The somewhat effeminate pretty boy Hermes currently looked like a smashed tomato.

His nose was broken, teeth had fallen out, lips torn, and eyes swollen like bruised peaches.

Hermes's left hand and right arm were also broken, his pale bones protruding, covered in blood and flesh, looking utterly terrifying.

The once overwhelmingly powerful Hermes now seemed like a chicken torn apart by a bear, flesh and feathers scattered all around.

Mad Blade, Fan Yi, and others watched, both horrified and amused.

Yet Yang Fei continued to sit on Hermes's stomach, punching his handsome pretty boy face relentlessly.

At this moment, Hermes was already seeing stars from the beating, overwhelmed and utterly embarrassed.

Neither of them realized that the domain of the Dragon Battle Arena had vanished.

Just then, Hermes suddenly felt True Yuan Energy flowing back into him incessantly.

He hesitated, seeing Yang Fei's fist once again swinging towards him, instinctively parrying it.

Bam!

Yang Fei trembled all over as the True Martial Spirit burst like a small bomb, throwing him off balance.

He immediately tumbled off Hermes.

Hermes, suffering from this inexplicable loss, felt deeply wronged and suddenly shouted angrily, jumping up with indignant True Martial Qi Force swirling around him.

"You little thief, bring your life here!"

Yang Fei paused, then realized what was happening, and started to run like a rabbit with four legs, his movement technique sneakily swift.

The other rogues of the Changfeng Squad also noticed the sudden change in situation and scattered in a panic, each fleeing.

The emaciated camel is still bigger than a horse; no matter what, Hermes was still a True Martial Master, absolutely not someone the present Changfeng Squad could confront directly.

Hermes despised Yang Fei, refusing to let him go, almost turning into a blur, his chase relentless.

Yang Fei shouted loudly, "The wind's tight, let's scram! Why are you damn chasing me nonstop?"

Hermes's mouth bled, his pretty boy face livid, persistently pursuing Yang Fei with True Martial Qi Force swirling and electricity sparking.

He vowed to slay this guy who dared to desecrate the deities.

Even though Yang Fei was a whole realm short of Hermes, lacking in power and speed.

He could only rely on the miraculous Yu Step to barely dodge Hermes's pursuit.

The Changfeng Squad seemed to scatter in panic, all fleeing for their lives, but subtly maintained a tactical formation.

Seeing Yang Fei in danger, the group of rogues began to close in on him again.

A high wall appeared ahead; under Hermes's chase, Yang Fei couldn't jump or climb over it in time.

Hermes's mouth curled into a sneer.

He had already calculated the three directions Yang Fei could flee and was ready to unleash a Thunder Strike to tear the hateful guy to pieces.

However, at this moment, Yang Fei stopped moving, leaned against the wall, and smiled at Hermes.

"Let's not fight, let's sit and talk about poetry and faraway places, okay?"

Hermes sneered, ignored his nonsense, and lunged at him with a palm.

Yang Fei chuckled, moved sideways like a fish, avoiding Hermes's palm strike.

Bam!

Hermes's impregnable palm strength hit the solid brick wall behind Yang Fei, creating a massive hole with dust flying everywhere.

Hermes nearly bit through his teeth, but he realized Yang Fei's dodge reached its limit.

The second palm strike would definitely be unavoidable for him.

To guarantee Yang Fei's demise, Hermes activated an Absolute Domain, immobilizing Yang Fei.

Yang Fei couldn't move his body and let out a wailing cry.

"You cheat, this doesn't count, stop!"

Hermes mildly sneered, dismissing his appeals, storming forward like a whirlwind.

His palm's Qi vortex swirled, sparking with electricity, filled with destructive energy.

At that moment, outside the wall, a six-barrel Gatling heavy machine gun pointed through the hole Hermes had blasted.

The black muzzle aimed right at Hermes's side.

Hermes felt an indescribable sense of horror and crisis emanating from outside the wall.

He glanced once, then froze in shock.

With the Gatling heavy machine gun firing in a fan-like manner, even Hermes couldn't confidently dodge the torrential bullet downpour.

Hermes raised his hand, the True Martial Qi Force still swirling in his palm, but he couldn't move.

Behind the cracked wall, Mad Blade grinned fiercely, his unshaven beard flaunting unbridled arrogance.

"Hit me, dare to strike again!"

Yang Fei looked at Hermes with a teasing smile.

"I told you not to fight, not to fight, but you wouldn't listen, now see where you've ended up?"

Hermes's pretty face was tinged with ash.

Self-proclaimed as a deity, yet toyed with by a group of ants, the stifled poisonous fire in his heart was like a volcano waiting to erupt.

Hermes turned around, glancing behind him.

Seven or eight martial arts experts surrounded Hermes with guns pointed at his vital points, including the devastatingly powerful Heavy Snipers.

Hermes almost bit through his teeth.

Only now did he understand that this group of people, pretending to scatter, had been laying out the scene all along.

This insidious killing trap was set right under his nose.

Yang Fei strolled lazily over, looking at the frozen Hermes with a smug expression.

He patted Hermes's cheek, "What of being a deity? You're still in my hands, surrender, and I might spare your life."

Suddenly, Hermes gritted his teeth as if making a significant decision.

"Ant, do you think you've won?"

As he spoke, a bronze armor materialized on his body, countless fish-scale shaped armors covering him.

Simultaneously, a storm formed by the terrifying True Martial Qi Force erupted from Hermes, surging towards Yang Fei.

Yang Fei jumped in fright, screaming, "Damn, you're cheating again!"

In that instant, Yang Fei and other Changfeng Squad members clearly saw.

The bronze armor wasn't generated by external forces but formed by Hermes's internal True Martial Qi Force, combined with a martial arts weapon, creating a formidable defense.

Mad Blade didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, torrents of bullets fired fiercely.

Almost simultaneously, all Changfeng Squad members pulled their triggers, shooting at Hermes.

Amidst the whistling bullets, the bronze armor on Hermes spun with fast-moving True Martial Vortexes.

Although bullets hit Hermes, they were deflected by these True Martial Vortexes.

Along with the strong defense of the bronze armor, these bullets couldn't inflict substantial harm on Hermes.

However, even so, blood blossomed on Hermes's body.

Ultimately, no matter what, flesh and blood couldn't compete with bullets.

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