. Hand over the Five Elements Stone, and I might spare your life!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Sorry, I don’t make a habit of handing over my possessions," Yang Qi replied, shaking his head. "If you want it, you’ll have to take it."

"Brave lad, courting death! Master, if you please!" Gu Shanhe stood and bowed respectfully toward an empty part of the arena.

Everyone was stunned, unsure what Gu Shanhe was doing. The vast Death Battle Arena was empty aside from the audience. What master is he asking for? Where is this master?

The next moment, however, Jin Zizhen, Lei Tingjun, and Ye Feng all frowned and looked off into the distance.

Yang Qi chuckled. "Heh, what a flashy entrance. But I’ll admit, his Qinggong is truly impressive!"

While everyone was still confused, a figure appeared in the distance, approaching at high speed. A whooshing sound cut through the air—the sound of displaced wind. Everyone instinctively turned to look, and what they saw left them thunderstruck. A figure was flying toward them four or five meters in the air, seemingly walking on nothing, stirring up a gale that sent dust swirling from the ground.

"My heavens, is that an immortal?" someone gasped, shivering uncontrollably.

Everyone was utterly astounded. Most had heard legends about Martial Artists and could even comprehend feats like running up walls—at least there was a surface to stand on. But this? He was walking on thin air! What kind of special effect is this?!

"Walking on air... that’s definitely a Martial Arts Overlord!" Ye Feng said, his brow furrowed. An expert of this caliber actually appeared at an auction like this. It looks like it won’t be so easy for Mr. Yang to get his Five Elements Stone.

Seeing the man arrive, Gu Shanhe shouted, "Welcome, Master! Your power is magnificent!"

By now, the so-called Master was above the stands. He suddenly dropped to the ground, and with a single stomp, he soared into the air again. He cleared a distance of a hundred meters in a single leap, landing gracefully beside Gu Shanhe.

He shot a contemptuous glance at Yang Qi on the stage. "Kid, you’re my opponent? How unlucky. But never mind, you can wait a moment. I have an old score to settle today."

After speaking, he turned to Lei Tingjun and sneered, "Lei Tingjun, still remember me?"

"Of course. I’d recognize you even if you were turned to ash," Lei Tingjun said coldly, his eyes fixed on the man. "You betrayed our country during that military operation years ago, leading to the deaths of twelve soldiers. I was the one who personally captured you! Unfortunately, you were rescued during your transport. For ten years, there’s been no sign of you. I never imagined you’d dare to return! Wu Yonggui!"

Lei Tingjun could feel that Wu Yonggui was immensely powerful. Even if he wasn’t quite on Mitsuhide Kamishiro’s level, he wasn’t far off—at the very least, he was a powerhouse at the Half-step Overlord Level. Back then, Wu Yonggui had been a Martial Arts prodigy. Who would have thought he would betray his own country? And now, the scoundrel had actually dared to come back.

"Hehe, it’s good that you remember," Wu Yonggui said, staring coldly at Lei Tingjun. "You crippled my Martial Arts back then. Today, I will cripple yours!"