As the middle-aged man presiding over the cage fight finished speaking.

Two bright beams of light fell on Su Mu and another person respectively.

The other party slowly stood up.

Jiang Wangshu couldn't help but gasped.

Pei Mingqiu was so excited that he clenched his hands into fists, as if he was on stage.

Wang Zong, the sect owner of Wuyi Lane, quietly approached Yang Jiyan and whispered in horror:

"Headmaster, this...!"

Yang Jiyan gritted his teeth gently and said:

"Don't think about it, Su Mu... is dead!"

He squinted his eyes, and two dazzling lights burst out from his eyes.

Then my heart felt hot again.

The Hall of Valor.

What kind of... holy place is that?

The man standing in front of him was not an ancient warrior at all, but it gave him a feeling that even he could not match.

He, Yang Jiyan, is the headmaster of one of the twelve top sects in the ancient oriental martial arts world.

A strong man in the Nine Innate Realms.

That's a young man.

When he stood up, he casually reached out his hand, clasped it on his chest and tore it gently.

The sound of cracking silk was heard.

The clothes he was wearing were torn into rags like rags, exposing his upper body.

Handsome.

robust.

tall.

No one present could find any flaws in his body, whether it was body shape, temperament, or appearance.

True perfection.

Perfect as a work of art.

Amidst the gasps, he walked into the battle cage expressionlessly, then raised his right leg and shook it slightly.

Bang!!

A cloud of white mist exploded on his legs.

The trouser legs below the thighs turned into pieces of flying butterflies.

That's...!

Sound barrier.

The same action was done again on the left leg.

Then he stood there quietly, looking at Su Mu with cold eyes.

Everyone was looking at Su Mu with different eyes and expressions.

Jiang Wangshu completely lost his composure, grabbed Su Mu's hand, and said decisively:

"Admit defeat."

Jiang Wangshu is not a warrior, but he does not lack vision.

I can break the sound barrier within a space of less than half a meter with a slight shake of my legs. Is this still a human being?

In order to show fairness, the other party also wore a metal bracelet on his wrist, indicating that he had no real energy and was just... an ordinary person.

For some reason, Su Mu remembered the gunman from the temple that Ye Xiao told him about when he was in London.

The other party is also an ordinary person, but he is a killer who surpasses Ye Xiao.

Temple?

The temple that controls the Hall of Valor.

This young man gave Su Mu an extremely unreal feeling.

That kind of untruth does not mean that he is hiding his strength.

But... there is something very different about the other person.

Fatty’s voice sounded in Su Mu’s mind:

"Admit defeat, kid. You are no match for him. Even without the bracelet, you may not be able to defeat him."

ta?

Although the pronunciation is the same, Su Mu still keenly grasped the word "ta" in Fatty's mouth. It should be written as "he" instead of "he".

it?

A cold wind felt on Su Mu's back:

"Fat Master, it? What does it mean?"

The fat man cursed something extremely rudely, and then said:

"This is a killing machine created by cloning using the most secret method of the imperial military at that time. It has no pain. Its body is made of a life alloy that you can't understand and cultivated with human muscle tissue. Its strength is far beyond your imagination.

"

The fat man said contemptuously:

"This is just an incomplete body. If it were a complete body, it would be invincible below the star level. The thing in front of you is just a meteor-level physical strength."

Su Mu finally jumped up.

"Fat Master, please give me a good explanation."

The fat man cursed rudely again, and then yawned:

"I'm telling you shit, what you did in your ancestor's empire back then was completely useless to you. Today, your master has just broken through to your so-called divine realm. That is, your grandfather has barely broken through to the meteor star level.

, it’s still a dish.”

"Sun Tzu, in those days of the empire, there were as many meteors as dogs and planets everywhere. Only the star-level powerful ones were the true masters of the empire."

"The guy in front of you is just a tool. When he was still a cell, he was implanted with the concept of loyalty. He should be Feng Siming's guard and only listen to Feng Siming's orders."

Su Mu suddenly roared:

"Damn fat man, please don't push me to no avail. I want to know what kind of bullshit meteors and stars you are talking about."

The fat man could feel that Su Mu was really angry, so he smiled:

"The empire's power system is called the three-star September, meteoric, planetary, and star levels. Each star has nine moon symbols to represent nine realms. The strongest one is naturally the star September.

, your grandfather is probably the most powerful person on earth at present, he can barely be considered as a meteor before the full moon."

Su Mu's eyes went dark, and stars popped out.

Shooting star...not a full moon?

Do you think he is a baby?

Have you ever seen a baby in his seventies or eighties?

Before Su Mu could get angry, Fatty said softly and seductively:

"My dear grandson, that guy has a backdoor. I can control it. Do you want to make it your thug?"

Su Mu shivered.

Aversion to cold.

Back door, get it.

What the hell...!

"Fat Master, let's be more precise with our words. Don't do it. Please tell me how to do it."

The fat man smiled like a thief and said nothing.

In front of Su Mu's eyes, an extremely obscene fat man appeared, stretching out his hands and rubbing his fat carrot-like fingers in front of him.

Want money.

He said extremely speechlessly:

"Tell me what the conditions are."

This time it was Fatty's turn to be very dissatisfied.
To be continued...