Chapter 642: The Powerhouse With Physical Cultivation To The Extreme
On the ring, Ye Qingyang and Song Hui were ready. The referee blew the whistle and the competition between the two officially began.
"please!"
Ye Qingyang smiled lightly, quite polite and elegant.
However, Song Hui didn't care about etiquette. He didn't show any sign, he was cold and punched Ye Qingyang fiercely.
"Ye Qingyang, go to hell!"
Song Hui's punch had been accumulating power for a long time.
When the two of them were talking just now, he mobilized his true energy all over his body, and all his true energy flowed to his right arm.
He wanted to catch Ye Qingyang off guard and use his strongest punch to seal the victory with one punch.
Therefore, this punch was as fast as a shooting star, its momentum was extremely fierce, and the wind roared, making everyone who watched it moved.
However, in the face of such a fierce punch, Ye Qingyang did not show any sign. He stood upright on the stage, as if he had not yet reacted.
Seeing this, Song Hui was very happy.
Ye Qingyang, you are finished!
The next second, Song Hui's extremely powerful punch hit Ye Qingyang's chest.
boom!
The true energy exploded, making an ear-splitting buzzing sound!
Suddenly, the hearts of the Yun family sank suddenly.
Ye Qingyang was hit by this punch!
With such a fierce punch, even a stone will be shattered, let alone a human body!
Yun Ziqing even exclaimed: "Qingyang!"
However, the next second, Song Hui on the stage screamed: "Ah!"
Click click click!
Song Hui's punch hit Ye Qingyang's chest, as if it had hit a piece of hard steel.
The bones of his hand were shattered in an instant, and even his wrist and forearm suffered comminuted fractures.
That hand that he was so proud of was instantly mutilated and disfigured.
"Ah! Ah!"
Song Hui yelled in pain and retreated repeatedly, cold sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.
"Fuck, this..."
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Song Hui punched Ye Qingyang and disabled his own hand?
A look of deep surprise appeared on Nangong Aoyu's pretty face.
"This Ye Qingyang didn't use his true energy at all, he only relied on his body to receive this punch! What is his body made of? Why is it so strong?"
Shen Lang, on the other hand, had always been careless, but at this moment, there was a strange look in his eyes.
"His physical body has been cultivated to such an extent that it is comparable to a person who has mastered internal energy. No wonder this kid is so arrogant!"
But in the field, Ye Qingyang smiled coldly at Song Hui and said loudly:
"Song Hui, you are so disappointing. I asked you to punch first and give you both hands and feet. You are no match for me. If you have such strength, don't appear in the martial arts competition again. I will give you
Be a useless person!"
Saying that, Ye Qingyang stepped forward and punched Song Hui in the chest.
Song Hui hurriedly blocked with his other hand.
However, the power of Ye Qingyang's punch far exceeded his imagination.
Song Hui felt as if he was hit head-on by a truck. His whole body seemed to fall apart. Without any strength, he flew backwards quickly and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.
"Xiaohui!"
Seeing this, Song Haishan's expression changed drastically.
However, Ye Qingyang was not done yet. He stepped forward, picked up Song Hui's body, and kicked it directly into the air like a ball.
Bang!
Song Hui's body was kicked into the air, seven or eight meters above the ground.
The next second, Ye Qingyang used strength on his feet and jumped up, reaching above Song Hui.
In the air, Ye Qingyang used a plan to "split Huashan with force".
The strength of that leg was enough to weigh a thousand kilograms, and it hit Song Hui's waist hard.
Whoosh!
Song Hui's body suffered a violent impact, like an air-dropped missile, falling rapidly to the ground.
boom!
Song Hui's body hit the ring hard, creating a deep pit.
The surface of the arena was also like a spider web, with crisscrossing cracks exploding.
"puff!"
Song Hui spit out a mouthful of blood and fell unconscious immediately.
The bones of his body have long been shattered, and his meridians have been severed. Even if he survives, he will still be a cripple!
"hiss!"
Seeing this scene, everyone felt their scalps go numb.
Ye Qingyang, what kind of monster is this guy who fell to the ground?
He did not use his true energy, but relied on the ultimate strength of his body to spin Song Hui around like a toy.
At this time, everyone realized that this Ye Qingyang was not only good at playing the piano, but his own strength was beyond doubt.
Suddenly, everyone looked at Ye Qingyang with fearful looks.
Even those who have achieved great inner strength do not dare to underestimate Ye Qingyang anymore.
"Wan'er, are you satisfied?"
Ye Qingyang smiled softly at Yun Wan'er in the audience.
"Satisfied, so satisfied!"
Yun Wan'er nodded repeatedly and gave Ye Qingyang a thumbs up.
Seeing Ye Qingyang kicking Song Hui around like a ball until he was reduced to a puddle of flesh was a very satisfying scene.
The rest of the Yun family also let out a deep sigh of anger.
Yun Changqing even raised his head and waved the newly signed contract in front of Song Haishan.
"Brother Song, I'm sorry! The 780 million from your Song family belongs to my Yun family from now on! Hahahaha!"
Yun Changqing laughed heartily, and all the depression in his heart just now was released, and his whole body felt extremely relaxed.
"Xiaohui!"
Song Haishan was so distraught that he rushed to the ring and shouted in pain: "Xiao Hui, Xiao Hui, are you okay? Doctor, come quickly! Help!"
At this time, Song Haishan had long lost the arrogance he had just now. He knelt down beside Song Hui dejectedly, collapsed and cried.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place!" Ye Qingyang said coldly: "Be a good person, and you wouldn't be here today!"
At this time, Qianshan Jue and Wan Zhongmie, led by A Gui, also arrived at the competition venue.
"This Ye Qingyang is quite capable!" Wan Zongmie said.
They did not come to Nangong Aoyu, but found an inconspicuous corner and quietly hid behind the crowd.
Wan Zongmie took out a piece of golden cloth, spread it on the ground, and placed three small medicine bottles as big as thumbs on top of the cloth.
Then, he took out three more talismans and attached them to three small medicine bottles respectively.
"A Gui, you still have to do me a favor!" Wan Zongmie whispered in A Gui's ear: "You asked people to do this...this..."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to do it right now!" Agui said.
At this time, although the No. 3 arena is broken, it can still be used.
Therefore, after the arena personnel carried Song Hui to the infirmary, they began to clean the arena.
Soon, the cleaning was completed.
The next game is about to start.
"Is there any challenger in Arena Three?" the arena staff asked.
The challengers off the field, you look at me, I look at you, they all frowned and said nothing.
Song Hui won three games in a row, but was treated like a toy by this kid.
They didn't want to go up and eat crabs now, they all wanted to observe Ye Qingyang's strength again.
"Are there any challengers in Arena No. 3?" the arena staff asked several times in succession.
However, everyone remained silent.
At this time, a loud voice came: "I will challenge the No. 3 ring!"
