Xu Hui spun around, decades of cultivation giving him instant confidence. His steps quickened, and to outsiders, he became a blur of motion.
However, Ye Tian didn't even glance at him. His primal spirit had locked onto the opponent, rendering speed irrelevant. He was completely in control.
Suddenly, Xu Hui moved, striking at Ye Tian's shoulder. Combined with his footwork, the attack was astonishingly powerful. Even if Ye Tian were made of steel, he would have been deformed by that palm strike.
Just as his palm was about to touch Ye Tian, Xu Hui sensed something was wrong. Ye Tian had vanished! As he tried to retract his force, he felt a numbness in his waist. The palm's power surged back into him, his chest tightened, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Ye Tian stood not far away, looking at Xu Hui, who was pale and sitting on the ground. He said calmly, "I could have crippled your cultivation. But I spared you, considering your arduous journey."
Cold sweat beaded on Xu Hui's forehead. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you!"
Everyone was greatly surprised. They hadn't expected Ye Tian to defeat Xu Hui so easily. After all, Xu Hui was a Martial King, and his skills were profound; he was by no means weak.
Ye Tian clapped his hands and returned to his original spot.
Lu Yan gave him a thumbs-up. "Martial King Ye, I'm impressed!"
Ren Ping chuckled. "Brother, your strength exceeds my expectations. This Xu Hui is no ordinary person."
At this moment, Wang Zun appeared with a few attendants. Seeing the slumped Xu Hui on the ground, his expression changed slightly. "Ye, are you ready?"
Ye Tian glanced at Wang Zun. "Wang Zun, time is almost up. Let's fight here."
"No rush," a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe suddenly said with a smile as he ran out. "Place your bets! Ye Tian versus Wang Zun, odds are 1.8 to 1!"
Seeing this middle-aged Taoist, everyone showed disdain, but many still walked over to place their bets, seemingly familiar with him.
Lu Yan remarked, "Daoist Shi is here again. He shows up everywhere."
Ren Ping added, "It wouldn't be as lively without him. Come on, let's go bet."
Ye Tian stopped him. "Is this person reliable?"
Ren Ping smiled. "He's an old acquaintance, quite reliable. Brother, you want to bet some too?"
Ye Tian produced a check for one billion and said, "Bet on me to win."
Ren Ping shook his head. "He doesn't accept cash for bets, only Martial World Coins."
Ye Tian was taken aback. "What are Martial World Coins?"
Ren Ping explained, "They are gold coins issued by the Martial Alliance Leader Zhang Tianyin over six hundred years ago. There are only a little over thirty thousand in total. It's said these coins have special uses, so fellow martial artists treasure them."
Ye Tian asked, "Do you have any Martial World Coins?"
Ren Ping smiled. "I have a few dozen."
He took one out to show Ye Tian.
Ye Tian took it and examined it closely. He saw it was a gold coin with intricate patterns on its surface. It felt quite heavy in his hand, weighing at least an ounce.
He asked, "Can these Martial World Coins be bought?"
Ren Ping replied, "In the last six months, their price has been bid up to eighty million."
Ye Tian exclaimed in surprise, "Eighty million? So, the money you have is worth hundreds of billions?"
Ren Ping chuckled. "Very few people sell these."
Ye Tian said, "Lend me thirty."
Ren Ping knew he wanted to bet on himself. "I have sixty-four. I'll place the bet for you."
Soon, all bets were placed. Ye Tian and Wang Zun walked to the center of the arena and took their positions. The surrounding onlookers held their breath, their hearts filled with tension.
Wang Zun said, "Ye Tian, if you surrender now, you still have a chance."
Ye Tian replied, "Stop the nonsense and attack."
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a faint white mist appeared above Wang Zun's head. Ye Tian saw it clearly – it was his primal spirit!
He was startled. Was Wang Zun already a Human Immortal? But in the next second, he realized Wang Zun's primal spirit was very weak. He must have cultivated some secret technique to forcibly elevate his realm to the half-step Human Immortal stage.
"Kill!"
Wang Zun was full of confidence, killing intent flashing in his eyes. He flickered and lunged at Ye Tian, determined to kill him in one blow!
Unfortunately, he had underestimated Ye Tian. Ye Tian had long since condensed his primal spirit, which was far more powerful than Wang Zun's forcibly condensed one.
As he attacked, Wang Zun's divine sense bombarded Ye Tian's consciousness, aiming to render his mind blank.
"Boom!"
However, as soon as Wang Zun attacked, his body stiffened, and his consciousness blurred. When he regained his senses, a palm was pressed against his chest. With a burst of force, his body was sent flying several meters like a scarecrow.