Chapter 892: Ye Yuan's Trump Card!

"Bai Meng's physical body has already broken through to the eighth rank—how can we fight this? Ye Yuan was too impulsive. It was one thing to challenge Yanshan, but he shouldn't have dragged Bai Meng into it!"

"With Bai Meng's strength, he could have entered the fourth layer long ago! But he prefers to be the head of a chicken rather than the tail of a phoenix, so he stayed on the third layer. He'll only enter the fourth layer once his yuan force realm breaks through to the Formless Realm."

"Ye Yuan is already very strong! He carries the dragon clan's bloodline, and his physical body is incredibly tough. But facing Bai Meng with an eighth-rank body, he can only regret his defeat."

Ye Yuan's killing of Yanshan made many people look forward to his duel with Bai Meng.

But now, faced with such a powerful Bai Meng, they could see no chance of victory for Ye Yuan whatsoever.

A trace of blood trickled from the corner of Ye Yuan's mouth; clearly, that punch had shaken his internal organs.

But for Ye Yuan, this injury was nothing. He activated the Overlord Body Rebirth Art, and the wound healed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Yuan loosened his muscles and bones, smiling. "Eighth rank? Interesting! At least it makes me take things seriously! If you were as weak as that trash just now, it would be too boring!"

Bai Meng's face darkened, and he said disdainfully, "Still trying to put up a front, kid? I'll give you one more chance: kill yourself. Otherwise, once I make my move, you won't have an easy time keeping your body intact."

Ye Yuan laughed. "It seems you've been on the third layer too long and become arrogant and self-important! Enough talk, come on!"

"Hmph, you're asking for death—don't blame me!" Bai Meng snorted coldly and vanished in an instant.

"Bang!"

Ye Yuan was sent flying by Bai Meng's punch again!

This time, Bai Meng didn't pause; he intended to finish Ye Yuan in one go.

Ye Yuan felt as if all his bones were falling apart. He had exchanged a punch with Bai Meng, but the other's fist was too powerful, making him barely able to withstand it.

Bai Meng attacked again. Ye Yuan dared not be careless and raised his fist for another blow!

"Bang!"

Ye Yuan was sent flying once more!

At this moment, Bai Meng was like a war chariot, madly crushing Ye Yuan. Under his hands, Ye Yuan was like a sandbag, knocked flying in all directions.

But what frustrated Bai Meng was that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't completely finish Ye Yuan.

He could feel that Ye Yuan's fist was equally hard, definitely not inferior to his own physical body. But Ye Yuan's overall strength couldn't keep up, putting him at an absolute disadvantage in terms of force.

Ye Yuan activated the Overlord Body Rebirth Art to its limit, constantly repairing his injuries to prepare for Bai Meng's next attack.

Under Bai Meng's assault, Ye Yuan was as fragile as a leaf swaying in the wind, utterly powerless to fight back.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Meng had thrown over a hundred punches, but Ye Yuan stubbornly endured them all.

Bai Meng held nothing back; he put all his strength into those hundred punches, yet he couldn't take Ye Yuan down.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Bai Meng finally stopped attacking, and Ye Yuan's gasps sounded like a bellows.

Bai Meng was in slightly better shape, but the sweat on his forehead showed that his consumption was also considerable.

"Haha, is that... all the strength you've got? Didn't you say that once you made a move, I'd have no chance? Turns out your boasting skills are far better than your fighting skills!" Ye Yuan panted, but his words were full of mockery.

Seizing this gap, Ye Yuan frantically urged the Overlord Body Rebirth Art to heal his internal injuries.

Ye Yuan felt that his entire arm was no longer his own; he barely had the strength to lift it.

But what excited Ye Yuan was that his physical body was gradually strengthening, and he was close to breaking through to the eighth rank!

Of course, Ye Yuan wasn't stupid. The reason he let himself be beaten was that he discovered this extreme combat method could squeeze the potential of the Primordial Dragon Bone, speeding up his refinement!

This short time was enough to equal over a hundred days of hard training.

Nowadays, it was rare to find someone who could make Ye Yuan fight in such an extreme state.

Without a doubt, Bai Meng had that strength.

Encountering such a powerful physical opponent was indeed very rare.

Hearing Ye Yuan's words, Bai Meng's face turned extremely ugly.

From Ye Yuan's killing of Yanshan, he could see that although Ye Yuan's physical body was strong, it was definitely no match for his own.

But this kid was strangely resilient, and he couldn't finish him off for the time being.

Seeing Ye Yuan's provocation, Bai Meng's face darkened like the bottom of a pot.

"You'll know soon enough whether I'm boasting! But I have to admit, forcing me to use this move is quite impressive!"

With a loud roar, Bai Meng's upper garments burst open, revealing his explosive muscles to everyone.

The seven stars on his forehead gradually faded, turning into masses of black qi that swirled around Bai Meng.

"Black Demon Overlord Fist!"

A terrifying aura reverberated through the arena. Even at such a distance from Bai Meng, the spectators could feel the power of this punch.

They all sighed inwardly. If Ye Yuan hadn't provoked Bai Meng, he might have lasted a bit longer.

But now, Bai Meng was furious!

Under this punch, Ye Yuan had no chance of survival.

Seeing this, Sun Qi's expression changed drastically, and he said to Nalan Chu, "Demon King, this... what do we do?"

Nalan Chu's face was still pale, but he showed no panic over Ye Yuan's predicament.

Hearing this, he smiled and replied, "If Bai Meng is only this strong, then he's dead. I don't know why Ye Yuan has been dragging things out, but this punch should force out Ye Yuan's trump card!"

Sun Qi's expression changed as he looked at Nalan Chu in disbelief.

Could it be that even now, Ye Yuan hadn't revealed his strongest trump card?

In the arena, Ye Yuan unhurriedly summoned the Star Moon Sword, and a faint sword intent began to rise in the space.

This sword aura wasn't strong, not as overwhelmingly powerful as Bai Meng's technique, but it was as tenacious as a stubborn blade of grass growing in a crevice on a cliff!

"Yi... Ling... Xiao!"

Ye Yuan lightly swung his sword, with no flourish, no threat, and to most martial artists, it even seemed a bit ridiculous.

But the gray-robed middle-aged man at the edge of the arena saw this and his expression changed!

This sword intent was condensed but not released, yet he could clearly feel the powerful force contained within!

"Chi!"

Under everyone's incredulous gaze, this sword easily split apart Bai Meng's overwhelmingly powerful punch, then, with undiminished momentum, cleaved Bai Meng's entire body in two!

Bai Meng's fallen corpse still had its eyes wide open, clearly unable to believe what had just happened.

He had clearly been in absolute control—how could he be dead in an instant?

"How... how is this possible? How could that soft, weak sword strike kill Bai Meng, who had an eighth-rank physical body?"

That was everyone's thought at that moment.