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"So it’s the Golden Arhat, ranked eighty-fifth on the Martial Arts Overlord List!"

The crowd gasped in surprise.

Anyone who can make it onto the Martial Arts Overlord List must be an elite at the Overlord Level.

Because from the many masters across the Dragon Country, only a hundred were selected for the list.

The Golden Arhat is ranked eighty-fifth, higher than many others.

"Haha, this is going to be a good show. I didn’t expect even the cautious Arhat to come; he’s surely here for his disciple Jin Mile’s revenge!"

"Indeed, this man is extremely protective. Someone once insulted his disciple and was killed by him. Now someone has killed his disciple, he will surely seek vengeance."

"Hehe, serves him right! I just want to see what kind of skills this Yang Qi possesses, still daring to be arrogant!"

Most people were gloating because they felt Yang Qi was too stingy. He has so many Elixirs and yet won’t sell them to others, so they hoped to see Yang Qi suffer.

Overlord Peak Wen Xia, who specializes in Magic, along with Overlord Peak Golden Arhat, who specializes in strength.

These two combined, one close-range and one long-range, can definitely ensure the Undying Barbarian King dies without a burial place. If the Undying Barbarian King is gone, then Yang Qi is surely dead.

Elder Qing Qiu smiled and said, "Mr. Yang, our agreement remains valid. If you change your mind now, we can still protect you."

"A cat crying over a dead mouse, not necessary!"

Yang Qi waved his hand dismissively.

"Such an arrogant kid, so you’re the Yang Qi?"

The Golden Arhat, standing nearly 1.9 meters tall and incredibly strong—though not quite like the Undying Arhat—is already a small giant, standing above Yang Qi, interrogated: "It was your bodyguard who killed my disciple, right? In that case, killing you today is justified."

Yang Qi remained seated, speaking calmly, "You’re mistaken. I killed your disciple, but it doesn’t matter who did.

He wanted to kill me, so I killed him; reasonable and proper, justifiable in the Jianghu.

Any problem with that?"

"No problem? My disciple killing you ants is nothing, but your worthless existence is no match for my disciple Jin Mile’s life!"

The Golden Arhat roared.

"Truly tyrannical. Your disciple kills and it’s nothing, others deserve to die, are low; he dies, others commit a great sin.

Haha, this twisted logic you present so uniquely, one must admire it."

Yang Qi laughed, "But what a pity, in my eyes, you’re not even an ant, just a little cockroach from the north, a thing to be crushed underfoot!

Barbarian King, kill this dog!"

If others spoke reasonably, he naturally would too.

If not reasonable.

Then nothing needs to be said.

"Yes!"

The Barbarian King had long been fed up with the Golden Arhat’s twisted logic, directly punched out, his fist like a millstone, slamming towards the Golden Arhat’s head.

Not only was he incredibly strong, but he had also learned the best Martial Arts from Yang Qi—powerful beyond compare!

This punch, as if to shatter the air, echoed with terrifying sonic booms in the void.

People around scattered in shock.

"Humph! Coming at me!"

The Golden Arhat snorted coldly, neither backing down nor evading, punched out in response.

He was confident, confident he could crush most Overlord Peaks.

Boom!

Their fists collided.

Except for the table and chairs where Yang Qi sat, surrounding tables and chairs shattered on impact, blown into fragments.

The next moment, a figure flew out, smashing through the door, flying out of the hall, knocking the onlookers outside flying.

The Golden Arhat climbed up from the ground, an expression of fear in his eyes.

Though uninjured, the punch made his arms faintly ache.

Someone actually hurt him.

This can’t be possible!

He could hardly believe it.

"Haha, some skill, but with these mere skills, killing me is impossible; my Iron Bone Steel Skin is not for fun."

The Golden Arhat still boasted.

Of course, he’s not weak; taking an Undying Barbarian King’s punch without injury, only feeling pain, is worthy of pride.

"Everyone spread out!"

Yan Feng, vice squad leader of Sea City Martial Alliance, shouted. The hall wasn’t small, but the combatants were too terrifying.

This place is truly going to be torn down.

"Take it outside."

Yang Qi stood up, gathering the items on the table, left the hall with Yuan Lu and Bai Tiantian.

The Undying Barbarian King also went outside.

Outside, there’s a vast open space, fighting there is more thrilling.

"You two head back, it’s dangerous here."

Yang Qi whispered to Yuan Lu and Bai Tiantian.

"Alright, but be careful."

Yuan Lu sighed.

She knew staying here was futile, can’t help at all, would only be a burden to Yang Qi.

Both obediently left quietly.

Lin Jun glanced at Yuan Lu and Bai Tiantian, suddenly smiled, whispered a few words to the person beside him, who then left.

Yang Qi didn’t notice this, focusing more on the battle on the field.

The Golden Arhat wasn’t bad indeed.

Being able to withstand the Barbarian King’s attack is truly rare.

Rank seventy-five on the Martial Arts Overlord List, well-deserved.

"Kill!"

The Barbarian King doesn’t care what the Golden Arhat says, charged straight over.

After two or three exchanges, the Golden Arhat was sent flying again, heavily crashing through a tree before stopping.

Thus, the Golden Arhat was repeatedly tossed around like a ball.

Finally, his arms felt unable to lift, visibly trembling.

Blood edged from the corners of his mouth.

No matter how strong his defense, the Barbarian King’s attacks were too powerful; without injury was impossible under constant assault.

"Too terrifying!"

"The Golden Arhat is entirely no match for him!"

"Yes, can’t even touch him, let alone wound him!"

"Where did this monster come from, suppressing the Golden Arhat, ranked eighty-fifth on the Martial Arts Overlord List!"

"We underestimated the Undying Barbarian King."

"Yes, after all, he’s Yang Qi’s trump card!"

The crowd lamented greatly.

Even those gleefully waiting for misfortune now had difficult expressions.

They wanted to see the Barbarian King defeated, not this outcome.

"Haha, Wen Xia, these are your helpers? Doesn’t seem impressive!"

Yang Qi sneered, "If others are here, let them show themselves. However many come, I’ll face them!"

Actually, he already noticed several masters among the crowd, even though they concealed their aura, he clearly sensed it.

These people aren’t weaker than the Golden Arhat.