CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: NONE BELIEVE

"Kid, are you looking to die by coming up here?"

Lei Ming frowned instantly upon seeing Ye Fei, a young man barely seventeen or eighteen, walk up to the arena.

He had come to Su Province for the purpose of uniting the province’s forces and avenging Huang Xiong.

But now this Ye Fei appeared, making him feel both amused and annoyed.

After all, in his view, the Ye Fei who subdued the Hidden Energy cultivation Huang Xiong was at least middle-aged—and certainly couldn’t be a mere teenager.

Moreover, any martial artist with advanced cultivation, whether in their movements or demeanor, would exhibit certain distinguishing traits.

Yet Ye Fei, standing before him, exuded faint energy and light steps—showing none of the hallmarks of a high-level martial artist.

Thus, Lei Ming couldn’t even muster the interest to kill Ye Fei.

Upon hearing Lei Ming’s words, Ye Fei replied with a calm smile, "I’m someone who fears death greatly, so I never look for it on purpose."

"Ha, you don’t look for death? Then what on earth are you doing here?" Lei Ming sneered, amused.

"Because you told me to come up," Ye Fei responded simply.

"I told you to come up?"

Lei Ming, looking at Ye Fei’s calm demeanor, felt that the boy was simply desperate for attention, and snorted coldly: "I’m looking for Hee Ming and that so-called Mr. Ye. Who do you think you are? How dare you presume to come because I told you to?"

With Lei Ming’s derisive snort, the aura of a Peak Hua Realm martial artist instantly swept across the arena, causing even the wood shavings on the floor to scatter.

However, standing under Lei Ming’s oppressive force, Ye Fei remained composed, smiling just as he had when he first walked up. Without a hint of panic or hesitation, he said with a soft smile, "Because I am Mr. Ye."

What?

Everyone present was stunned upon hearing Ye Fei’s words. Moments later, laughter erupted.

"Holy crap! What did he just say? He claims to be the Mr. Ye Lei Ming is looking for? Funniest joke of the century!"

"Exactly. Lei Ming mentioned Mr. Ye killed his junior brother. So Mr. Ye must be some kind of master. How does this naive young punk look like a master at all?"

"Is this kid insane? Or just so desperate for attention he’s lost his mind? Does he think saying he’s Mr. Ye actually makes him Mr. Ye? It’s ridiculous!"

As for Hee Youliang and Dong Youcai, they stood as if seeking recognition and said to Lei Ming, "Lord Lei Ming! This boy is just a street thief my junior sister picked up on the roadside. Since he wants to court death, please finish him off quickly!"

Lei Ming, listening to the crowd’s ridicule and looking again at Ye Fei, grew increasingly impatient.

Finally, he slammed his fist toward Ye Fei with disdain, saying coldly, "Enough of this farce. If you want to die so badly, I’ll grant you your wish!"

Boom!

Lei Ming’s punch hit the arena hard, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Everyone immediately stood up to see Ye Fei’s fate.

Would he have his chest punched through, or be smashed into pulp?

The unanimous belief was that Ye Fei was definitely dead—it was now just a question of how bad his death looked.

Watching from the side, Chen Xing shook his head with a sigh and called Wei Dong over, saying, "This foolish boy brought this on himself. Still, he was one of Xiao Qian’s few friends. Help me retrieve his body later—if there’s anything left."

"Yes, Mr. Chen! This boy’s luck spans lifetimes for Mr. Chen to handle his remains—he dies with honor..."

Wei Dong stopped mid-sentence, suddenly stunned.

Because, as his gaze turned to the arena, the dust had already cleared, revealing Lei Ming’s figure.

But Lei Ming was now kneeling on one knee. His punching arm was caught in someone’s grip—and that someone was Ye Fei, who everyone had presumed was dead!

Of course, Wei Dong was far from the only one dumbfounded.

Ninety-nine percent of the crowd was utterly frozen!

No one had imagined Lei Ming’s formidable, aggressive attack would be caught so easily—and Ye Fei even appeared to have the upper hand.

How was this possible?

Could this frail-looking young man really be the mysterious Mr. Ye?

It was then that Guo Wenyuan and Hee Ming finally grasped what had happened. With excitement, they exclaimed in unison, "Mr. Ye is mighty! We have awaited your arrival for so long!"

Mr. Ye?

Could this young man truly be Mr. Ye?

The arena fell into complete silence before erupting in uproar.

Speculation was one thing, but hearing Guo Wenyuan and Hee Ming confirm it made it something entirely different!

Who would’ve guessed Ye Fei—a mere teen—was genuinely Mr. Ye?

As realization set in, those who had mocked Ye Fei moments ago quickly hung their heads. If the arena weren’t sealed off for the match, people might already be fleeing.

"How... how is this possible? How could he be Mr. Ye?"

Chen Xing stood shocked, feeling as if he were dreaming.

Reflecting on the day he had first scolded Ye Fei condescendingly, only to discuss Mr. Ye with Guo Wenyuan and Hee Ming afterward, Chen Xing felt as though an unseen hand had slapped him fiercely across the face.

The crowd remained in astonishment.

Yet Ye Fei, the center of everyone’s attention, frowned, visibly irritated, and muttered, "Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed today!"

"Disappointed? What do you mean?"

Though Lei Ming now revered Ye Fei’s identity, he instinctively asked upon hearing Ye Fei’s words.

Ye Fei sighed lightly. "I had believed Wang Tong, your master, would be coming today. Yet, instead, you’re here—how can I not be disappointed?"

"How dare you!"

Lei Ming roared, breaking free from Ye Fei’s grip, and stepped back, furious. "Do you think you’re worthy of fighting my master? Sure, I didn’t expect Mr. Ye to be such a young brat. Your strength is impressive, but do you really think what you saw just now was my full power?"

As he spoke, Lei Ming stomped hard on the ground, his aura surging violently, forcing spectators to shield their eyes.

Lei Ming’s arms crossed tightly as muscles on his forearms began to spasm.

"That... that’s the Thunderbolt Palm? So Lei Ming’s incredible strength makes sense now!"

An elder beside the Southern Su real estate tycoon Jia Feng gasped.

Curious, Jia Feng asked, "Elder Liang, what is the Thunderbolt Palm? Is it powerful?"

"More than powerful,"

Elder Liang explained, with three parts shock and seven parts dread, "The Thunderbolt Palm is the signature move of Wang Tong, hailed as the most powerful overseas Innate Martial King. For Lei Ming to execute it means he’s Wang Tong’s disciple. That Ye kid is finished!"