Huang Da was startled and couldn't help but ask a question.

"What Four Symbols Step? Does it have anything to do with the Sacred Object?"

The Eldest Senior Brother sneered slightly, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

"Pay attention, although this guy's movement technique is slick, he only takes four steps: forward, backward, left, and right."

"This kind of step is an extremely profound type of Martial Studies called the Four Symbols Step."

Huang Da looked closely and, setting aside Yang Fei's dazzling moves, indeed, he was only taking four steps.

This guy would either step East or West, simple and direct.

However, with these simple four steps, Ghost Wolf desperately tried but couldn't catch him.

The Eldest Senior Brother's sneer gradually widened, his lips curling downwards in an extremely cold manner.

"The old thief who stole the Sacred Object used this damned step to shake off several Great Elders of the Xuan Ying Pavilion, making everyone run around in circles."

"Later we went back and checked the scriptures, only to find out that this step is called the Four Symbols Step."

He clenched his fists, the murderous intent in his eyes almost spilling out.

"Heaven bless, allowing me to encounter this thief here, finding him means we're not far from finding the old thief."

Huang Da nodded, his eyes full of eagerness.

While they were talking, the match between Yang Fei and Ghost Wolf on the arena had already been decided.

Ghost Wolf completely exhausted his Essence Qi within just a few minutes.

Unlike in movies, television, and some martial arts novels, where two unmatched experts could fight for three days and nights,

In real reality, a duel between masters was decided in a moment, rarely lasting more than two minutes.

Otherwise, the heart, pumping blood and Essence Qi, would fail under the strain.

At this moment, Ghost Wolf was physically spent to his limit.

His heart was pounding like a drum, his body weak and soft, and his attacks no longer as fierce and powerful, but somewhat feeble and ineffective.

Only Heaven knew why Yang Fei was still as lively as a vigorous dragon, brimming with energy?

Outside the arena, all the spectators gradually noticed something wrong with Ghost Wolf.

Everyone, looking at the still energetic Yang Fei and the increasingly slow and feeble Ghost Wolf, widened their eyes.

Suddenly, Yang Fei abruptly stopped moving.

In Ghost Wolf's heart, a chill ran down, instinctively feeling that something was ominous.

The next second, Yang Fei turned around and ruthlessly smashed his fist into Ghost Wolf's face.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Ghost Wolf staggered backward.

Stars swirled before his eyes, his head felt heavy and dizzy, and his ears, as if invaded by hundreds of bees, buzzed chaotically.

Bang! Bang bang bang!

Having landed one punch, Yang Fei advanced, unleashing a flurry of Turtle Fist punches, pounding them repeatedly into Ghost Wolf's face.

The entire audience was stunned.

This guy was definitely doing it on purpose, aiming specifically at the face.

Each and every one of his punches solidly smashed into Ghost Wolf's face.

The thuds of the punches colliding with the face were bone-chilling to everyone's ears.

With his Essence Qi completely drained, Ghost Wolf vainly tried to block with his hands in front.

However, he could no longer fend off Yang Fei's torrential barrage of Turtle Fist.

Under the storm of Yang Fei's Turtle Fist, Ghost Wolf stumbled backwards.

His lips split, teeth mixed with blood flew out, his eyes swollen severely, the circles around his eyes darkened, and his nose bled profusely.

Finally, Yang Fei moved behind Ghost Wolf, clasped his hands into fists, and swung heavily, chopping at the back of Ghost Wolf's head.

Ghost Wolf's body fell with a thud, limp as he collapsed, his eyes rolling up as he fainted.

The underground assassin from Shan Province, known as Ghost Wolf and feared by all, lay on the arena floor like a dead dog.

The entire audience, their eyes wide with astonishment, took a while to recover from the shock.

The whole place was buzzing with excitement!

"Damn, can you even win like that?"

It's so freaking monstrous.

Just as Sun Weiren had returned to the scene, he happened to witness this event.

His eyes turned red with anger, yet he also felt an overwhelming fear.

Among the top ten arena champions, Ghost Wolf was not the highest in Martial Arts skills, but he was the most brutally aggressive.

He could not believe that he had been defeated so miserably by Yang Fei.

Following Sun Weiren was a woman in her thirties.

Her makeup was vivid, but her demeanor bore no frivolity or vulgarity; instead, there was an undeniable air of authority that commanded respect.

Meng Po!

Of the Five Ghost Kings, Meng Po, the one with the greatest Kung Fu and most renowned, had finally arrived.

Meng Po glanced at Ghost Wolf, who lay unconscious on the arena, and sighed helplessly.

She said indifferently, "I had already warned Ghost Wolf that focusing solely on lethal strikes during cultivation would not suffice."

"When facing a true expert, failing in a single hit would result in a brutal beatdown, yet he stubbornly refused to believe it."

"Hmph, reduced to a dead dog, he has not only lost face for the Five Ghost Kings but for Buddha Lord as well."

Sun Weiren did not dare to speak. Meng Po could comment on Ghost Wolf like that, but he could not.

Meng Po glanced again at the arena where Yang Fei was calling out loudly and proudly. She frowned slightly.

She was somewhat skeptical, "This kid is merely at the Mingjin Earth Grade level of cultivation, yet he managed to beat Ghost Wolf to such a state; he is indeed remarkable."

Young Master Sun sighed and said, "It's not just remarkable. With two fights and two wins, because of him, I've lost nearly two billion in this arena."

Meng Po nodded and said lightly, "In the next round, I'll meet him."

Young Master Sun said excitedly, "If Aunt Yue is willing to make a move, this kid will definitely have a miserable end. Please, Aunt Yue, cripple him but remember to leave him breathing."

A devious intent flashed through his eyes.

"If he dies just like that, it would be too easy on him."

Meng Po shook her head, "Awei, you're too sinister, and your methods are too cruel. This is harmful and not beneficial for surviving in the Mortal World; you need to change your ways."

A hint of impatience flashed through Sun Weiren's eyes.

Yet, he responded obediently, "I will keep Aunt Yue's words in mind."

"However, I will not let go of this odd-job man who dared to snatch my woman."

Meng Po laughed and teased Sun Weiren playfully, "You have so many women; losing one or two isn't odd, why get so angry? Are you short of women?"

Sun Weiren stopped in his tracks, turned around, and said earnestly, "Aunt Yue, I swear to you, in my heart, there's only one woman in my life."

"She is Lin Xueyi from the Lanting Hotel. I want not only her person but also her heart."

"Gege, when Young Master Sun gets infatuated, he also becomes very stubborn."

"It's rare to see you take feelings so seriously. This time, Aunt Yue will stand up for you and take care of that odd-job man from the hotel, at least cripple his limbs."

Meng Po laughed, patted Sun Weiren on the shoulder as a gesture of encouragement.

To her, crippling someone's limbs was as common as eating and drinking.

After speaking, Meng Po sighed again and said lightly, "However, if Aunt Yue fails, you'll just have to close down your arena."

"After all, the old lady of the Sun Family doesn't like you messing around outside."

Sun Weiren was stunned, "Aunt Yue, even you're not sure about handling that odd-job man from the hotel?"

Meng Po sighed again and shook her head, "Profound and unpredictable, hard to fathom."

After saying this, she walked towards the arena.

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