The Most Powerful Overlord

Chapter 103: Ling Tianlong’s Defeat

"Killing Forbidden Technique, a punch that moves mountains and rivers!"

Ye Qingtian’s eyes flashed with a cold gleam, and he unleashed a violent punch.

"Sss!"

The punch launched forward like a missile, trailing a long tail sound.

A shadow of the fist burst out, seemingly causing a scene of earth-shaking magnitude. Could it be that even someone as strong as Ling Tianlong would only find defeat against Ye Qingtian?

Ling Tianlong staggered back, but managed to stabilize himself mid-air with a turn.

"Ye Xiaoyao, you are indeed powerful, forcing me to use my trump card!"

Ling Tianlong roared furiously in the air, his strongest fighting spirit being unleashed.

"Celestial Spirit Righteous—Heaven-Shaking Storm!"

In Ling Tianlong’s eyes shot out a chilling light, as the True Qi within his dantian surged crazily, forming a Gangfeng Shield around his body, as if he were the Wind God.

Suddenly, a great storm surged at Longling Mountain, with immense dust and sand cover everywhere, and a massive tornado rapidly formed.

Ling Tianlong stood at the center of the storm, left hand holding the Cosmic Seal, right hand forming the Cosmic Seal, bearing an air of majesty as if a Celestial God had descended.

As the tornado formed, wind blades ravaged the surroundings, tearing apart everything tangible, including giant boulders.

Not to mention humans; should anyone approach, the tornado would churn them into mince like a meat grinder.

"I know this move! Back in Nanyue Country, the Military God Ling Zhantian used this move to massacre an entire regiment!"

"Yes, I heard that back then hundreds of people were destroyed by this hurricane, including their weapons!"

"Indeed, from then on, Nanyue Country dispatched eight Martial Kings to deal with Ling Zhantian, but he still escaped!"

...

The crowd was terrified, for the power exhibited by Ling Tianlong was undeniably monstrous.

No one present had ever imagined a human could create a natural disaster.

Moreover, the tornado itself was frightening, formed by condensed True Qi, capable of shredding even something as hard as rock.

In fact, what Ling Tianlong displayed in this move was called True Qi Condensation in the Martial Arts Realm, but it typically required someone stronger than a Martial King to perform effortlessly.

That Ling Tianlong could achieve True Qi Condensation now was largely due to the power of the martial arts technique.

It indirectly reflected the monstrous and exceptional aptitude of Ling Zhantian!

"Ye Xiaoyao, your road to defeat begins now!"

At this moment, Ling Tianlong transformed into a Celestial God commanding disaster, as the tornado roared towards Ye Qingtian.

"Although the Alliance Leader Ye Xiaoyao is powerful, he ultimately can’t withstand Ling Tianlong’s move!"

Many experts lamented.

But Ye Qingtian’s smile deepened at the corner of his mouth: "Oh really? Luckily, I’ve had enough fun! It’s time for it all to end."

The mountain shook fiercely, sand and stones flew wildly.

The earth quaked violently, causing everyone to be disoriented, as if an earthquake had arrived.

In the forest, birds and beasts were panicked and fled in disarray, one tree falling after another...

The sky even presented strange phenomena, with black clouds rolling, pressing upon the mountain peaks, lightning tearing through the clouds, thunder roaring.

One punch out, the mountains and rivers quivered, the world fell into silence.

The unstoppable shadow of the fist directly smashed into the disaster-like tornado, and instantly, the world fell into dead silence.

Soon after, the tornado exploded from top to bottom, dispersed by the shadow of the fist.

"Bang!"

The shadow of the fist retained its speed, directly landing on Ling Tianlong’s chest.

"Puff!"

Ling Tianlong spat blood on the spot, his body flew hundreds of meters away.

Finally, he landed heavily on the original arena, creating a massive uproar.

The previously chaotic environment suddenly quieted, reaching a pin-drop level of silence.

"Bang!"

"Ugh ah..."

Some martial artists dropped their weapons on the ground, making a sound as they fell on their feet before shouting out.

Wangyue Pavilion’s manager, Xun Jianzhuo, tried to maintain his composure, but his slightly trembling fingers betrayed the panic in his heart.

"Bang!"

Another heavy sound, Ye Qingtian descended from the mountain peak.

The once noisy environment became dead silent once again.

Everyone’s gaze involuntarily fell upon Ye Qingtian, every face showing disbelief.

Seeing Ye Qingtian arrive, Ling Tianlong struggled for a long time, but ultimately failed to rise.

He stared at Ye Qingtian for a long time, and finally could only regretfully say: "I lost!"

"I lost" were only three words, but at this moment, they landed like a heavy bomb, reverberating in everyone’s hearts.

"Hiss!"

Sounds of gasping were incessant, every person startled with wide eyes, their eyeballs nearly popping out.

The scene was incredibly quiet, everything overturned common understanding.

Especially Li Ziqi, Fan Jingyu, and others couldn’t accept this reality.

They appeared like fools, breathing so heavily they almost suffocated, teetering on the edge of madness.

At this moment, they felt a biting cold, their bodies shivering uncontrollably.

Ling Tianlong actually lost!

The Northwest’s number one genius, the fourth on the Hidden Dragon List, Ling Tianlong actually lost!

It all seemed dreamlike, yet the bloody reality lay before them, forcing them to confront it.

"Captain!"

Huo Hu, Hei Lang, and others were nearly going mad, rushing forward immediately.

Their idol, their spiritual symbol—Captain Thunder God accepted his first defeat today.

Only upon seeing Ling Tianlong’s condition did they believe that this was real!

"He actually won?"

Zhao Yiran’s mouth dropped wide enough to fit an egg.

Qiaoqiao’s beautiful eyes sparkled repeatedly, her eyes filled with that tall figure with hands behind his back, nothing else fitting in.

Qiao Tai’s game console fell to the ground, trampled by another, crushed...

Ye Qingtian directly ignored Ling Tianlong, his calm eyes falling upon Lei Dong and the nine Martial Kings: "It’s your turn, come at me together!"

"You..."

Lei Dong and the others were furious.

"If you think you are stronger than him, come one by one! Otherwise, if you don’t attack together, I will kill you one by one!"

Ye Qingtian warned.

"It’s terrifying!"

"Does Ye Xiaoyao really not think much of these Martial Kings? How strong is he?"

"Although the battle with Ling Tianlong lasted long, Ye Xiaoyao actually crushed him!"

"But facing nine Martial Kings, how could he possibly win!"

...

Even though Ye Qingtian defeated Ling Tianlong, not a single person was willing to believe he could defeat the nine Martial Kings.

Of course, there was one exception—Qiaoqiao.

Though she had only met Ye Qingtian a few times and hadn’t spoken, she felt that Ye Qingtian, though seemingly lazy and arrogant, was actually meticulous and would never do anything he wasn’t confident in.

"Since you are courting death, don’t blame us for being impolite!"

Lü Zhongtong and Qiao Guofeng were already filled with murderous intent.

"Everyone, now I ask you to join me in killing this man, and then fight in the Martial Arts Tournament!"

Lü Zhongtong pleaded.

Others couldn’t help but look towards the direction of Wangyue Pavilion...