No matter whether he used his fists, elbows, or knees, Ye Qingfeng always met him head-on with the same part of his body, forcing him into a disadvantage with every clash.

The Ancient Muay Thai Secret Technique, focusing first on body cultivation, then Qi Cultivation. His body was forged into Copper Skin Iron Bone, every joint a lethal weapon, making close combat their ultimate deadly move.

With his War Emperor-level cultivation, if he had the chance to approach within ten feet of another War Emperor, he would gain an absolute advantage in close combat. But when fighting Ye Qingfeng up close, he found himself utterly powerless, without a trace of temper.

"Is this the Half War Emperor strength you hold in such high regard? Is this your basis for arrogance just now?"

As Ye Qingfeng attacked, he continuously sneered. Although Chachai was furious inside, he could only grit his teeth and hold on, his attacks growing increasingly disorderly.

"Hmph!"

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng's right fist pulled back sharply, a flame burst out, enveloping his entire fist.

"Get down!"

With a low shout from Ye Qingfeng, his fist seemed to pierce through space, attacking at an eerily swift speed.

Chachai's eyes widened, secretly feeling something was wrong, and he crossed his arms, attempting to block Ye Qingfeng's punch.

"Boom!"

Ye Qingfeng's flame-covered punch landed squarely on his arms.

"Gah!"

In an instant, Chachai's face showed a look of horror, filled with disbelief.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and involuntarily flipped backwards at a speed difficult to see with the naked eye, crashing towards the ground. As he fell, a Flame Fist mark suddenly burst out from his back, the force penetrating his body, slanting downward.

A thunderous sound echoed, and Chachai's body slammed heavily into the ground, causing the entire earth to shake continuously, dust and dirt flying everywhere.

"Sect Master!"

The members of the Divine Fist Sect exclaimed in shock, their hearts filled with unparalleled fear.

Just moments ago, Chachai had been confident and high-spirited, eager to reclaim the Divine Fist Sect's honor, but the reality was despairingly bleak.

Had the Sect Master, a War Emperor in strength, been struck into the ground by a single punch from Ye Qingfeng?

The flames on Ye Qingfeng's fist dissipated, but the waves of fire still lingered in the air, rolling and surging as if alive.

With an indifferent face, Ye Qingfeng stood proudly in midair, looking down on the people below like a divine being detached and superior.

Ye Lei, You Lianruo, and Tie Zixi felt a surge of excitement, their previous worries about Ye Qingfeng completely swept away.

Fu Feilong was filled with terror, not daring to show his schadenfreude from before.

He felt like a petty clown, a despised joke.

He actually thought this insurmountable legend would lose?

"Cough, cough!"

A disheveled figure flew out of the dust, landing heavily on the ground; it was Chachai.

Now filled with both anger and fear, he gazed at the unparalleled figure above, his face devoid of any calm.

This youth in the sky could not be judged by common sense.

Ye Qingfeng's cold eyes fell on Chachai, his fingers clenched into a fist, and the realm of his overwhelming power expanded to terrifying levels, with murderous intent rushing forth.

Most of this deadly intent was directed at him. Filled with fear, he could only watch Ye Qingfeng with terror, unable to even remember to plead for mercy.

"Crack!"

Ye Qingfeng's fist tightened, ready to strike, but suddenly paused, his eyes shifting to the distant horizon.

There, more than twenty streaks of light were shooting towards them.

The flames on Ye Qingfeng's fist soared, but he delayed the punch, causing Chachai's suspicion, and the spectators were also greatly puzzled.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng's movements, everyone was startled and followed his gaze.

"Whoosh!"

In the distant sky, over twenty streaks of light traversed forward, all different colors, but each with an overwhelmingly powerful aura.

"What?"

Chachai, the Thai Boxing Saint, was shocked. He hadn't expected the arrival of so many experts besides Ye Qingfeng today at the Divine Fist Sect.

The flames on Ye Qingfeng's fist dissipated as he lowered his hand, folding it behind him, looking indifferently at the approaching streaks of light.

"Flash!"

A flame lit up first, appearing like the leader. It turned into a fiery mass, burning intensely in the air, and within the flame was a charming silhouette, exuding an alluring, lazy aura across her body.

"Hehe, War God, it's been too long, hasn't it? This girl has missed you so much; I wonder if the War God still remembers me?"

The enchanting woman spoke first, her voice soft and silky, instantly stirring the primal instincts of the men below, even causing Ye Lei and Fu Feilong to blush slightly.

Ye Qingfeng's expression remained unchanged, his eyes still cold.

"Flame Goddess Tina, did you bring so many people just for me?"

Ye Qingfeng looked towards Tina, behind whom twenty or more powerful and strange presences stood, each not weaker than Doug, whom Ye Qingfeng had previously fought against.

These people all fixed their intense gazes on Ye Qingfeng, and among them Ye Qingfeng recognized a familiar face he had once met and injured with a claw.

Wrapped in purple Spiritual Power, Zi Yue stood amidst them, levitating, with five others by her side.

Tina did not respond; instead, Zi Yue spoke up.

"Invincible War God, the day you single-handedly killed our Six Great Venerables of God Slaying Hall, I said then, our God Slaying Hall would remember you!"

Zi Yue's elongated, beautiful eyes glimmered with dangerous light—cold yet lethal.

"Oh?" Ye Qingfeng grinned, "Interesting, since when did the God Slaying Hall associate with the World Court?"

Tina smiled, exchanging a glance with Zi Yue, then replied, "You're just too invincible, War God. The punch you gave me last time is still fresh in my memory; without some allies, how could we dare stand up to you?"

"I invited you to join the World Court last time, but you declined without hesitation. It really hurt my feelings, so today I brought some friends to show the War God the capabilities of our Court!"

The disciples of the Divine Fist Sect were thoroughly confused, unaware of the origins of this group led by Zi Yue and Tina, but the high-level Guardian Elders knew well, and they were extremely shocked.

The God Slaying Hall is absolutely a Martial Arts power not inferior to their Divine Fist Sect, perhaps even stronger, while the World Court is even mightier, having gathered top experts from various countries in the International Martial Arts World, with a foundation too deep to fathom. It claims itself as the enforcement institution of the International Martial Arts World.

Throughout its centuries-long history, the World Court has sanctioned countless Martial Arts masters who refused to bow to them, eliminating countless talented Martial Arts geniuses, earning a notorious reputation.

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