The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Dewey's opponent in the battle ring was a tall, thin talent whose eyes were sharp as an eagle's and palm skills extraordinary.

Dewey put up a fearful and flattering appearance for his opponent, sending the audience into bursts of laughter.

His opponent couldn't help but laugh either.

"Well, well, well. | never expected my first opponent to be trash, just like a pig. Alright. If you wantto spare you, you need to go down on your knees and beg for my mercy. | might spare your life when I'm in a good mood.

Hahaha!" The tall, thin young man was cocky and felt superior to everyone else, treating Dewey with what he thought was mercy.

"Damn it! Is Dewey really that weak? Or he is just playing dumb?" Austin was curious about Dewey's attitude towards the young man.

What was it about Dewey? Austin had released his spiritual sense and suddenly, he sensed the craftiness that had crept into Dewey's eyes.

Was it what he thought it was? Suddenly, Dewey contracted his chunky body and turned himself into a meatball, releasing a pressure that seemed to be quite dangerous. He bounced up towards the tall, thin young man like lightning.

The young man had taken his concentration off Dewey for quite a while now. He had thought that he could ravage the fat, short wretch in front of him pretty easily. What he had not expected was the sudden attack that Dewey was staging on him.

Dewey's meatball self seemed to have great elasticity and an amazing speed. Within seconds, Dewey was almost in the young man's face.

"AAAARGGGHHH!" The tall, thin young man seemed to realize that he had been tricked by the fat man.

He roared. There was no tleft for him to just make gestures. As a conditioned reflex, his hands cup before him, blocking his body from harm.

Boom! The battle ring shook fiercely. The power contained in the meatball was powerful enough that Dewey had managed to pulverize the young man with a single attack. There was no sign of the young man, except for sbloody fog.

Wow! Dewey's counterattack had shocked the audience into paying close attention to the battle ring.

The fat guy turned out to be just playing dumb.

Each eye that was on Dewey turned solemn and respectful, erasing their earlier disdain and mockery. Everyone was now reevaluating Dewey's true strength.

After winning the competition, Dewey jumped out of the battle ring and returned to Prince Reuben's team. He stood beside Austin with a silly smile on his face.

"Dewey, you're so fierce!" The more Austin looked at Dewey, the more wretched he thought Dewey was. And he kept playing dumb all the time. But in fact, his strength was amazing, and he was so ruthless and fierce that he spared no life while fighting. Austin thought they were quite similar when it cto their fighting styles.

"| was just protecting my job, Tin. If | meet you in the competition, please showsmercy and spare my life," Dewey grinned at Austin, piling on the flattery.

But Austin knew that anyone who showed their disdain towards Dewey would most definitely be dead.

"You wantto show mercy to you? You mean you wantto admit defeat before fighting?" Austin said, his brows furrowed in faux-sorrow.

"Well... | don't mean that. Whatever it is, don't be so fierce when you beat me, Tin. | don't want to be smashed into pieces. Your combat mode is too scary!" "What? Are you serious? It looks like you are fiercer than | am. You just smashed someone into blood fog, for God's sake!" Austin said incredulously.

"AR 1" Dewey said, a wonky, slightly smug smile on his face.

"Fatty, keep it up. Let's see who actually believes you," Maria said from beside him. She couldn't help but laugh when she saw Dewey with the ssilly expression on his face.

The second round of the competition, in addition to Dewey, had many other strong players in the battle ring to ensure that the audience enjoyed every bit of it.

Among them, a player on battle ring No. 56 attracted Austin's attention as well as that of many in the audience.

He was about sixteen years old and was beautiful, with pale skin that most girls would die for. His hands were pale and fingers slender, and he was such a delight to look at that it felt like there was magic happening around them.

This boy belonged to the Prince Ernest's team.

His opponent this twas a man of about 24 years old. The man was tall and heavy and was carrying a spear on his shoulder—one that was more than one meter long and as thick as an adult's arm. The spearhead was made of refined steel and cold iron, shining in the sunlight. Everyone around the battle ring could feel a great pressure radiating off of him.

But the boy just stood still. Calmly.

The man was domineering, and one could tell just by looking at him squinting at the young man.

The two players were standing on the battle ring waiting for the other to make a move.

Their clothes fluttered in the wind.

"You know what, little kid. If you get down on your knees on the ground and kowtow three times to me, | will spare your life.

You can crush your number plate when you are at risk, but | can assure you that my speed is so fast that you won't have tto react to my spear.

You will then realize that you don't have the capability or the opportunity of crushing the number plate to save your life," the strong man said disdainfully.

"Of course, you are not the srank as | am.

Don't trust yourself too much because it won't work anyway. This is my warning to you." There was a fierce aura around the strong man, as if he could almost pierce the sky.

"Thank you for your warning," the boy replied slowly, yet politely.

"But | also have swarnings for you." "What?" The strong man said, taken aback.

"You will die," the boy's reply was concise.

After letting out a loud huff, the strong man burst into laughter.

"You're crazy, you little asshole. Completely crazy! Do you even know what you're talking?" "You will die," the boy repeated.

"How dare you!" The strong man said, enraged, all signs of humor leaving him.

With his spear in his hands and preparing to unleash his full momentum, he was ready to showcase his professional skill.

But suddenly, he found that neither could he move anymore, nor could he speak. Something was wrong with his throat.

"You!" With the last of his strength, he forced out a single word from his mouth. What exactly happened? When the strong man was ready to move, a bright light had flashed, lighting up the sky.

A small sharp knife now appeared at the strong man's throat. No one knew where it cfrom.

"You're...too fast!" The strong man's life gradually went out. His dead eyes still seemed to be staring at the boy in amazement.

The fighting had seemed so easy that it had ended without anyone showing any skills.

Everyone had just seen a flashing white light before the fight had ended.

Austin was shocked at what the boy had done and how he had done it. Doubt reared his head in his mind, because he hadn't clearly seen how the boy had thrown his flying knife.

He'd been incredibly fast.

If he hadn't seen it with his eyes, how could he have avoided the attack? All the young cultivators were now in fearful, doubtful awe of the boy and prayed inwardly not to fight with him in the next stage of the competition. . . .

On Battle Ring no. 32.

A monstrous man stood straight, a flaming cloak covering his body. He had to be about 23 years old.

He had an evil-looking tattoo of a scorpion on his forehead.

His opponent was a principal disciple of the Joy Gang, one who was in high fighting spirits.

The evil man didn't have to do much. He merely looked at the principal disciple, who immediately paled in panic.

"Leavealone, leavealone!" the principal disciple cried out, uttering complete nonsense by the minute.

The evil man shook his head and left the battle ring, leaving the audience shocked and amazed.

What?. .

No one moved but it's over? The principal disciple of the Joy Gang had no chance to counterattack? Everyone was looking at the battle ring, perplexed.

Then, with a big bang, the principal disciple of the Joy Gang lost consciousness.

Wow! What kind of a skill was it? He defeated his opponent with a single glance! That was so incredible! The cultivators gathering around had gone completely crazy, unable to understand how it had all happened.

But Austin had realized that the evil man had used the attack of his spiritual sense power.

Moreover, he had used not only his spiritual sense, but also illusion, just like Violet had cultivated.