Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Xu Wei stomped her feet angrily.

In order to save Lin Chen, she even agreed to be Wang Ming's girlfriend, but this guy still wanted to duel Wang Ming.

This guy should just bow to the Wang family, it's not like he would die for doing it.

"Lin Chen, you're looking for death. You'll be crippled by Wang Ming." Xu Wei yelled at Lin Chen in a fit of rage.

Lin Chen's expression remained calm: "You're so unsure of me, how do you know I'll definitely lose?"

"You..." Seeing the confidence on Lin Chen's face, Xu Wei was truly speechless.

Lin Chen's strength was only at the early stage of the Immortal Monarch level, while Wang Ming was at the high stage of the Immortal Monarch level.

If there was one level of difference, there might be a chance to turn things around, but with a two-level difference, there's simply no possibility at all.

"The kid is looking for death. Little Wei, he brought this on himself, can't blame me."

Finally, Wang Ming could no longer bear it and directly made his move.

Wang Ming suddenly lunged forward, swinging his fist powerfully at Lin Chen.

Violent streams of spiritual energy surged into his fist, almost tearing the surrounding air apart.

Wang Ming's face carried a bloodthirsty cruelty. Lin Chen had repeatedly challenged his limits, now he wanted to cripple this guy.

With this strike, he held nothing back; if it hit Lin Chen, it could sever his meridians.

Actually, Wang Ming didn't even use martial skills for this strike; it relied solely on brute strength.

In his eyes, dealing with Lin Chen was child's play, Lin Chen didn't even deserve his martial skills.

However, despite this, the power of his punch was incredibly shocking, even capable of penetrating an iron plate, let alone crashing against a person.

"So strong!" Everyone present was shocked to see Wang Ming make his move.

The speed and force of Wang Ming's punch surprised everyone present.

Many people only saw a blurred shadow.

Beside him, Xu Wei felt the murderous intent emanating from Wang Ming and her heart sank.

At such close range, she could feel the prowess in Wang Ming's fist.

Even though Wang Ming's target was Lin Chen, just the punch's gust was already making her scalp tingle.

Is this the terrifying power of the top ten in the Eastern Spiritual Region?

Watching as the fist was about to crash onto Lin Chen, Xu Wei couldn't bear to keep her eyes open.

Xu Wei really couldn't bring herself to witness Lin Chen being crippled.

Finally, as the fist was about to hit Lin Chen, Lin Chen moved.

"Bang!"

Lin Chen's palm collided heavily with Wang Ming's fist.

However, no one expected that Wang Ming's built-up punch would be firmly caught by Lin Chen.

"How is this possible? He actually stopped Wang Ming's attack."

Xu Wei was left dumbfounded, her entire being in a state of disbelief.

To think, Wang Ming's punch was so powerful, and yet Lin Chen had casually extended his hand to catch it.

What shocked Wang Ming even more was that Lin Chen's palm contained devouring power that was continuously absorbing his spiritual energy.

"Damn it!"

What cultivation technique has this guy practiced?

At this moment, Wang Ming was completely dumbfounded.

According to his plan, just a moment ago, he should have directly blown Lin Chen away with that punch.

But now, not only was his fist caught by Lin Chen, even his spiritual energy was continuously being drained by Lin Chen.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible, how could an Immortal Monarch martial artist have such power?"

Wang Ming simply couldn't accept the reality before him.

At this time, an icy smile danced at the corner of Lin Chen's mouth.

"You've had your fun, now it's my turn." A cold voice came from Lin Chen's mouth.

In the next instant, Lin Chen turned his body, and his other hand, surging with flames, suddenly struck towards Wang Ming's chest.

Wang Ming's expression changed, he broke free from Lin Chen's grip and desperately retreated, trying to evade Lin Chen's attack.

However, though he retreated quickly, Lin Chen's palm was even faster.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Lin Chen's flame-imbued palm appeared right in front of Wang Ming, striking down.

The change was too swift. Just a moment ago, there was still half a meter between them, and the next second, Lin Chen was already before him.

Wang Ming simply couldn't dodge this sudden strike.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a muffled sound, Lin Chen's palm landed heavily on Wang Ming's chest.

Instantly, blood splattered, and Wang Ming's whole body flew out.

Bang!

Wang Ming's body hit the ground heavily.

He felt as if his ribs were almost shattered.

Falling to the ground, Wang Ming remained in a stunned state.

How is this possible, he's one of the top ten strongmen, how could he lose so quickly?

Actually, Wang Ming was too arrogant just now. With their strengths, Lin Chen would have had to fight hard to defeat him.

However, Wang Ming even didn't use his martial skills and just casually punched.

With his rich combat experience, Lin Chen naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Damn it, damn it!" Wang Ming lost so pathetically, but with his ribs broken, he had no strength to fight again.

Seeing Wang Ming on the ground, Lin Chen smiled lightly: "Sorry, you lost."

Throughout his journey, Lin Chen had experienced countless deadly battles.

Wang Ming lived pampered in the Wang family; although strong, his strength was mostly accumulated with spiritual medicine.

Therefore, in terms of combat experience, Wang Ming and Lin Chen were not on the same level at all.

Once Lin Chen found an opening, he wouldn't give you any chance until the opponent was eliminated.

There was a dead silence around the ring, as if you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at Lin Chen in the ring with disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

Wang Ming actually lost, and lost so quickly, so miserably.

If Lin Chen's defeat of Xiao Yong and Lan Ling shocked them.

Then at this moment, Lin Chen's defeat of the tenth in the Eastern Spiritual Ranking was a miracle.

Most importantly, the two didn't even experience a bitter battle; Lin Chen ended the fight with just one palm.

Everyone felt like dreaming, unable to believe what they saw.

"How strong is this guy?" Xu Wei stood dumbfounded, realizing she increasingly couldn't understand the young man before her.

Only now did she understand why Lin Chen's expression was confident and domineering facing Wang Ming.

Because in Lin Chen's mind, Wang Ming was simply trash.

"Impossible, impossible!" In the crowd, Lan Dian was almost collapsing.

Only now did he realize how strong Lin Chen's power was.

Thinking back to when he shouted about wasting Lin Chen, now recalling, Lan Dian broke out in cold sweat.

If Lin Chen wanted to kill him, it would be as simple as lifting a finger.

At this moment, he was afraid. His brother lost, even the tenth-ranked on the Eastern Spiritual Ranking, Wang Ming, lost, and what could he use to get revenge?

The spectators watching the young man in the ring also had eyes filled with awe.

They all knew this martial arts meet would surely become unpredictable because of the appearance of this dark horse.

"Is there anyone else who is unconvinced?" Lin Chen stood proudly in the ring, looking down at the stage.

Yet below the stage, there was a deathly silence.