A voice reached them before the man appeared!

Upon hearing this sudden and abrupt voice, everyone immediately turned in its direction.

The next moment, under everyone's gaze, a middle-aged man with curly black hair slowly emerged into view.

The man was a typical African, with skin as dark as coal, and black curls styled into small braids. His tall and burly stature, coupled with his strong arms, conveyed an impression of explosive power.

He was the master behind Andrei, and the sole African reigning supreme in the underground world—Kong!

Even those unfamiliar with Kong understood that he was the force behind Andrei and one of the top ten overlords of the underground world.

As Kong slowly appeared before the crowd, his eyes never wavered from Ye Xunhuan.

However, Kong's gaze towards Ye Xunhuan seemed somewhat ill-intentioned, or rather filled with a certain anger.

After all, Andrei was his man, and having been humiliated by Ye Xunhuan was a direct slap in Kong's face, which was inexcusable for him.

"I think it's rather light!" Ye Xunhuan scanned Kong briefly and said, "When provoking others, first see if you're qualified. Otherwise, you'll just bring shame upon yourself."

Facing Kong, Ye Xunhuan remained unabashedly arrogant and reckless, showing no intention of respecting Kong.

Ye Xunhuan's arrogance and assertiveness invisibly intensified Kong's hostility, as his gaze towards Ye Xunhuan grew more malicious.

Yet Ye Xunhuan paid no mind to the hostility in Kong's eyes, remaining indifferent.

"Marshal, you likely don't know who I am, or you wouldn't say such things!"

"Kong!" Ye Xunhuan coldly responded, "The sole African overlord!"

"Seems you've done your homework before coming!"

"If I couldn't even grasp this information, someone else would replace me in my position!"

"Since you know who I am, you should understand even Blood Phoenix gives me respect."

"That's because you haven't offended Blood Phoenix." Ye Xunhuan retorted disdainfully, "Otherwise, you'd have been beaten long ago!"

In a verbal confrontation, Kong was no match for Ye Xunhuan. Ye Xunhuan had always been swift with words, and as Qin Fenghuang said, he was born in the wrong era.

If born a few hundred years earlier, he would definitely have been a Ming dynasty secret agent!

For sharp-tongued people rarely have good endings!

At this moment, Andrei, having climbed from the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood, his face fierce and gaze cold, fixating on Ye Xunhuan like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Marshal, you dare disrespect the master, you're courting death!"

With that, Andrei lunged at Ye Xunhuan again.

Despite his bulk, Andrei moved swiftly, reaching Ye Xunhuan in a flash.

Yet before he could touch Ye Xunhuan, Ye Xunhuan unleashed a powerful kick!

"Bang!"

A dull sound immediately echoed, and Andrei was sent flying like a sandbag, completely out of control.

Seeing Ye Xunhuan's graceful yet devastating kick, everyone shivered and secretly wondered: If it were them, would they end up like Andrei?

Ultimately, everyone reached the same conclusion almost simultaneously—like Andrei, they'd be kicked away like a sandbag by Ye Xunhuan.

At the moment Ye Xunhuan kicked Andrei away, Kong moved, swiftly appearing behind Andrei, catching him and preventing a hard landing.

After catching Andrei, Kong gently placed him on the ground.

"Master..."

Once Kong set him down, Andrei felt as if all his organs had shifted, burning with heat.

Yet Andrei didn't let the pain show on his face.

"You are no match for him!" Kong interrupted Andrei.

Hearing Kong's blunt and unvarnished words, Andrei felt embarrassed. Initially intending to show loyalty to Kong, he hadn't anticipated failing so utterly before Ye Xunhuan.

This left Andrei feeling uneasy, convinced he could at least endure ten moves against Kong.

So why was it different with Ye Xunhuan?

Was it that he was too weak, Ye Xunhuan too strong, or was he simply careless?

Regardless, Kong couldn't allow Andrei to continue; Andrei had embarrassed himself enough.

Having Andrei attack would only further embarrass Kong.

The next moment, Kong's gaze fell back on Ye Xunhuan: "Marshal, I underestimated you. No wonder you're so arrogant; your strength justifies it!"

As he spoke, Kong felt increasingly grave.

He had envisioned Ye Xunhuan as strong, perhaps too strong, but now realized Ye Xunhuan surpassed even his lofty expectations.

Ye Xunhuan glanced at Kong, casually remarking, "Otherwise, how would I dare come alone!"

"Kong, I've been in a bad mood lately. I suggest you avoid provoking me or I won't hesitate to erase your existence as the African overlord."

With that, Ye Xunhuan's aura shifted, turning him into a sharp sword, the chilling glint from its blade daunting!

Ye Xunhuan's arrogant words echoed as his demeanor changed, turning Kong's face somewhat grim.

Ye Xunhuan was far more arrogant than Kong imagined, indifferent not just to Kong, but as if he viewed Kong as a crushable ant!

Indeed, an ant.

Ye Xunhuan's eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.

Ye Xunhuan's disdain enraged Kong.

Kong was an underground world overlord; his status was no less than Ye Xunhuan's.

Yet Ye Xunhuan's contempt felt like a blade striking his heart.