latelenovela Chapter 332: Han Shaoyun caught him mumbling and beat him hard
Chapter 332: Han Shaoyun caught him mumbling and beat him hard
Yi Yu looked at Han Shaoyun in front of him with horror. He knew the rules of the arena. The weaker party was in charge, and the one with a higher realm would be suppressed to the same level as the weaker one. In other words, Han Shaoyun jumped from the Sea Realm to the Boundless Realm in such a short time.
He couldn't believe what he saw. Han Shaoyun's talent was very strong, but it was impossible for him to reach the boundless realm in such a short time!
Unless...jars.
Yi Yu seemed to have thought of the key point. He looked up at Li Shaoming who was eating watermelon, and understood it in his heart.
Han Shaoyun grabbed the air and caught a silver halberd in his hand. "Nothing is impossible. I will collect some of the pain you brought to our team in the past."
Hearing this, Yi Yu lowered his head and quickly regained his composure: "Haha, so what if my realm has been elevated to the Infinite Realm? I'm not afraid of anyone fighting at the same level."
"Disaster becomes reality. I've let you experience it once before, and I'll let you experience it again today."
"Meteorites fell from the sky."
Rumbling--
A huge flaming meteorite appeared out of nowhere above the arena and fell down at an extremely fast speed. Wherever the meteorite passed, the air was filled with a hot breath.
"Hahaha, I will always be your nightmare, Shaoyun. You will never be able to escape it for the rest of your life."
"Yes?"
Han Shaoyun glanced at the man who was stroking his face with one hand and laughing wildly, then his body shook slightly, and lightning snakes flashed on his body instantly.
He looked up at the falling meteorite with an expressionless face, and the halberd began to gather momentum, and finally suddenly thrust out the halberd. The air vibrated, the space twisted, and the invisible attack instantly hit the meteorite.
With a loud bang, the meteorite turned into dust in an instant, and only star ashes floated down from the sky above the ring.
"No... Impossible." Seeing this, Yi Yu couldn't help but take a step back. "The extremely high-risk Forbidden Ruins typhoon disaster couldn't possibly have the power you have now, Jar. No wonder you dared to accept the challenge. It turns out you opened a divine inheritance in the jar. But so what? Don't think I'm timid."
"You're talking a lot of nonsense. I hope you don't admit defeat."
Han Shaoyun flashed and instantly came in front of Yiyu. He quickly stretched out his left hand and grabbed Yiyu's face with an expression of disbelief, then threw him onto the ring with his left hand.
With a whoosh, the whisper was like an arrow shot from a bow, thrown to the top of the ten thousand meter high arena, and was about to hit the top of the arena.
Han Shaoyun had arrived at the top at some point, did a backflip, and kicked down hard with his right foot.
Yi Yu only felt a pain on his face, followed by a violent scream from his mouth. His body, which was flying towards the top of the ring, was also kicked and fell to the ring at a faster speed.
Rumbling--
When the flesh touched the ring, a huge noise erupted, and even the ring was smashed by the mumbling, leaving a large hole more than ten meters deep.
In the audience, those who were not from the Night's Watch or the Church of the Ancient Gods, but hundreds of people who had just encountered the other side of the world were stunned.
The shouting stopped!
The cheering is gone!
The excitement died down!
Hundreds of people stared at the dazzling battle scene on the ring in unison, as if they were playing a game of "status," without moving a muscle.
Until the ice cream in someone's hand melted and dripped onto the head of a bald man below. The cold touch brought the bald man back to reality.
In an instant, the bald man ignored the ice cream on his head and was so excited that he shouted at the top of his lungs, shouting until his neck was stretched to the limit and his throat was broken.
Amid the bald man's huge roar, hundreds of people in the audience finally came to their senses and stood up with a bang. The shouts like a tidal wave spread from the audience to every corner.
Every single one of them, at this moment, wished they had another voice so that they could shout out the excitement in their hearts.
When the members of the Ancient God Church saw Yi Yu being beaten, the expressions on their faces were as ugly as if they had eaten several pounds of shit.
"Impossible, I must be dreaming. How could Han Shaoyun possibly defeat Lord Yiyu? Yes, that's right, I must be dreaming, and it's an incredibly real nightmare."
"Master Yiyu, fight back quickly! Use your true power to hang Han Shaoyun up and beat him! Explode, my dear Master Yiyu."
"Damn it, Han Shaoyun, how dare you? I advise you to learn your lesson and not pursue Lord Yiyu relentlessly for now, or don't blame us for playing dirty tricks on you later."
"You must be dazzled. Lord Yiyu is invincible and undefeated. There's no way he can lose. Lord Yiyu must be acting. He wants to help Han Shaoyun regain some confidence first, and then defeat him with thundering force. This will completely crush Han Shaoyun's heart and make him live in despair for the rest of his life."
The members of the Church of the Ancient God seemed unable to accept it. They laughed wildly, despaired, and whispered. All kinds of emotions fluctuated on their faces, making them look like a group of lunatics in a mental hospital, lunatics who were unwilling to face reality and unwilling to accept reality.
In their belief, Yiyu is invincible. How could he be beaten by Han Shaoyun and unable to fight back? Lord Yiyu must have a different battle plan.
Thinking this way, their hearts seemed to feel better.
Shen Qingzhu crossed his legs, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand. He turned to look at the crazy group of people in the Ancient God Church, a smile on his face: "A bunch of guys who don't understand the situation. In the same realm, Han Shaoyun, who has inherited the legacy of the God of War Yang Jian, it's hard for him to lose!"
An Qingyu watched the battle on the ring, suppressing the urge to act. His eyes flickered slightly, "I really want to replace Han Shaoyun. What would the body structures of the three founders of the Ancient God Church be like?"
Wen Qimo, who was standing next to him, chuckled when he heard this. "It's not hard to find out. There will always be a chance in the future. Shaoyun's control of strength has reached perfection. Every attack he makes seems like a killing move, but it is just right. It won't kill Yiyu instantly, but it can still make Yiyu feel physical and mental pain."
Wen Qimo said this and looked at Yang Jin beside him curiously: "Erlang Shen, how did you train Shaoyun? The changes are even greater than our training in the Spirit Time Chamber."
"Fighting is the best form of training, and it's also the best way to push your limits." Yang Jin didn't hide it: "Shao Yun also lent a spiritual time house to the Heavenly Court. After six months in there, day and night, endless life-and-death battles, Shao Yun has been reborn."
"Hahaha, as expected of the God of War, his training method is really simple and rough!"
Wen Qimo chuckled twice and slowly turned his gaze back to the ring.
In the arena.
Yi Yu knelt on the ground, covering his bruised face, looking at the expressionless man in front of him who looked like a god of war. The anger in his heart was enough to burst through the sky.
"Damn it... Damn it."
He slammed his fists into the ground, then raised his ghostly face and emanated a powerful mental force: "Die in this nightmare."