Looking at the arena, the whole place was completely silent.
The fourth-level peak powerhouse who was certain to be promoted to the fifth-level extraordinary in the future, a half-legendary disciple, died like this!
No matter it was the many big shots in the stands or the ordinary spectators around, no one dared to speak out first.
From Yang Chaoqian's arrogance and tyranny when he came to power to when he turned into a corpse lying on the ground, it only took a few minutes. But these few minutes have subverted the original imagination of countless people.
Whether it was Yang Chao's unparalleled martial arts or Jiang Yan's weird bow, they were deeply shocked.
Is this a power that a fourth-level genetic superpower can possess? Is this a physique that a fourth-level superpower can have?
Especially the scene where Jiang Yan strangled Yang Chaoqian in an understatement was completely incomprehensible to them.
In the corner of the arena, a young man with a scar on his face looked at the cheap master who looked like a master with his mouth wide open. Even though Yang Chaoqian was dead, his eyes were still full of disbelief!
A man who has always advocated "Don't believe in feudal superstition, but believe in science" actually knows how to tell a person's face!
At the edge of the arena, the warriors who came from Beihai City to watch the arena match had confused eyes. They could not believe that Yang Chaoqian, who was arrogant and famous in Beihai City, actually died at the hands of a young man from Bei'an City.
In the viewing area of the Security Bureau, Huang Xingba's trembling arms kept wiping the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, but he couldn't wipe it clean.
At the space station of the Beixuan Fleet, Ying Qingluo watched Jiang Yan's unscathed victory and cheered, not paying attention to the horrified look on her aunt's face not far away.
In the stands, Su Jinyu looked at Jiang Yan with admiration in his eyes as he stood with his hands behind his back. He did not pay any attention to the complicated eyes of the old father next to him. Behind him, Nangong Ji's eyes flashed, and a fighting spirit emerged.
On the other side, Qing Yiren smiled like a flower in full bloom.
Behind him, Qing Haoyu and his friends unconsciously spat out a string of Chinese curse words: "Grass! Grass! Grass!"
"Yang Chaogan is right, it's really three moves. It's just that he was defeated in three moves."
Suddenly, Qing Haoyu exclaimed and whispered: "Don't you think a young genius will appear in our Bei'an City?"
"No way, those monsters are all fifth-level extraordinary beings who are twenty-one or twelve years old, not fourth-level ones."
"That's right, but don't forget, when we first met Jiang Yan, he was still at the third level, and we were also at the third level at that time. But it has only been a while now, and he is at the fourth level. Who can be sure that he will not be in the 20th level? What about being promoted to extraordinary before the age of three?"
"Hey! If that's the case, is it too late for me to hug his thigh now?"
Huang Yongji's face was gloomy, his eyes exuded a vicious and frightened look, and he didn't even pay attention to Zhu Yuhao who kept calling him from behind. He jumped directly, jumped down from the stands, and walked quickly out of the ring.
Not far away, Li Jianbei looked at Huang Yongji's embarrassed figure and couldn't help but laugh. He felt that the depression of being bullied by Huang Yongji for more than ten years before was all gone today!
On the ring, Jiang Yan stood with his hands behind his back. As Yang Chaoqian died completely, a wisp of gray hair suddenly appeared on his dark temples, but disappeared in an instant.
Passive talent, pseudo-immortality!
It turns out that kowtowing to Pluto is the best match for the talent of pseudo-immortality.
He stood on the ring, his eyes neither happy nor sad.
To others, Yang Chaoqian is a half-step legendary apprentice, a fourth-level peak powerhouse, and an unparalleled black boxing overlord. No matter which title he has, he is very prominent.
However, for Jiang Yan, Yang Chaoqian was just an obstacle on his way to pursue immortality.
Those who block the way will be killed!
For ordinary fourth-level genetic superpowers, Yang Chaoqian can indeed be invincible.
But now Jiang Yan is no longer ordinary. He has inherited breathing techniques, full-level genetic compatibility talents, pseudo-immortality talents, the Great Wilderness Sutra: Body Training Chapter, the Void Grasp, the Three Swords of Abi, and the fourth-level A-level genetic evolution potion...
These things, any ordinary person who was trained as a coolie by the rulers of the alliance and could only choose to inject the lowest-level genetic medicines, could obtain them, and their situation would be drastically changed.
And Jiang Yan has them all!
His eyes passed through the crowd and found Zhu Yuhao directly.
The moment Zhu Yuhao was caught by Jiang Yan's gaze, fear instantly filled his heart. He had to be afraid, because he had been wandering between black and white all year round, and he knew very well the terrifying energy of the fourth-level peak powerhouse.
That's why he learned that Yang Chaoqian was a licking dog after reaching the peak of the fourth level, and saw that Yang Chaoqian didn't even have the strength or idea to escape after being beaten to death by Jiang Yan.
Looking at Jiang Yan, he asked in a trembling voice:
"Mr. Jiang, can you let me go?"
"What do you think?" Jiang Yan put his hands behind his back, and with the blessing of Wanliju's passive skill [Speed], he lightly stepped on the edge of the ring with his toes, and in an instant he was standing on the stand.
As he walked towards Zhu Yuhao, he sighed softly and said, "Boss Zhu, we have no grudges at all."
Listening to Jiang Yan's indifferent tone, Zhu Yuhao's courage that he had finally accumulated was instantly released. He let go of the gun secretly in his hand, slumped on the chair, his face was pale, and he said as if he was completely resigned to his fate:
"Mr. Jiang, I, Lao Zhu, weigh 160 pounds, so you can do whatever you want!"
"Huh?" Jiang Yan snorted softly and said, "Boss Zhu, I won the game and got a 50 million bonus. Do you want to deny it?"
Fifty million?
Although he had to pay 50 million, Jiang Yan's words fell in Zhu Yuhao's ears. Like a traveler in the desert who encountered nectar, his spirit suddenly returned.
"Admit it! Admit it! Of course I admit it! I don't dare to rely on your money, sir!"
Zhu Yuhao was so excited that he was almost incoherent. He quickly took out his checkbook from his bag, filled out a 60 million check at an unprecedented speed, and handed it to Jiang Yan respectfully with both hands.
Jiang Yan took the check, glanced at the numbers on it, smiled softly, thought for a moment, and said:
"I only take the 50 million that belongs to me, but I will not return the remaining 10 million to you. Instead, I will donate it to the orphan aid organization in your name. What do you think?"
"Mr. Jiang is so righteous! I completely agree. I will match another 10 million." Zhu Yuhao had no reason to disagree, and hurriedly added another 10 million to his donation.
In Bei'an City, no, it should be said that in the entire Beixuan Star, the number of orphans is very large. Many of those orphans can only rely on the alliance's very meager relief funds, and their lives are extremely difficult.
After experiencing the incident of "being falsely accused and imprisoned for doing something righteous", although Jiang Yan is no longer a good person, he still hopes that society will become better if he can.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Murong Tong, the second-in-command in Bei'an City and the deputy city lord, stood up, clapped his hands, walked up to Jiang Yan, and said gently: "Heroes come from young."
"From today on, there will be a place for you in Bei'an City!"
"If you have any needs in the future, you can come to the City Lord's Mansion to find me. I hope that Bei'an City can also produce a young genius who can compete with Zhucheng for supremacy!"
Combined with Jiang Yan's actions and the comments of Deputy City Lord Murong Tong, many big shots in the stands sighed:
This young man’s rise is unstoppable!
