Traveling to ancient times, with space

Chapter 185 Old Kui's Sneak Attack

Without hesitation, Dali swung his thick, strong right arm, meeting the opponent's incoming fist with equal speed.

In an instant, the two iron fists collided violently in mid-air, producing a dull thud.

Then, something astonishing happened: Lao Kui was sent flying backward, taking several steps back before he could barely regain his balance.

At the same time, the fist he had just thrown was now hanging limply at his side, clearly no longer able to move.

But how could Lao Kui give up so easily?

After all, this match was extremely crucial and important to him.

Because at this moment, he was only one step away from what symbolized glory and victory!

At that moment, everyone's eyes were fixed on the field.

He took a deep breath, and with all his might, swung his other arm, striking Dali fiercely like a bolt of lightning.

However, Dali seemed to have anticipated his intentions, and with agile movement, he slightly shifted his body, easily dodging the fierce attack.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Taking advantage of the moment before the opponent could stop his attack, Dali swiftly extended his long, powerful legs and kicked Lao Kui, who had no time to react.

With a muffled thud, Lao Kui lost his balance before he could react, leaning forward and falling to the ground in a disheveled state, raising a cloud of dust that lingered in the air for a long time.

Upon seeing Lao Kui fall to the ground, the audience couldn't help but gasp in surprise, the sounds echoing throughout the arena.

However, Dali did not stop his attack in the slightest.

She rushed towards Old Kui lying on the ground with a blank expression, then raised her right foot and stomped heavily on Old Kui's strong and broad chest without any mercy.

Suffering such a heavy blow, Old Kui groaned in pain, his head suddenly lolled to the side, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

What's even more shocking is that the mouthful of blood also contained some small pieces of flesh, making the scene extremely gruesome.

Seeing this, the once noisy and bustling arena instantly fell into a deathly silence.

But soon, the silence was broken, and the audience suddenly seemed to come to their senses.

They all stood up and shouted excitedly, "Old Kui, stand up!"

"Old Kui, keep it up!"

These encouraging and supportive shouts were like surging waves, one higher than the next, deafening.

Of course, there were also many spectators in the crowd who applauded and cheered for the outstanding performances.

For a moment, various voices mingled together on the field.

However, amidst the clamor and noise, only one person stood there quietly, his eyes fixed on the dying old Kui on the ground.

This person was Su Yue, who was filled with worry and tension at the moment, because she saw the unwillingness in Lao Kui's eyes and was afraid that he would resort to dirty tricks.

At the same time, Dali had already turned around and walked quickly to the other end of the arena, where he stood firmly.

Her big eyes remained fixed on Old Kui on the ground, never daring to relax for a moment.

They waited intently for him to get back on his feet so they could seize the opportunity to deliver the fatal blow.

Just then, Old Kui, who had been lying on the ground seemingly powerless, slowly and unsteadily stood up.

His eyes were fixed on Dali, the fierce light in them seeming as if he wanted to tear the person in front of him apart.

Old Kui was clearly not giving up yet. He took a deep breath, tensed all his muscles, and began to gather his strength to launch the final, fatal blow.

On the other side, Dali, seeing this, was not afraid and charged towards Lao Kui without hesitation.

In the blink of an eye, Dali rushed in front of Lao Kui, nimbly extending one hand and accurately grabbing Lao Kui who was charging towards him.

Immediately afterwards, Dali exerted all his strength, trying to throw Lao Kui off the fighting platform.

However, just as Lao Kui was about to be thrown off the fighting platform, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, from Old Kui's mouth, which was smeared with blood, came an extremely thin silver needle. The needle was mixed with the blood and grime, and it was almost impossible to detect its presence without careful observation.

However, Su Yue, sitting on the stage, kept a close eye on Lao Kui's every move with her powerful mental strength.

Therefore, when Lao Kui spat out the blood mixed with silver needles in the direction of Dali, Su Yue immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Just as the silver needle was less than thirty centimeters from Dali's face, Su Yue quickly mobilized her mental energy.

They precisely controlled the rapidly flying silver needle, changed its direction, and sent it flying back at an even faster speed.

With a soft "poof," the silver needle struck Old Kui squarely between the eyebrows.

Old Kui didn't even have time to react before he collapsed and died on the spot.

Until the very last moment of his life, he couldn't understand why the silver needles he spat out would shoot back into his brow.

Not only did Lao Kui die without understanding what was going on, but Dali and the many audience members below the stage were also baffled by Lao Kui's death.

They couldn't understand how Old Kui, who had just defeated several top fighters, could have died so suddenly.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence; everyone was stunned into silence.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying: "The winner is king, the loser is a bandit."

At this moment, this sentence seems to have become a true reflection of this place.

In the stands, a deafening roar of cheers erupted the instant the outcome was decided.

The cheers were like surging waves, one higher than the next, resounding through the sky.

However, amidst the clamor and frenzy, Dali remained as steady as a mountain, completely unconcerned about the overwhelming cheers from the audience.

She stood quietly, her gaze firm and calm, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with her.

Just then, two mysterious figures dressed in black robes quickly walked onto the stage.

They skillfully lifted the lifeless Old Kui and casually dragged him away from the fighting arena.

At the same time, the person who had been standing on the small platform struck the gong in his hand again.

A loud "bang" rang out, instantly silencing the previously noisy scene.

After the audience gradually calmed down and returned to silence...

The man cleared his throat and then shouted in a loud and clear voice, "Next, an extremely fierce one-to-five duel is about to begin!"

Ahem~ Ladies and gentlemen, shall we place our bets and guess who the ultimate winner will be this time?

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room was ignited once again.