Chapter 101: Defeated in a Single Move

“Who leaked this news?” Upstairs, Ye Feng frowned and said, somewhat dazed.

The Bilistel Empire was one of the three great eastern empires, yet it had actually fallen into the role of the Holy Land’s lapdog. Such a thing was truly hard to accept.

What shocked Ye Feng even more was that he had known nothing about it.

“It was probably leaked from the imperial palace. No one knew about it before,” Huan Qingwu said, holding his hand and turning to look at him with a playful tilt of her head.

At her words, Ye Feng nodded thoughtfully. If what Qingwu said was true, then the purpose of Emperor Tang Hen was very clear.

“All right! I’ll fight you, then. But if I lose control and beat you to death, don’t blame me!” Shamo said blankly, not caring in the least that others were watching.

More and more people gathered at the edge of the crowd, and the cheers grew louder and louder, the momentum overwhelming.

The broad ground on East Street was already spacious, yet at this moment it was filled with killing intent, all of it radiating from Beichen Yichuan. He simply could not endure this humiliation, though it had been brought on himself.

Sensing that murderous aura, the shouts from the outskirts gradually weakened, and everyone stared nervously toward the tense center.

Shamo, tall and straight-backed, strode toward Beichen Yichuan. For him, killing intent was like a stimulant; the fiercer it was, the more excited he became.

With his hands behind his back, Beichen Yichuan stood coldly and arrogantly. Though not exceptionally handsome, he possessed the bearing of a true master.

This was the realm of a warrior: even if the world outside was in uproar, once battle was at hand, they could gather their focus in an instant.

“Both of you come at once!” Though his voice was not loud, it carried clearly into the ears of everyone present.

By then, seven or eight hundred people had gathered. At those words, the crowd erupted in an uproar. This brat was far too arrogant, actually wanting to stand alone against both Shamo and He Xu, two great experts.

One had to know that Shamo possessed strength comparable to a Spirit Emperor. If placed among the younger generation, he was an existence matched by few.

“Who the hell is this guy? So arrogant. He really doesn’t know the height of heaven or the depth of earth!”

“He’s done for now! One of the two beasts of the capital, Shamo, has definitely been provoked. Even if that freak Ye Mangzi doesn’t show up, this guy is still dead!”

“Who says Ye Mangzi isn’t here? Look upstairs...”

The spectators talked all at once, many of them pointing at Shamo and Beichen Yichuan as they discussed the scene.

“Then first beat me before saying anything!” The frenzied one waved a hand, signaling that he alone would be enough.

In the arena, Beichen Yichuan lifted his brows again and again, then said calmly, “I’m older than you. If I truly strike first, it would be bullying you. You should attack first.”

His manner was extremely confident. Such words were clearly meant to enrage Shamo.

But once again, he was disappointed. Shamo showed not the slightest trace of a master’s bearing. Lifting his hammer, he swung it straight out in one blow.

“Then thank you very much!”

Beichen Yichuan froze. Damn it, why did this fool take it seriously? Didn’t he realize I was trying to provoke him?

But he had no time to think further, because Shamo’s hammer was already moving.

“Beichen Yichuan is in serious trouble this time! He actually dared let Shamo attack first. Doesn’t he know how the word death is written?” Xiao Chong said with a strange expression, grinning as he looked at the two men in the arena.

“Shamo has made his move! That hammer weighs over two hundred catties, my heavens! If this fellow gets smashed by it, he’ll be lucky to keep all his limbs!” A burst of shouting rose from outside the arena, and many people recognized the hammer in Shamo’s hands.

Shamo’s spiritual power surged through his whole body. The hammer in his grasp crashed down heavily, and the surrounding space seemed almost unable to bear it, emitting a mournful whistling cry.

On the other side, Beichen Yichuan also drew his blade at once. Facing such a terrifying momentum, he did not dare the slightest bit of arrogance.

A blood-red blade, like a rolling cloud of blood, surged forward and sent a hazy crimson mist sweeping out, swallowing the space before Beichen Yichuan and turning it entirely blood red.

Dozens of streaks of blade light tore through the air. The violent crimson tide of blade energy converged, forming a terrifying curtain of blood-colored blades.

The next moment, Shamo’s giant hammer arrived.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The blood-colored curtain of blades, painstakingly gathered by Beichen Yichuan, shattered like glass beneath Shamo’s hammer the instant they touched.

It was not that Beichen Yichuan was incompetent, but that Shamo’s hammer was simply too ferocious.

This fellow had no habit of warming up in battle. The moment he struck, it was a killing blow. This time was different from the others, however; he was even more ruthless, directly pouring all the spiritual power in his body into the hammer.

After all, Ye Feng was above, so he had no fear of the consequences even if he failed.

Before everyone’s stunned eyes, Beichen Yichuan coughed up blood and was sent flying backward. It was clearly visible that the instant the giant hammer struck his chest, it caved in violently.

Cries of alarm burst from outside the arena. The spectators were in an uproar, many of them scarcely able to believe what they were seeing.

“Beichen Yichuan actually lost, and in a single move!”

Hearing the shocked cries and commotion, even more people hurried over.

One strike to defeat the enemy!

Sweat beaded on Shamo’s forehead as he stood motionless in the center of the arena, while Beichen Yichuan had already been blasted away.

Within the crowd, several figures rushed forward at once, trying to catch Beichen Yichuan.

But something even more tragic happened. The immense force of the impact dragged several of them backward as well, sending them flying a few steps before they barely managed to steady themselves. A trace of blood leaked from the mouth of the man at the rear, clearly meaning that they had not fully absorbed the tremendous shock.

The uproar outside had already become deafening. Everyone was astounded beyond measure. Those who could come to Tianwu Imperial Capital for exchanges were absolutely the brightest young talents of the Bilistel Empire.

Moreover, the blood-colored blade curtains Beichen Yichuan had unleashed earlier meant that he was at the very least half a step into the Spirit Emperor level. Yet today he had been defeated by a single move, enough to leave anyone speechless.

The news spread rapidly and caused a tremendous commotion among the crowd.

“I’ll fight you!” From within the crowd, four young elites of the Bilistel Empire stepped forward. A cold aura radiated from all of them, each slightly stronger than Beichen Yichuan.

One of the four came out. He was of medium build, somewhat thin, average in appearance, but with a pair of eyes full of sharpness. Stepping into the arena, he declared his name: “I am Beichen Feng. The one you just beat into serious injury was my junior brother.”

He was straightforward and wasted no words.

At that, the spectators immediately began to talk.

“That’s just shameless! If the junior brother loses, then the senior brother comes up next. Do they really think our capital has no one?”

“Exactly! Didn’t they see that Shamo has already exhausted a great deal of spiritual power?”

These whispered comments naturally reached Beichen Feng’s ears. Yet he showed no intention of stopping, continuing to press forward step by step.

“No more fighting... no more fighting... I’m out of strength! If you want to fight, go fight them!” As he spoke, Shamo turned and pointed at Ye Feng and the others upstairs. He had absolutely none of the demeanor of a master.

“Tomorrow I will fight Suo Wu. If you are interested, go back and write your last will and testament. Tomorrow I’ll take your life.” Looking down from above, Ye Feng smiled faintly at Beichen Feng.

Seeing Ye Feng grinning from upstairs, Beichen Feng had the urge to punch him to death.

But he forced himself to endure it. Three young experts had already been lost here today, and by now he truly did not dare joke with the lives of his own people again.

In the Realm of Chaos, they had already lost too many masters. In the current Tianwu Imperial Capital, the empire had fewer than twenty young experts remaining.