CHAPTER 1193: CHAPTER 1193: WESTERN MARTIAL ARTIST?

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The sudden clapping echoed abruptly, breaking the silence of dusk.

Many people were engrossed in Ye Qiu’s words, feeling greatly benefited, but the clapping sound interrupted them, instantly drawing many angry glances towards the person clapping.

Under everyone’s gaze, this person was draped in a black robe, his face unclear, but the clapping was unusually loud.

However, his Mandarin sounded peculiar.

This guy must be either foolish or intentional. Does he not know that interrupting Ye Qiu’s teaching would make him an enemy of the martial arts world?

Finally, when this person took off the hat covering his face, he revealed a very distinctive face.

"A foreigner?"

Many people showed surprise, finally understanding why his Mandarin sounded so strange; it turned out he wasn’t Chinese.

"King Yan, I’ve been wanting to challenge you for a long time. Today, I can finally fulfill my wish." Said the blond hair, blue-eyed man.

Ye Qiu’s eyebrows raised slightly; someone who could call him by the name King Yan must know him.

"You’re looking for me?"

Ye Qiu did not know the person and didn’t know why he came.

"King Yan, the so-called top assassin in the assassin world, who has never failed, is now listed on the underground world website as one of the most dangerous people in the world. Indeed, quite the figure." The man did not tell Ye Qiu who he was, speaking to himself.

"Today I came to kill you, but I’m very merciful. Since you want to teach, I gave you a day. Now the time is up, and I should take your life." The man said coldly.

Could he be from the assassin world?

Ye Qiu secretly speculated. Such a foreign enemy could only have been offended in the assassin world. Could this man be a hired assassin?

Upon hearing this person wants to kill Ye Qiu, Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng moved, blocking the man.

The foreign man chuckled lightly: "Are you afraid to fight me?"

Jin Shanshun shouted: "Young master, let me teach him a lesson for you?"

Qin Feng also spoke: "Let me do it; this guy’s skills are very interesting, I want to try."

The foreign man ignored Qin Feng and Jin Shanshun, his gaze falling on Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu, sitting on the pillar platform, slowly stood up and walked down, standing between Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng, saying: "I’ll handle him, you two step back."

Qin Feng could feel the man’s extraordinary power, and Ye Qiu naturally could too. The aura of the man in front of him was different from that of any martial artist he had met before.

Out of concern for Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng’s safety, and curiosity about this person, Ye Qiu decided to face him personally.

"Truly bold; only then can I respect you. Otherwise, relying on those two of yours, I’m afraid I could kill them with one strike." The man was extremely confident and arrogant, not regarding Jin Shanshun and Qin Feng at all.

Hearing this, Qin Feng and Jin Shanshun couldn’t contain their anger. This person was showing off too much; who did he think he was?

The surrounding martial artists were also very curious about this person’s identity; daring to interrupt Ye Qiu’s teaching like this was indeed offending the whole martial arts world. Could this person’s power truly be strong?

Qian Zhen, Chen Yifeng, and Elder Jin, martial arts seniors immersed in insights due to Ye Qiu’s words, otherwise would have already stepped up to question this person.

"You really want to know who I am, don’t you?" The man asked with a smile.

Ye Qiu said nothing, feeling this man had a knack for self-assumption. Although he was curious why this man wanted to kill him, it wasn’t a must-know; Ye Qiu had offended many, and many wanted to kill him, yet none had succeeded; he was still alive and well.

"Unfortunately, I won’t tell you who I am, because a dead man doesn’t need to know, haha..."

"Do you have any last words to say? Finish them, and I’ll give you a swift end."

Ye Qiu’s gaze swept across, landing on the man’s face, calmly saying: "Finished talking? If you’re going to strike, hurry up. I need to continue my teachings; I don’t have time to waste."

Hush.

Ye Qiu’s words instantly enraged the man.

His aura suddenly erupted, radiating a powerful presence that made many martial artists retreat, as this aura was overwhelmingly strong.

"No one who angers me can live. You’ve completely infuriated me, which seals your fate of inevitable death." The man sentenced Ye Qiu.

"Extreme Speed Light Fist!"

Whoosh...

The foreign man, in an instant, shot out a white light from his front, a fist as dazzling as the sun, enlarging in Ye Qiu’s view.

Hmm?

Ye Qiu revealed a hint of surprise. He could actually feel a wave of energy similar to True Qi from this person’s body, yet it was definitely not True Qi, rather several tiers above it.

What kind of power is this?

Could foreigners also cultivate martial arts?

Ye Qiu hesitated slightly, with many thoughts flashing in his mind, for this man’s strength was exceedingly special, something Ye Qiu had never seen before.

"No matter, I want to test how strong this power is." Ye Qiu likewise struck, but it was very plain, very simple, without any flamboyance, directly colliding with the opponent’s glowing fist.

Boom.

At the moment of fist collision, two astonishing white lights, like lightning, appeared in the world, illuminating the whole world in an instant.

They were two elongated, winding white light dots generated at the point of fist collision.

Collect.

Ye Qiu looked at his fist, finding the area where it contacted the opponent was charred black, a condition only caused by scorching burns.

Injured?

Ye Qiu hesitated slightly. Although it was just a slight scratch, in Ye Qiu’s view, this was too unusual. He was a Martial Artist of the Human King level, with physical strength much higher than martial artists of the same level. Even so, his injury still had some impact.

This man’s strength is truly not weak!

"No wonder you dared to come kill me." Ye Qiu stared at this foreign man, becoming curious about his identity.

The man’s body clearly had a source of energy similar to Dantian, but his energy was dispersed throughout the body, unlike Kung Fu practitioners like Ye Qiu, whose energy source is in the Dantian.

Isn’t there no martial artists in the West? What is going on with this person?

What is that force, it doesn’t seem weaker than the energy within the body like the Dantian force.

Ye Qiu began to carefully observe this foreign man, wondering if foreigners have used technological power to create strong men similar to Chinese martial artists?

Impossible, the most advanced power abroad only enhances strength through liquid medicine, like the initial beast-transformer Bai Xiong.

Or perhaps this man is so strong because he has broken new achievement technology for creating strong men, only unknown to him.

"Surprised, aren’t you? You think only your Chinese martial artists are the strongest in this world? Haha... Do not underestimate us Westerners; the West also has strong figures, just yet to return." The man said a thought-provoking sentence.