Chapter 462: I Give Up

“Seventy-eight…”
“Seventy-nine…”
“Eighty…”
The onlookers kept counting Ye Feng’s victories—over eighty consecutive wins, all achieved with a single move, something that had never happened before.
“Do you think this guy could achieve a hundred consecutive wins?” the crowd discussed.
“It’s been tens of thousands of years since anyone in the Divine Realm achieved a hundred consecutive wins. The opponent he’s facing isn’t even at the Emperor God level. Surely an Emperor God-level warrior will intervene soon,” someone said with an air of certainty. “The reward for a hundred consecutive wins is so generous—it’s not easy to get!”
“Over eighty consecutive wins, and he still hasn’t used a second move. I’ve never heard of such a thing before. I think his chances of achieving a hundred consecutive wins are quite high.” There were opposing voices, as well as supportive ones.
Ye Feng heard all this, but he also felt a hint of doubt. “What kind of reward could a hundred consecutive wins bring?”
Although he didn’t know what the reward would be, Ye Feng knew he wasn’t planning to stop until he had fought a hundred matches. No matter what the reward was, he wouldn’t be overly surprised. This was just the Divine Realm. In his eyes, the reward might be at most a sacred weapon or an advanced cultivation technique. To others, it might be precious, but to him, it was easily obtainable. So, before achieving a hundred consecutive wins, he preferred to keep the reward mysterious.
“Eighty-nine times already. I wonder if he can make it to a hundred,” the crowd murmured.
On the arena, a figure suddenly appeared—a thin man with a expressionless face and a sickly pale complexion.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He knew this guy was a late-stage Emperor God-level warrior.
“It’s Xia Hou Chen…” As he stepped onto the stage, the crowd fell silent, with only a few people whispering.
“He seems to have a fierce aura. Just by appearing, he made even the onlookers quiet…” Ye Feng thought to himself.
“Xia Hou Chen,” the man said his name expressionlessly before staring coldly at Ye Feng, being very sparing with words and refusing to say a single unnecessary word.
“Blade Edge!” Ye Feng smiled slightly and extended his right hand in a welcoming gesture.
A hint of confusion flashed in Xia Hou Chen’s eyes. “Does he not realize I’m an Emperor God-level warrior, or does he not take them seriously?”
“I didn’t expect him to strike first,” the young man in the brocade robe who had been watching said with a chuckle.

“It’s normal. Only starting from the 90th challenge is it allowed for someone with a higher cultivation level than their opponent to challenge them. Otherwise, someone would have already done it. Xiahou is good at speed, and there are hardly any people here faster than him, so it’s only natural that he took the lead.” The young man in black, who originally wanted to challenge Ye Feng, watched the two on the arena from afar.

“Although Xiahou’s cultivation is only in the late Emperor-God stage, his strength is quite remarkable. He can help us figure out how strong this guy really is,” said the young man in brocade with a smile.

“Don’t you plan to give it a try?” The young man in black suddenly changed the subject.

“I won’t waste my effort unless there’s sufficient incentive,” the young man in brocade replied with a shake of his head and a light laugh. “Besides, it seems I’m not even sure I can win right now.”

“Oh, I forgot. You used to be a champion with a hundred consecutive victories. If you provoke him first, it’s fine if you win, but it would be embarrassing if you lose…” The young man in black suddenly remembered this.

“It was just an empty title, a fleeting moment. Who will remember you after that…” The young man in brocade shook his head and sighed. “That’s why I’ve learned to pursue tangible things now. I definitely won’t do anything without profit.”

“By the way, what did you choose as your reward for those hundred consecutive victories?” the young man in black asked further.

“I chose a secret manual,” the young man in brocade replied briefly.

“Not a bad choice.”

“That choice hasn’t made me regret anything,” the young man in brocade said with a smile.

At this moment, Xiahou Chen on the arena finally moved.

“I don’t believe you can block my move!” A sly glint appeared in Xiahou Chen’s eyes as he leaped up, concentrating his energy in his right hand and reaching out to target Ye Feng’s dantian. At the same time, a sharp mental attack shot toward Ye Feng’s mind like lightning.

“Hmph, attacking both the dantian and the mind at once. Even if one attack is blocked, the other will surely deal heavy damage, if not kill, to Ye Feng,” Xiahou Chen thought to himself.

Seeing the attack coming, Ye Feng frowned slightly—not the expression of someone in trouble. He instantly understood the opponent’s intention.

“This guy’s attacks are really vicious. Even a tiny damage to the dantian or mind requires an extremely long time to recover. And if these two areas are attacked, it can result in serious injuries or even death,” Ye Feng frowned even more.

“A mental attack? Xiahou Chen is indeed skilled.” There were indeed discerning people among the crowd.

“The edge of the blade is finished now, right?” Many powerful beings exclaimed. One was at the late stage of Emperor God, while the other was only at the level of Imperial God. Their soul strengths differed greatly, not to mention their mental powers.
“Hmph.” Ye Feng let out a cold snort and sent a surge of mental power straight toward Xia Hou Chen’s mind sea.
In terms of mental power strength, Ye Feng’s was nearly at the level of Ancestor God, far surpassing Xia Hou Chen’s. Moreover, Ye Feng had practiced numerous mental attack techniques, which were far more effective than Xia Hou Chen’s single mental spike.
With just one palm strike, after blocking Xia Hou Chen’s attempt to grab his dantian, Xia Hou Chen was suddenly flung backward, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
This stunned everyone.
Xia Hou Chen’s name was well-known throughout the divine realm. People didn’t worship him, but rather recognized his appearance so as to stay far away from him.
“What happened?” The crowd discussed eagerly.
“Xia Hou is a powerful being at the late stage of Emperor God…”
“A powerful being at the late stage of Emperor God was defeated in just one move… How strong is this edge of the blade? Could it be an Ancestor God?”
“That’s impossible. Ancestor Gods can’t enter the arena. There are countless prohibitions around it precisely to prevent that!”
Lying on the ground, Xia Hou Chen groaned in pain, holding his head. He never expected his opponent’s mental power to be so strong. He staggered to his feet and looked at Ye Feng with fear.
“He’s standing up!” The onlookers cheered.
“I surrender…” A dull voice came from Xia Hou Chen’s mouth, leaving the onlookers stunned.