I am a living immortal.

Chapter 350 Sadism

Although neither of them suffered much damage from the collision, the prince stood still while Lei Ling retreated several steps. Even an ordinary person could see it.

Judgment based on strength.

There was a moment of silence before cheers immediately filled the entire venue. Lei Ling frowned, feeling the surroundings were a bit noisy.

He hadn't cared before, so it didn't matter. But now that he was clearly the weaker party, the cheers were particularly harsh and unbearable. Lei Ling's face darkened. Meanwhile, the prince remained the same, as if repelling him was a matter of course and not worth mentioning.

This made Lei Ling uncomfortable.

"Hmph, I underestimated you. Now I'm going to show my real skills." Lei Ling took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

The next moment... the person disappeared from the spot.

He transformed into a shadow and charged straight at the Crown Prince. The distance between them wasn't far; a few steps, and the shadow of his fist enveloped the Crown Prince in the blink of an eye. Lei Ling was tall, his body thick with tendons, and at this moment, he looked even taller and stronger.

Fist shadows fell from the sky like a violent storm, but there was a pattern in the chaos. The accumulation of punches made it impossible to avoid them, yet they were endless.

As expected of a Grandmaster, it's unlikely he's only capable of brute force. Most of the time, it's not that he can't, but rather that there's no need to—why bother with a punch when one can kill the opponent?

No longer. He was hot-tempered, but not stupid. The pressure forced him to use all his strength. As he threw his punch, he kept his eyes on the prince, noticing a faint smile on his face. He was truly confident. Thinking of this, he punched harder.

Each punch was delivered with full force, a punch that could have killed an elephant. Yet, the shadows of these fists landed on the prince, leaving not even a splash, as if he were sinking into an unfathomable abyss. The thin layer of Qi surrounding the other man was harder than steel, and though it was distorted by his heavy blows, it lingered for a long time.

This terrifying control made Lei Ling's eyebrows jump.

Different, so different!

This shouldn't be the case. He'd seen Grandmasters before, and even those stronger than him wouldn't reach this level.

"Break it for me!!!"

"Boom!" The airflow from the swing of his arm plowed a deep furrow in the ground, and the thin membrane that had been surrounding the opponent shattered with the sound. The prince took a half step back and raised his eyes to look at the opponent.

The other party was slightly surprised, but had no other expression and did not speak.

Wait… Lei Ling suddenly realized something that surprised him immensely: it seemed like he had been the one attacking up until now, while his opponent hadn't actively attacked except for that initial punch. What was he waiting for? What was he planning to do?

While thinking, his fists never stopped.

The ground was battered and shattered. After such a short time, the arena was already in a state of near-destruction, with potholes and cracks all over it.

While most of the attacks were blocked, some landed on the ring. Only at these moments did the audience truly feel the destructive power of a martial arts master—a single, light punch could create a hole several meters wide. After these few blows, the artisans' faces paled. With this kind of fighting style, it wouldn't take long for them to be crippled.

The battle continues in the ring.

Lei Ling was like a charging bull, eager to overturn the entire arena, while the prince was like a bullfighter, letting his temper and brutality go unscathed. It felt like he was toying with the other man.

Regardless, this feeling made the audience very excited.

Aren't you arrogant? Aren't you looking down on others? Aren't you being treated like a fool right now? Fight back! Where's your previous arrogance gone?

The more he was beaten, the more furious Lei Ling became. Whether it was all the ridicule or the prince's playful attitude, it was simply an insult to him.

He clenched his fists and slammed them on the ground with a loud bang. The hundreds-meter-long arena shattered into pieces, and the intact boulder tilted up and down, with the broken rocks flying everywhere.

Lei Ling roared at the prince with red eyes.

The prince smiled inexplicably under Lei Ling's glare: "I was thinking of letting you experience the world more. Since you want to die so soon, then I will grant your wish!!"

"Warm-up is over, let's say goodbye to this world."

The prince spoke, taking a step forward and arriving beside Lei Ling. As he stared in astonishment, he struck him in the chest with a palm. The wind whistled in his ears, the sounds around him receded, and he felt a pain in his chest, as if something had shattered.

The whole person retreated at an unimaginable speed, and the pain spread to every corner of his body.

It was a pain so intense it was almost unbearable. It was this pain that brought Lei Ling back from his fury. His horizontal training was truly remarkable. Even after taking such a blow, he rolled several times in mid-air, slamming his legs into the ground. He exhaled a breath of hot air, relying on his zhenqi to halt his backwards momentum. Against all odds, he launched himself towards the prince.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You say you will die, and you will die! " Lei Ling is still a master after all, and he is much more powerful than those assassins back then.

"That's hard to say."

The Crown Prince also moved. The two collided mid-fight. The Crown Prince's Qi surged forth, continuously washing over the arena. Lei Ling, not to be outdone, practiced his horizontal training technique to its fullest, advancing step by step towards the Crown Prince against the current of Qi.

This time, the prince no longer just defended but let go completely.

True Qi collides with true Qi, and fists collide with fists.

At this moment, the entire building was shaking, and the aftermath of the fight between the two sides set off an endless storm.

Just as those people said, the Grandmaster has long since transcended the realm of humanity.

With their full strength, they are unstoppable.

The prince tapped Lei Ling with one hand, sending ripples through the torrent of zhenqi. Lei Ling was tossed around like a ball, completely at a disadvantage. Even though his entire body was as hard as steel, the constant beating still hurt. Scars were already forming on his body.

After the warm-up, the prince had completely grasped the rhythm and did not give Lei Ling any time to react.

Cracks appeared on his limbs, arms, and even his skull. The feeling of being struck thousands of times was excruciating. Until now, his attacks hadn't even touched the edge of his opponent's clothes, and he...

"Ahhhhh!!!"

An upward kick and a crisp sound was heard from the chin.

This isn't fighting at all, it's sadism.