Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1167 - 311: General Ye Ming, Crisis of Bankruptcy

"Only barbaric force?"

Ye Ming's voice came from all directions.

The Champion Fighter suddenly turned back, discovering six identical Ye Mings emerging from the mist, each holding a different fogged weapon.

The Champion Fighter roared angrily, his whole body's battle markings bursting into sunlight-like brilliance.

He raised his fists to collide, the Qi-Blood shockwave instantly shattered three fog avatars, the aftershock exploding a kilometer-high water wall on the sea surface.

But the real Ye Ming had long appeared above him, the condensed fog blade lightly sweeping across the back of the Champion Fighter's neck.

A blood line emerged.

The Champion Fighter suddenly turned and unleashed a charged punch.

Like the sun exploding, the instant burst of Qi Blood Energy shredded Ye Ming's body.

But the dispersed mist quickly reformed nearby, Ye Ming's outline reappearing within it.

Neither side acted again, staring at each other.

In the Champion Fighter's eyes, Ye Ming saw burning war intent and desire.

In Ye Ming's eyes, the Champion Fighter saw an unparalleled determination, like an unmovable mountain.

Their momentum soared at this moment.

"You are no match, die, or retreat."

Ye Ming's voice exploded in the Champion Fighter's mind, conveying thoughts through mental communication.

"Kill!" The Champion Fighter responded with a roar.

The nearby seawater instantly vaporized into white mist from the burning Qi-Blood.

The Champion Fighter, like a Qi-Blood meteor, instantly closed the distance to Ye Ming.

His exposed chest heaved violently, every blood vessel bulging under the skin, as if countless fiery pythons were raging within him.

War intent flames burned his pupils red, locking onto Ye Ming, coloring the entire sky in blood.

As the Champion Fighter drove the inner strength within, he triggered a tsunami, his right arm muscle bulging like a volcanic eruption, the punch turbulence condensing into a giant fist phantom in the air.

Ye Ming's pupils contracted instantly, dissipating like smoke, the giant fist hitting the sea in the next instant, compressing the water downward, blasting a ten-thousand-meter-wide crater.

A light laughter echoed in the mist, Ye Ming's figure suddenly appeared behind the Champion Fighter.

The Champion Fighter's reaction was equally swift, in the punching stance abruptly pulling back his right arm, twisting his hips to turn, switching to a backward elbow strike.

Boom!

The Qi-Blood heat wave roared, but this hit still couldn't cause substantial harm to Ye Ming, merely smashing him into spreading gray mist.

At this moment, in the scattering fog, an arm was condensed.

Where the fingertips passed the air rippled, the sharp claw scratched past the Champion Fighter's neck, producing a series of metallic clashes, leaving only a light white mark on his bronze skin.

"Body mastery, not bad."

Ye Ming's words barely fell, the Champion Fighter suddenly turned, his knee firing out like a heavy cannon.

But Ye Ming once again fogged, the mist scattered and regrouped within the shockwave.

Keenly capturing the opponent's attack gap, then transformed into a streak of light aiming straight for the face.

The Champion Fighter bared his ghastly white fangs, proactively meeting it, using his forehead to collide with Ye Ming's sharp claw, sparking thousands of flames.

"Shatter!"

The Champion Fighter's Qi-Blood surged, flames spouted from his pores, burning the entire sea area into a melting furnace.

Ye Ming's mist sizzled under the high temperature, but it didn't affect its reformation.

The Fog Realm Rules endowed fogging ability, combined with the Corpse of the Dead, Ye Ming's physical body reached a nearly indestructible state.

Any assault from the Champion Fighter couldn't create effective damage.

As Ye Ming scattered into the skyful mist again.

The Champion Fighter's punches became frenzied, each strike carrying the mighty force of Bengshan and Crack Land, smashing the nearby sea area into shambles.

Giant waves evaporated into mist before they fell, the entire battlefield seemingly turned into a boiling steamer.

At this point, the spectators - players have already arrived at the battlefield.

As forum players would say: assuming there's a rule where a melon alone brings strength, every player would inevitably embed it.

Forum melon, live melon, on-site melon... for players, danger does not exist, nothing can obstruct their melon eating hearts.

The players closest to the battlefield started live streaming, instantly boosting the heat in the live rooms.

Draw the camera (Guiding Avatar) closer, discovered that it was the Champion Fighter battling the Mingwu Clan, igniting the players' melon-eating passion.

In various live rooms, barrage comments flew across.

"Front row selling seeds, beer, cigarettes, the battle is heated, how could snacks be missing? Trading House product code: XXX, welcome to purchase snacks."

"Damn, it's the Champion Fighter, his opponent seems pretty mighty too."

"Everyone says the Warrior is awesome, the fact proves assassins beat warriors, new assassin friends, keep it up, use your strength to prove our assassin stream is the strongest faction."

"Just arrived, why is the comment section debating which is stronger between assassins and warriors, what's this got to do with our player factions, how are you all so absorbed."

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For players, this is just a movie.

No matter who wins, they won't be affected.

But there were still quite a few players taking sides in the live rooms.

Warrior flow players mostly sided with the Champion Fighter, assassin stream players mostly sided with Ye Ming.

Outside, Ye Ming and the Champion Fighter were in intense battle, in the live comment section, players of both factions also argued vehemently.

Meanwhile, the battle over Mist Conceal Island continued.

Ye Ming's figure dissipated like a phantom, transforming into countless threads of gray mist, navigating through the crevices of fist shadows.

Every time fist wind brushed, the mist twisted and deformed like smoke, blinking into a recombination.

The Champion Fighter's offensive looked overwhelmingly dominant, yet couldn't harm Ye Ming in the slightest, instead churning the surrounding sea into a raging blood-colored whirlpool.