Chapter 272 Clearing the Portal

This scene caused a sudden change in the faces of the spectators below the stage, especially in the face of Jiang Chen, which was now filled with an expression of worry. Now he finally understood why Yang Hao didn't let him make the first move. Looking at the opponent's hand, he realized that he was no match for him at all. At this moment, Zhu Hou was not just competing, but intending to kill. A strong wind blew, darkness surrounded the area, and other than a few people, no one knew what was happening on the stage. "You want to kill me?" Yang Hao felt the overwhelming killing intent from the opponent, revealing a cold smile on his face. "I have planned meticulously for so long, you must die today!" Zhu Hou roared, and his fist came crashing towards Yang Hao's head. At the same time, several cold lights shot towards him. I didn't expect Zhu Hou to actually use hidden weapons in secret. With a movement of Yang Hao's foot and a wave of his hand, several cold lights were seen flying and instantly blasted away. Bang! This was followed by a muffled sound as Yang Hao's fist directly collided with the opponent. "Crack..." the crisp sound of a bone breaking rang out, as Zhu Hou's body was sent flying backwards, heavily falling at the edge of the arena. "Wow..." Zhu Hou struggled and immediately spat out a mouthful of black blood. His face turned extremely pale. With a movement of his body, Yang Hao was already by the opponent's side in the next second, his sharp eyes fixed on Zhu Hou. "Just based on you, you still want to kill me?!" "Hmph, do you think I'm the only one who wants your life?" "I've said it, even if I can't kill you today, you will still die! And you must die!" Zhu Hou gritted his teeth and snorted. "Are you referring to the dozens of assassins hidden among the crowd?" "Or the sniper in the hot spring across the street?" As soon as this was said, Zhu Hou's face suddenly changed, his eyes staring fearfully at Yang Hao. "You know about them?" Zhu Hou asked. "Hehe, I don't just know about them, I've already sent them to Lord Yanwang. It's time for you to reunite with them!" With a sneer, Yang Hao exuded a strong killing intent. "If you don't kill me, I will tell you who ordered me to come and kill you!" Zhuhou's eyes shifted and he spoke to Yang Hao. "Haha, Zhuhou, you've reminded me, I've decided not to kill you." Yang Hao laughed once again. Zhuhou immediately said, "Thank you!" "Don't thank me too soon. The punishment of death can be avoided, but the punishment of life is hard to escape. I see that someone like you is not worthy of being a martial artist, so..." *Crack* "Ah..." "Yang Hao, you... you actually..." Before Zhuhou could finish speaking, he fell unconscious from the intense pain coursing through his body. "Did I make you play dead?" Yang Hao snorted coldly, stomping his foot on the opponent's head, causing Zhu Hou to wake up in pain again! "Ah... Yang Hao, you bastard, you actually broke my limbs!" Zhu Hou's beads of sweat rolled down like beans, cursing towards Yang Hao. "I heard that you like to break people's limbs, so I retaliated in kind. Also, I spared your life, but from now on, whether you live or die is up to you, I can't guarantee anything!" Yang Hao looked at the opponent with disdain. "What do you mean?!" Zhu Hou asked. "Because, someone from your past is here today, and he will clarify some things with you." After saying that, Yang Hao lifted his foot and kicked the opponent in the stomach. Zhu Hou's body instantly fell to the center of the ring, gasping for breath like a dying pig. Yang Hao looked around, then waved a hand. The strong winds that were blowing suddenly stopped, allowing the spectators to see the changes in the ring clearly. However, those who were far away and just watching the excitement were still unaware of what was happening on the stage. For some reason, Yuan Zihan's heart felt a little nervous. She really didn't want the "Mr. Yang" from before to have an accident, and she even hoped he would win! "Mr. Yang won…" "Mr. Yang won?" "Mr. Yang emerged victorious!" After the crowd saw the situation on stage clearly, there was first skepticism, then cheers, and finally thunderous applause. Seeing the excitement of the people below, a faint smile appeared on Yang Hao's face, and then he picked up the mask and put it back on. Everyone's tension was relieved—all that was left was Pan Dingbei, who would be defeated in minutes. In the past, Pan Dingbei dominated the North and Province because of formidable figures like Zhu Hou by his side. Now that Zhu Hou has been defeated, Pan Dingbei has lost half of his strength! One could say he's just a grasshopper in autumn, hopping around for a few more days. Currently, Pan Dingbei is not at the martial arts competition site, but in Dingzhou. He has gathered all his forces with Zhao Wuya and Wang Yuanba, preparing to launch an attack immediately. Simply put, this time Pan Dingbei made a comeback, and Zhu Hou is considered a trump card, but not entirely relying on the other party. After all, Zhu Hou's main goal now is to kill Yang Hao, so Pan Dingbei must take action on his own. "Mr. Pan, I just received news that Zhu Hou has been defeated!" Zhao Wuya said to Pan Dingbei after taking a phone call. Pan Dingbei's face changed, he coldly glanced out the window and said, "It seems that this Yang Hao does have some skills, but compared to me, Pan Dingbei, he is still lacking." "While the province is still in a frenzy, it's time for us to take action as well, starting from Dingzhou. I will swallow up all the forces in Yang Hao's hands one by one!" Pan Dingbei said with a cold expression. On the other side, everyone was still cheering, and Yang Hao waved to Jiang Chen in the audience. With a look of excitement on his face, Jiang Chen stood up without hesitation and leaped onto the stage. "Jiang Lao, it's time to clean up house." Jiang Chen came onto the stage, and Yang Hao smiled at him. "Well..." Jiang Chen nodded heavily, and then slowly walked towards Zhu Hou. At this moment, Zhu Hou had finally recovered a bit, but he saw someone had already walked up to him. Zhu Hou struggled to lift his head and his pupils instantly dilated several times. The person in front of him was too familiar, to be precise, this person was the one who had taught him martial arts throughout his life. "You...you..." Shocked, Zhu Hou couldn't even complete a full sentence. "You didn't expect this, did you? I'm still alive, and my legs and eyes are all better now..." Facing his former beloved disciple, Jiang Chen had mixed feelings in his heart, but thinking about what he had done, his face was filled with a cold expression. "Master... at that time, there was a reason for what happened. I really didn't want to harm you!" Zhuhou exclaimed urgently. "Haha... Zhuhou, are you still trying to play tricks on me even now?" Jiang Chen said in a cold voice. "Are you trying to say that you were forced to act against me back then?" Jiang Chen continued. "Indeed, Master, that's what happened...," Zhuhou replied. With a cold expression, Jiang Chen kicked Zhuhou in the stomach upon hearing his words. "Ah..." Zhuhou let out a cry of pain.