Possessing a physique comparable to that of giants in legends, there is only this inhuman monster, Qin Yong.

  Dajia Xi's face was solemn, he looked up and gazed at Qin Yong. In the past, people always looked up to him, but now it was the other way around. A chill rose inexplicably in his heart.

  "Is it you, you little brat? The military advisor said that as long as I beat you to death, I'll get an extra meal tonight, so go die!" Qin Yong shouted out his reason for wanting to kill him, which was simply to eat more good food. He then stretched out his huge fist and struck at him.

  Although Dai Jiaxi didn't understand what the other person was shouting about, he knew it wasn't anything good. From Qin Yong's footsteps, he could tell that his martial arts skills were not high and didn't have any air of a master.

  Such a roughneck actually dares to show off in front of him, truly doesn't know how to write the word "death".

  He sneered coldly and slapped his palm out casually, using 80% of his strength, aiming to kill the enemy with one slap and establish his dominance.

  Just as his palm was about to touch Qin Yong's fist, he felt that the sound of his opponent's punch was unusual, and a huge force that was hard to imagine came towards him with a massive iron fist. As a gladiator himself, he had extremely rich combat experience, and feeling something was off, he didn't dare to collide head-on, immediately withdrawing his strength and retreating.

  His reaction was quick, but his right arm was still grazed by Qin Yong's fist wind, and he only felt a dull pain in his arm bone. His true energy circulation was also slightly hindered. He was shocked in his heart, wondering who this person was and why a ordinary punch had such killing power.

  Dajia Xi knew about Qin Yong's unparalleled brute strength and didn't dare to fight head-on again. He unfolded his lightness skill, circling around Qin Yong, sometimes stealing a palm on his back, but refusing to make direct contact with him.

  Zai dou shu he, Qin Yong ting le xia lai, ta shuang shou kou yao, nu ma dao: "zen me you yi zhi hou zi, ni di di da bu da."

  Translation:

  Once again they clashed, Qin Yong stopped and stood with his hands on his hips, scolding angrily: "How come it's another monkey, are you going to hit or not?"

  Dajiaxi was at a loss, when he suddenly saw Qinyong stop and start speaking. He was overjoyed, earlier he had struck Qinyong several times with his palm, not only did it not hurt him in the least, but instead the counterforce made his hands numb, knowing that his opponent must be practicing an extremely high level of external hard qigong, which is why he wasn't afraid of being hit.

  All the external martial arts in the world have a common characteristic, which is to hold one's breath. Especially hard qigong is even more so, emphasizing that a mouthful of true qi should be circulated on the surface of the skin and muscles, only then can it be as hard as a rock, and swords and knives cannot enter.

  Qin Yong, now that he had spoken, couldn't muster his true energy. Da Jiasi, having been through a hundred battles, wouldn't miss such a great opportunity. His body seemed to lighten by several times, and with one leap, he arrived in front of Qin Yong, using all his strength to land a palm strike on Qin Yong's chest and abdomen.

  He put all his strength into this palm strike, thinking that even a top master of the world would not be able to withstand such a blow at his vital point.

  Dajia Xi's palm struck something solid, and only then did he feel a sense of solidity in his heart. But this feeling didn't last for even a second before he realized that something was off.

  Although Qin Yong's words were not yet finished, the vibration of his speech could still be clearly felt between his chest and abdomen, but when Da Jiaxi's palm struck him, he still felt a great force rebounding back, and Qin Yong did not even tremble with his voice.

  Dajiaxi was shocked and lost his color, could it be that this person's skill wasn't an external extraordinary ability, but rather some kind of unparalleled and unmatched technique? He knew he was in trouble, just as he was about to use force to retreat, he suddenly felt a tight grip on his wrist, and had already been tightly grasped by Qin Yong.

  Qin Yong sneered: "You little monkey, you've finally been caught by me."

  Dajia Xi's eyes flashed with terror, he struggled with all his might, but Qin Yong's large hand didn't budge. He reacted extremely quickly, his left hand striking Qin Yong's body with several consecutive palms, while both feet employed a linked kicking technique, striving to shake off Qin Yong and escape.

  But all these efforts were in vain, the fists and feet that landed on Qin Yong's body he didn't even look at, just thinking that his opponent was itching for him. Suddenly, with a burst of laughter, his right hand swung out, lifting Da Jiaxi's sturdy body high up, slamming it fiercely to the ground.

  Dajia Xi was grasped in his hand, just like a three-year-old child being caught by an adult, unable to break free no matter how hard he struggled. In the midst of extreme panic, he suddenly felt his body being thrown into the air by a strange force, and then rapidly falling back down. With his wide-open eyes, he clearly saw the solid ground rushing up towards him at high speed, and then his body heavily kissed the ground.

  Qin Yong seemed to have taken a liking to this fun game, and with his terrifying laughter, he repeatedly swung the big living person in his hand and slammed it to the ground. The dust flew everywhere, and the gravel filled the sky. After about half a minute, he suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to scratch his head, and asked in confusion: "Where's that monkey? Where did it go?"

  Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, and all they saw was that he still held a mangled arm in his hand, while his body was covered in fresh blood and entrails, with polluted blood and brains scattered all over the ground, as well as shattered pieces of flesh and clothing. Dajiaxi, this number one master who shook the world, had his life, except for an arm, crushed into smithereens under his unparalleled monstrous strength.

  The air was filled with a pungent bloody smell, and the onlookers could no longer bear it, vomiting sounds rising and falling. On the viewing platform, Little Princess Liu Ting had long dared not to look again, burying her head deep in Xia Yajun's arms, her body slightly trembling, apparently extremely frightened.

  Although Xia Yajun's martial arts skills were high and profound, she had never seen such a bloody scene before. She turned away with a pale face, feeling waves churning in her chest and abdomen, and hurriedly used her internal energy to barely suppress the extremely nauseating feeling, but didn't dare look again.

  Qin Yong looked around and couldn't find Dajia Xi's figure, so he threw the remaining arm in his hand and shouted: "Let that monkey come up and die too."

  Inside the tent of Western Caesar, a great chaos erupted. Seeing his ferocious appearance, even Da Jiaxi, a top-notch expert, was miserably killed and ended up with no whole corpse. Who else dared to come forward and die?

  Qin Yong shouted several times, but no one paid attention to him. In his great anger, he was just about to go forward and lift the tent of the Caesars' camp. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him out of nowhere. The crowd looked over and saw that it was none other than Auben, who had been as calm as Mount Tai all along.

  Xu Haifeng's eyes lit up, and he exchanged a glance with Jiang Kongming. They both knew that this was actually the final battle. Although their side had many masters, no one could defeat Aben Shisho. If even Qin Yong, that monster, was defeated by him, then they would have no choice but to surrender and admit defeat.

  Modu Chanyu and Hami Stab exchanged a glance, both of them were shocked in their hearts. Qin Yong was so fierce, far beyond their expectations. When did the Han Dynasty also have such a fierce general? And Ao Ben did not disappoint his reputation as a master, with tens of thousands of eyes above and below the stage, no one could see when he walked down from the stage.

  Aoben's figure is not tall among the Caesars, and compared with Qin Yong, it is even more heaven and earth apart.

  Qin Yong lowered his head and took a glance at him, shaking his head and saying: "This old monkey of yours can't take a beating, exchange it for a slightly larger one."

  In his simple mind, the taller and more majestic one's physique is, the more formidable he is. Someone as thin and small as Auben is simply a synonym for weakness.

  Aoben Zongshi had spent his life roaming the land of Kaisa for many years, and his profound understanding of human nature had almost reached the point where he could see through all worldly things. Although he heard Qin Yong's derogatory words, he was not moved in the slightest. He said in a low voice: "Big guy, I'm going to make my move."

  Qin Yong didn't think much of it, but suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly: "Military strategist, you said I should respect the elderly and love the young, and not harm the old, weak, sick and disabled. There's an old monkey here, what to do."

  Jiang Kung-ming was furious and cursed: "Foolish materials, just kill anyone who comes on stage."

  Qin Yong was overjoyed and replied, "I understand." When he turned his head back, his face was already filled with murderous intent.

  However, before he could even make a move, Auben Master had already gathered ten successful forces and struck his chest with one blow. But what made Auben Master shocked was that Qin Yong seemed to be unaware of it at all, and didn't take this sneak attack as a big deal. Moreover, there was a strange counter-shock force on his body, which directly bounced off Auben Master's palm.

  Qin Yong turned around and threw a pair of fists at Auben's head, forcing even the Master Auben to retreat in defeat.

  It wasn't until now that he knew why Dajiaxi refused to take Qin Yong's punch head-on. It turned out that each of this guy's punches had a weight of over a thousand kilograms. What kind of powerful physique was this, being able to unleash such enormous energy?

  Aoben, under Qin Yong's continuous attacks, had no choice but to learn from Dajiaxi's method and keep circling around Qin Yong, waiting for an opportunity to land a not-too-painful punch. He was feeling frustrated in his heart, knowing that he shouldn't have taken the field personally, as it was something that could be accomplished by simply sending a second-rate high-ranking expert.

  In fact, when encountering a non-human monster like Qin Yong, whether his opponent is a top master of the Zongshi level or a second-rate master of the next level, it doesn't make much difference. It's just that when he realized this fact, it was already too late, and he couldn't suddenly quit halfway through the arena battle and swap people.

  The two men wrestled for a moment, then Qin Yong suddenly stopped and stared at Auben with his cow-like eyes, saying: "Old monkey, stand still and don't move, let me punch you once?"

  Aubrey looked at him with a mixture of laughter and tears, thinking to herself that if she agreed with him, then there would be ghosts.

  Qin Yong didn't get a response, anger flashed on his face, and he suddenly turned around and rushed into the first tent to the east.

  Aoben just let out a breath, no matter what the reason was, as long as this guy who couldn't be killed left, the rest of the people were not worth worrying about. However, before he had even finished exhaling, he involuntarily sucked it back in again.

  Qin Yong went in and then hastily returned to the corner of the arena, but his originally empty hands now held two incredible objects.

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