My Wife, The Ice Queen President-Chapter 489 - : The 0487th Chapter: Overbearing Presence Leaking (First Update)_1

Chapter 489: The 0487th Chapter: Overbearing Presence Leaking (First Update)_1

Feeling Ye Xiong’s gaze upon him, Hei Long experienced a chill that emanated from deep within his heart, as if he was being stared down by a venomous snake, an incredibly uncomfortable sensation.

He had never encountered an opponent who could make him feel this way.

Ye Xiong propped himself up with his right hand, used his left hand to grasp his shoulder, and pressed down hard. The sound of popping echoed as he reset his dislocated arm.

This swift and adept movement won a round of applause from the audience outside the ring.

After swinging his arm a few times, Ye Xiong turned his attention to Hei Long.

“Just now, it seemed like you wanted to cripple me,” Ye Xiong asked indifferently.

Hei Long knew that the man before him was no longer a fool, and this realization made him uneasy.

However, he was a man who had dominated the fighting ring for three years, and if such a small matter could scare him off, he wouldn’t deserve to mingle in this circle.

“So what if I did, so what if I didn’t?” Hei Long stared back at him, arrogantly saying, “I made you spit blood just now, and I can still cripple you at this moment.”

“You know, you weren’t mentioning it, and I really didn’t notice, but now that you say it, my stomach does feel a bit sore,” Ye Xiong touched his belly.

“Enough talk, let’s get on with it,” Hei Long took up a fighting stance.

“Hold on,” Ye Xiong put out his hand to stop him.

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“What, scared?”

“No, there are some things I want to say to the locals here.”

Ye Xiong walked to the edge of the ring, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and swept his gaze over the crowd, scanning them repeatedly.

“Just now you all seemed quite excited, shouting about finishing off this outsider dog, weren’t you? Since you look down on outsiders so much, I’m going to show you how I take your so-called number one man and beat him down to the ground like a dog.”

“That’s bullshit, Hei Long is invincible.”

“He is our Macau’s King of Fists, and cannot be defeated.”

“Outsider dog, get lost.”

The locals in the audience yelled loudly, emotions running high.

Although this guy seemed not to be a fool, the scene where Hei Long had beaten him without him being able to fight back convinced them; they didn’t believe that after returning to normal, he could be that much stronger.

Ye Xiong raised one finger, waggling it: “One minute, if you’re still standing after one minute, consider it my loss.”

At these words, the crowd erupted into uproar, the locals were all incensed.

They had seen their fair share of arrogant people, but never someone this arrogant.

Claiming he could defeat Hei Long in one minute, this guy must be out of his mind.

“Who’s an outsider, count for me,” Ye Xiong said calmly.

“I’ll count,” came a loud voice from the crowd.

Chen Xiao shouted from below, “I bet he doesn’t last thirty seconds, sixty, fifty-nine…”

As soon as his voice trailed off, Ye Xiong’s figure vanished on the spot; in a sudden dash, those with slower reactions only saw an afterimage.

Hei Long was shocked. He had not anticipated his opponent’s speed to be this fast; in the blink of an eye, the attack was right in front of him.

A surge of immense pressure hit him head on.

Not only was his speed fast, but his aura had doubled since earlier.

Hei Long clenched his teeth, ready to face the attack when suddenly the figure in front of him disappeared, vanishing with an incredibly bizarre step.

The Nine Palaces Mystic Step, best known for close combat, was as effective as cheating in the confined space of the ring.

Realizing this, Hei Long felt pressure coming from behind him.

Luckily, he dodged quickly, or else that hit would have been enough to flatten him.

Even so, he was still barely grazed by the fist, awkwardly evading the strike.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when the figure flashed before him again, and a surge of tremendous strength aimed at his chest. The punch sealed off all his options for dodging. Apart from rolling on the ground, he had no way to escape.

Left with no choice, Hei Long had to roll on the ground to dodge, narrowly avoiding the powerful strike.

This maneuver was not only embarrassing but also incredibly humbling.

At this moment, Hei Long had turned into a black dog rolling on the ground, completely devoid of any domineering air.

Silence, a dead silence!

Those below the stage were utterly stunned, gawking at Ye Xiong in the ring as if they were looking at a demon or ghost.

In their eyes, Hei Long was already very strong, but only now did they realize there are always higher mountains, always someone better.

Even a fool could see now that this outsider was far stronger than Hei Long, and not just by a little bit.

It turned out he wasn’t arrogant without reason, but because he had the strength; only with strength does one have the capital to be arrogant.

They no longer harbored any hope for Hei Long to win, they just hoped he could survive this one minute.

The onlookers from out of town completely erupted, roaring loudly, counting down in unison with Chen Xiao’s voice.

Fifty, forty-nine, forty-eight.

Whoosh!

Ye Xiong moved again.

Somehow, having narrowly escaped death this time, Ye Xiong felt his Inner Strength was much stronger. It circulated within his body at an astonishing speed, moving as he wished. With any movement of his arms or legs, he could guide his inner strength to wherever he wanted it to burst forth.

This sensation, could it be…

With a thought, Ye Xiong threw a punch, from three meters away, directly at Hei Long.

A blast of Inner Strength formed a silent Qi Gang, which, from three meters away, struck Hei Long directly in the chest, sending him flying and crashing to the ground.

Below the stage, Chen Xiao, Vermilion Bird, and Murong Ruyin all exclaimed in shock together.

Inner Strength is divided into three realms: Entry Level, Mastery Level, and Qi Transformation.

The rumored Dust Entering Realm had never been heard of as achieved by anyone.

Ye Xiong had already reached the Mastery Level, which could augment his techniques and greatly increase his strength. These three individuals were aware of this, but at that time, his inner strength could not attack from a distance.

Now he could actually transform his Inner Strength into Qi, forming Qi Gang; this was clearly the sign of reaching the Qi Transformation Realm.

My goodness, within Huaxia Country, Chen Xiao knew of only two people who had reached this realm, and they were Long Tianya and Long Zaitian.

Unbelievably, Ye Xiong had survived a great disaster and had stumbled upon this realm by chance.

My goodness, he was only twenty-four years old.

Not only were they surprised, but even Ye Xiong himself had not expected that after having soaked in the sea for two days without dying, he would achieve a breakthrough in his long-stagnant Inner Strength cultivation, and he was overjoyed.

Truly, those who survive a great disaster may find great fortune afterward.

The people below the stage, witnessing this strange scene, thought that Ye Xiong was employing some sorcery.

Only Hei Long felt at this moment that he might as well be dead.

Damn it, the opponent was the first person he had ever encountered in his life who had cultivated his Inner Strength to the level of the Qi Transformation Realm.

That last hit was clearly an empty-space Inner Strength attack transforming into Qi Gang.

“Forty, thirty-nine, thirty-eight…”

Below the stage, a group of people continued to count down the seconds.

Ye Xiong’s eyes flashed, and he darted out again. This time he held nothing back. Before Hei Long could even stand up, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach as a fist landed heavily on it.

The punch hit its mark, followed by a relentless flurry of combination punches that viciously struck all over his body, just as he had done to Ye Xiong on the ring earlier.

“It is impolite to come and not go; these twenty-something punches are return gifts, take them!”

The final punch carried the momentum of a landslide, its force seeming to swallow mountains and seas.

Hei Long’s body flew like it was hit by a speeding car, striking the ropes at the edge of the ring. The force was unstoppable, breaking through three ropes before he heavily fell off the stage.

His body convulsed, frothing at the mouth, limbs broken by the barrage of combination punches.

The final time stopped at twenty-nine seconds.

“No need for thirty seconds, I guessed right,” Chen Xiao laughed.