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Chapter 969 - 969 495 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4500)_3

Chapter 969: 495 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4500)_3 Chapter 969: 495 This is the Victory of Martial Arts (4500)_3 He bounced around a dozen times before coming to a stop against a small hillside.

“Hahahaha!” Whale King Arlington, surrounded by the ocean, had a giant blue whale swimming beside him in mid-air. He laughed domineeringly: “It seems your Hong Li Empire’s Secret Martial Arts World is nothing special after all!”

“So let me put an end to this farce and annihilate your unrealistic fantasies! Do you think you can stop me without a master of the Boxing Method?”

“Dream on!!!”

Whale King Arlington leaped up, shooting towards the sky like a shell. He unleashed his Extreme Fighter Level momentum without restraint, free falling, instantly transforming into the king of blue whales.

Whoosh!

Jett of the Seven Deadly Stars burst open a Destiny World within the ground, locking his injuries while recovering half of his strength. With his eyes full of blood vessels, he burst out of the deep pit only to see darkness above his head as a whale fell down upon him again!

Boom!!!

Ding! That was the sound of another Destiny World shattering!

“Die! Even if you have ten lives, there’s only one outcome for you…”

Arlington’s deep voice seemed to rise and stretch towards the sky, like a grand orchestral performance, issuing the final judgement on Jett’s life.

He dove down into the deep pit; subsequently, a series of explosions sounded from within. Cracks winding for hundreds of meters appeared, with black mud spurting out like fountains.

Boom! Whoosh!

A strong silhouette covered in scales and injuries flew out.

Heavily landing on the ground, the rivet wrist guard on his wrist was shattered. The chest area, where seven stars once protruded, now bore only bloody holes.

From the bloody holes blood gushed forth, carrying away the last vestiges of vitality.

The aura extinguished, Jett of the Seven Deadly Stars was dead!

Boom!

From the deep pit, another blue silhouette flew out wildly. He glided through the air like a meteor, his target clear. It was the weathered old man who had just stood up from the ground, looking wooden, Boxing Master Victor with his Scorching Fist.

Whoosh!

Arlington reached him in an instant, his fist exploding the air inch by inch.

He directed a straight punch towards Victor’s wrinkled, scale-covered face.

Swish!

The terrifyingly powerful fist stopped suddenly just a centimeter from Victor’s nose. The gale it raised made the old man’s mouth churn violently, revealing his yellow, broken teeth, spit flying about.

“Scared to death, huh? Boring, so boring… I always said not to let old men close to death onto this life-and-death battlefield, it’s bad luck…”

Arlington slowly retracted his fist, looking at Victor who still stood there dumbfounded like a sculpture, his desire for victory greatly diminished.

He slowly turned around and walked towards the Yana United States, leaving only the silhouette of his strong and domineering black figure. For a time, the surroundings fell silent.

It wasn’t until a few seconds later that fighters from the Star Ring Fist school rushed out from the Hong Li Empire camp, faces grief-stricken as they carried their teacher or elder, Victor, back to the crowd. To the small area belonging to the Star Ring Fist.

“Teacher! Teacher! It’s my fault for letting you fight! It’s all my fault…”

“Teacher!”

The Gate Master of Star Ring Fist wept, a strong man in tears. The master, the father, a guide for life. Scorching Fist Victor had helped him in many ways.

Yet now, at such an old age, he was killed in the arena…

The Gate Master of Star Ring Fist held Victor, crying bitterly. Not sure if he used too much force, Victor’s body suddenly shook.

Then, an aged hand caught the Gate Master’s robes and tugged sharply. The Gate Master immediately realized, stopping his crying. His eyes widened, staring at his teacher, whose eyes had reopened a crack.

“Teacher, you…”

“Shut up, you fool! Don’t talk!”

“Pretend I’m already dead, that I’m a corpse. Don’t let others notice, we can talk more once the Exchange Meeting is over and we return to the school…”

Victor whispered, and the next second, his legs stiffened, his body tensed, and his breath stalled. He went back into hibernation, the state of a dead body.

This was a secret technique created by Scorching Fist Victor in his later years, aimed at significantly reducing breathing, heart rate, and metabolism to extend life.

And by bringing this secret technique to its peak, one could feign death!

For a short period, one could become indistinguishable from a corpse.

Given the recent situation, even Arlington had been fooled.

This was a victory for Martial Arts!!!