Chapter 648: Crush the Opponent, Crippling Yan Zimo's Arm, and some Bad Memories

"Can this word really be called the 'kill' word formula?"

Bai Ye looked at Yan Zimo, his face showing even more disappointment. He just raised his hand slightly, and a stream of talent shot out from his hand, accurately hitting Yan Zimo's "kill".

A roar sounded, and then Yan Zimo's "kill" word was seen to be broken like glass under Bai Ye's casual attack, turning into starlight and dissipating in the air.

"I really overestimated the so-called 'family' people."

Bai Ye's voice came out, and he appeared beside Yan Zimo without knowing when, and reached out to grab Yan Zimo's right wrist holding the cold ink pen.

"You said you wanted to break my arm, so I will break your arm to set an example."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a crisp "click" sound, followed by Yan Zimo's pig-like scream, and his entire right arm was broken by Bai Ye.

Bai Ye's movements did not stop. He used his right hand again to fold Yan Zimo's right arm in half. The sound of "crackling" bones broke, and Yan Zimo's right arm was broken into several pieces by Bai Ye.

"Ah!"

The piercing pain made Yan Zimo scream. His face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

Bai Ye's movements were so fast that he didn't react at all. His arm was broken by Bai Ye and he half-knelt on the ground.

"You lost this battle."

Bai Ye let go of Yan Zimo's right hand, and then punched Yan Zimo in the abdomen. With a "bang", Yan Zimo was blown away hundreds of feet away, and fell heavily on the edge of the platform. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell into a coma directly.

At this moment, the entire auction hall fell into a strange silence. Most of the literati present did not expect such an ending. Bai Ye defeated Yan Zimo in a domineering manner. This "family" genius, who was extremely powerful in the eyes of everyone, was as weak as an ant in front of Bai Ye. This huge contrast made it difficult for everyone to accept.

Since Yan Zimo joined the Yansheng family, he has rarely lost. He is recognized as the strongest literati of the younger generation of the Yansheng family. However, today he was crushed and defeated by Bai Ye so badly. For the entire Yan family "family", it was like a loud slap in the face.

"I, I am not mistaken, that Bai Ye defeated Yan Zimo in just three moves?"

A literati seemed unable to confirm whether it was the fact in front of him, and even forgot to use voice transmission, but spoke directly to the literati around him.

"No, Yan Zimo was defeated, and defeated thoroughly." The literati sitting at the same table with him answered.

As the two men's conversation broke the silence, the entire auction hall became noisy in an instant, and all the literati were discussing the battle just now.

"How is this possible? Did Bai Ye hide his cultivation?"

"Hide his cultivation? Does Bai Ye really have such a great ability to hide it from the Mobao Pavilion?"

"Too strong, this Bai Ye is really too strong, no wonder he dared to challenge Yan Zimo, it turns out that he has such terrifying strength."

"It seems that there are still some geniuses in the secular world."

All the literati were discussing Bai Ye and the battle just now, but Ci Song's mouth corners had already raised a smile. This gambling fight directly gave him 100 30-grade talent stones, plus Zhong Chang's 260 top-grade talent stones, and his chances of taking down the Mirage Dragon's Ni Lin increased by 10%.

Thinking of this, Ci Song turned his gaze to Zhong Chang. He wanted to celebrate with Zhong Chang, but found that Zhong Chang's eyes were still on the auction table, but his expression was a little strange. When Ci Song saw that Zhong Chang still covered his right arm with his left hand, he immediately understood everything.

"Brother Zhong Chang, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" Mo Yao also noticed that Zhong Chang was not right, and immediately asked.

After hearing Mo Yao's voice, Zhong Chang came back to his senses, and then put down his left hand, coughed twice, covered up his embarrassment, and said: "I'm fine, I just thought of some not-so-good memories."

Mo Yao's expression was a little puzzled when she heard this. Although she had heard about the conflict between Zhong Chang and Bai Ye from Ci Song, she didn't know the details of the conflict between the two.

Seeing Mo Yao's puzzled look, Zhong Chang smiled and picked up the teapot from the table, poured tea into Bai Ye's empty cup, and then explained: "I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my junior sister, the moves and techniques that Bai Ye used to break Yan Zimo's right arm just now are exactly the same as the moves and techniques that Bai Ye used to break my right arm that year."

"There is such a thing?"

Mo Yao was surprised after hearing this, and immediately realized that she seemed to have said something wrong, and then turned to look at Ci Song, wanting to ask Ci Song for help.

Just when Ci Song was about to speak, Zhong Chang interrupted and said: "It doesn't matter, it was all my own fault back then. I was obviously defeated by Bai Ye, but I still mocked him, which angered him. It's all my own fault, and I can't blame others."

After saying this, the smile on his face was a bit self-deprecating. He was able to take the initiative to talk about this matter, which showed that he had let it go in his heart.

"The duel is over."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded, and the space around Bai Ye and the unconscious Yan Zimo on the high platform was distorted, and they were immediately teleported to the table of Ci Song and others.

"Master Yan!"

Several of Yan Zimo's followers quickly surrounded him. One of them quickly took out a few pills from the jade pendant and stuffed them into Yan Zimo's mouth. After Yan Zimo took the pills, the pain on his face was reduced a little, and his breath became much more stable, but it would still take some time for him to wake up.

However, Yan Zimo's arm had been completely bent into a twist shape. With such a serious injury, they did not dare to help Yan Zimo straighten his arm without authorization. After all, a little carelessness could easily lead to a big mistake. At this moment, they had sent a message to their family through the jade pendant, and could only wait until the elders of the family arrived to treat Yan Zimo.

As for Bai Ye, he did not have any other emotions. He just sat back in his seat, picked up the teacup, blew a breath of hot air, and then drank the tea. It seemed that defeating Yan Zimo just now was just a trivial matter for him, and he did not have any sense of accomplishment at all.

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