230: Chapter 229 This young master will let you have three moves

After Marquis Chu and the others all boarded the battle platforms, the atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

There were six battle platforms and twelve people.

Except for the one where Xia Jin and The Ethereal Young Master were located, none of the other ten people had any desire to make a move.

No one drew their swords, no one gathered their strength, and no one even spoke.

The other ten pairs of eyes all looked in the same direction, toward the largest battle platform located in the very center.

That was where Xia Jin and The Ethereal Young Master were.

Because everyone knew full well that this so-called "six-on-six" battle had been a charade from the very beginning.

The outcome of the other five battle platforms could not affect the final result at all. Whether those Alien Prodigies won or lost, even if the Temple side won all five battles, as long as Xia Jin lost on the central battle platform...

Everything would be over.

Conversely, the battles on the remaining five platforms would become meaningless.

Everyone's gaze was focused on those two figures.

The central No. 3 battle platform.

Xia Jin stood at one end of the battle platform, separated by a hundred zhang from The Ethereal Young Master, as they sized each other up.

The Ethereal Young Master suddenly looked at Xia Jin and smiled,

"You! You are the most arrogant human this Young Lord has ever seen. I don't know if you truly have the strength for this, or if you are merely bluffing!"

"However, I must say, your luck is good today. Because this Young Lord is in a good mood today. So, I will let you have an advantage and let you make three moves first."

"Within three moves, this Young Lord will only defend and not attack."

"But after three moves, you will die."

The Ethereal Young Master's incredibly confident words caused the expressions of Yang Qingxuan and the others watching from a distance to change. Even Marquis Chu, who knew Xia Jin's strength, tightened his fingers behind his back unconsciously.

Only Xia Jin remained unresponsive; he stood there quietly, his gaze meeting The Ethereal Young Master's calmly.

Then, he smiled.

"Good, that is what you said. It's a deal! I hope you won't go back on your word halfway through!"

The corners of Xia Jin's mouth curled up slightly, but a trace of mockery appeared in his eyes.

As soon as his words fell, the corner of The Ethereal Young Master's eye twitched involuntarily.

Because Xia Jin had disappeared, and almost at the exact same instant he vanished, the bronze platform beneath his feet emitted a loud bang.

Boom!!

A fist, giving him almost no time to react, slammed solidly into his chest.

The power of this punch was so great that it completely exceeded his imagination.

He only felt as if he had been hit head-on by a star. Then, his entire body exploded outward like a meteor.

"This guy, his strength is actually a notch higher than that bald guy!?"

The Ethereal Young Master tumbled through the air—once, twice, three times. He already felt some regret; the words he had just spoken seemed a bit too arrogant.

Finally, his body came to a stop.

His long, silver-white hair covered half of his face.

Blood—one drop, two drops, three drops...

Slowly slid from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

Xia Jin's single punch had injured him, causing the expressions of the other Alien Prodigies and Marquis Chu and the others to change drastically.

However, Marquis Chu and the other Temple Disciples were full of excitement and thrill.

While those Alien Prodigies who had originally worn expressions of mockery now had faces full of unbelievable shock.

"This... this is impossible... How could a mere human boy injure the Young Lord!?" One of the Alien Prodigies opened his mouth and rubbed his eyes, still unable to believe it.

The two Hall Masters of the Temple exchanged a glance at this moment, and a hint of a smile appeared on their faces.

"Hahaha!! Look, that decision I made back then was indeed correct! I favored this kid Xia Jin from the very beginning, and he certainly didn't let me down!" Fifth Hall Master Xiao Juechen stroked his beard and said to the Second Hall Master Zhan Tiangang beside him with a proud smile.

"You're taking the credit for yourself already! However, this time it can be considered a happy accident!" Second Hall Master Zhan Tiangang nodded with a smile.

On the battle platform.

Xia Jin withdrew his fist and slowly straightened his body.

On his right fist, a trace of warm Qi still lingered. He looked at The Ethereal Young Master kneeling on one knee opposite him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Hey! Don't tell me you can't handle it. This is only the first move. And this King didn't even use one-tenth of his strength."

"There are still two moves left."

"If you can't even hold out for three moves like this, then this King will be too disappointed!"

Opposite him.

The Ethereal Young Master slowly raised his head.

A crimson bloodstain hung from the corner of his mouth, and the lazy expression on his face had completely vanished.

On his chest, a clear fist print was imprinted on his robe. The fabric around the fist print had shattered, revealing the pale, almost transparent skin beneath. And on that skin, a blue-purple bruise was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His breathing became a bit more rapid.

It wasn't because of the pain, as this minor injury meant nothing to him.

It was because he had actually been beaten until he vomited blood.

He, the Young Lord of the Yellow Crystal Lineage of the Stone Clan, the undefeated Young Master.

Had actually been beaten by a human, with a single punch, until he vomited blood, even nearly kneeling on the ground.

And it was in front of everyone.

"You... this Young Lord will not let you die so easily. After the three moves, this Young Lord will definitely skin you alive and pull out your tendons!" Young Master gritted his teeth, his eyes staring fixedly at Xia Jin, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

"What? Can you really not handle it?"

"This is only the first move. Or... why don't you just admit defeat? If you can't handle the next two moves, you might very well be beaten to death by this King!" Xia Jin stood with his hands behind his back, cast a provocative glance around, and then fixed his eyes on Young Master.

"Enough nonsense! Two more moves."

"Come."

He spread his arms, his long, silver-white hair fluttering in the wind.

"Let this Young Lord see just how far you can go."

Xia Jin looked at his appearance, and the smile at the corners of his mouth deepened. This guy seemed unable to take the slightest provocation; since that was the case, for this second move, this King would give him something fierce.

"Good!"

He only said one word.

Then, he disappeared again.