Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 509 - Anticipate!

"Bang!"

Ye Ling's flying kick directly hit the muscle man's abdomen, and a dull, thunderous sound resounded as the muscle man was sent flying backward, crashing down next to the platform.

"Wow, that kid is too amazing! Even such a strong muscle man got kicked into the air, that's truly awesome!"

"Hey, of course, he's the darkest horse of the entire competition!"

...

As if he heard the audience's comments, the muscle man's face turned crimson in an instant. After climbing up, he glared at Ye Ling with his teeth clenched fiercely.

"Kid, I will definitely kill you. Today, no matter the cost, I will take you down!" the muscle man roared with unabated anger.

Ye Ling smiled slightly and clapped his hands, "Then let's wait and see!"

Watching Ye Ling's indifferent and fearless demeanor, the muscle man took a deep breath and then charged at him once more, his large machete gleaming with a faint chill, heading straight for Ye Ling's neck.

Ye Ling curled his lips, and his right foot stomped the ground fiercely, sending his body soaring into the air. After a backward somersault, he landed on the ground and immediately swept toward the muscle man with a move called 'Sweeping a Thousand Armies'. Bang!

An explosive sound suddenly erupted as Ye Ling's palm solidly struck the muscle man's chest, sending him reeling back three meters, sliding several circles on the platform before stabilizing himself.

He clutched his chest, looking utterly pained. The muscle man raised his head, staring at Ye Ling with a face full of resentment, not expecting Ye Ling to be so formidable!

That palm strike just now would have shattered him if not for his solid muscles!

Seeing the hatred in the muscle man's eyes, Ye Ling let out a cold laugh, lightly tapped with his toes, and dashed straight at the muscle man.

The muscle man, in a panic, hoisted his large machete and fiercely chopped down towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling's body twisted eerily, easily dodging the attack.

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Seeing this, the muscle man spun around, his machete harshly aiming for Ye Ling's waist. Ye Ling's body swayed once more, sidestepping the attack with a sidestep.

At that moment, the muscle man unexpectedly produced a dagger from somewhere, viciously stabbing at Ye Ling's chest. This sudden attack caught Ye Ling somewhat off guard.

A serious expression flashed across Ye Ling's face. Without the support of Spiritual Energy, his defensive power couldn't block the sudden assault.

Ye Ling clenched his teeth tightly, watching his opponent without blinking, and just as the muscle man's blade was about to slice through his clothes, Ye Ling suddenly reached out his hand.

He grabbed the muscle man's wrist that held the knife.

The muscle man's pupils shrank rapidly, then cursed in rage as the force in his other knife-wielding hand surged, stabbing fiercely towards Ye Ling's shoulder.

Ye Ling's brows were filled with an intense killing intent as he firmly grasped the arm with the knife, continuously pulling backward.

At that moment, the muscle man's face changed drastically, feeling a severe pain transmitting through his wrist, he cried out in shock and involuntarily loosened his grip.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Ling quickly spun around, his arm slamming hard into the opponent's neck. If this blow landed, the muscle man would certainly be killed on the spot.

"Bang!"

Ye Ling's ferociously powerful elbow strike landed directly on the muscle man's neck, sending his body flying away.

"Ahwoo!" The muscular man let out a wail as he crashed down from the arena.

Clutching his swollen neck, he struggled to get up, his eyes a bloody red, glaring angrily at Ye Ling.

"Kid, you dare to hurt me, I swear I will kill you!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Ling sneered coldly. He knew full well that had he been weaker than the man before him, he would have already been killed.

Ye Ling slowly approached the muscular man with a mocking curve on his lips, "Just you? Wanting to kill me? You're thinking too simply."

Enraged by these words, the muscular man leapt up and charged at Ye Ling, swinging the large cleaver in his hand.

Seeing his opponent swing the cleaver, Ye Ling's lips curled into a scornful sneer. He stomped his right leg fiercely on the ground, and shot towards the muscular man like a cannonball.

As Ye Ling charged, a sinister smile appeared on the muscular man's face. He swung his cleaver straight for Ye Ling's head, bringing it down with fierce force.

Ye Ling tiptoed, his figure suddenly becoming elusive, avoiding the lethal strike. Immediately, his knee collided violently with the muscular man's abdomen.

Splat!

A spray of crimson blood burst forth, and the muscular man was sent flying backward. This wasn't the end—Ye Ling followed through with two more kicks, sending the muscular man's body flying.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The muscular man crashed heavily onto the arena, his body twitching nonstop, clearly having suffered internal injuries.

"This guy's physical quality is quite impressive. Seems like it's not just his strength that's large; he takes a beating well too," Ye Ling muttered with a chuckle as he touched his chin.

Ye Ling walked slowly over to the muscular man, who was now covered in blood. When he saw Ye Ling, his face was filled with fear that he could not hide.

"I..." Before he could finish his plea for surrender, Ye Ling punched him hard in the neck, a tremendous force instantly breaking it and a gurgling sound coming from his throat.

"Put on a show and then think you can run? As if such good fortune exists in this world."

Ye Ling snorted coldly, stepping on the muscular man's corpse and grabbing his collar.

The muscular man's body was hoisted into the air by Ye Ling; blood continuously flowed from his neck, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and anger.

Ye Ling looked at the muscular man with cold eyes, his hand squeezed slightly, and instantly crushed his neck, causing blood to spurt out and splatter across Ye Ling's face, staining him a bright red.

Then, with a kick, Ye Ling sent the muscular man's corpse tumbling off the arena.

"Ah! You dare to kill my brother! If I don't kill you, I swear I'm no human!" A man on the arena roared angrily upon seeing what had transpired on Ye Ling's side.

Turning to look, Ye Ling saw a burly man standing behind him, his expression dark as thunder, his fingers tightly grasping the hilt of his knife, his eyeballs nearly popping out.

"Who do you think you are, daring to be so reckless in front of me!" said Ye Ling coldly, his voice filled with chill.

"It's none of your business who I am. You've killed my brother, and today, you must join him, or I will never let it go!" the burly man said, his eyes brimming with a murderous intent.

"Heh, your brother attempted to kill me first; it's only right that I dealt with him, it is just and proper. What can you do to me!" Ye Ling retorted with a laugh.