Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God-Chapter 517 -

Even the stunningly beautiful woman's face underwent a slight change when she looked at the Snow Wolf.

"Truly, the Snow Wolf is extraordinary, but the top three contenders for the championship and the leaderboard are up next to you. I hope you won't disappoint me!" The beautiful woman chuckled lightly, her tone filled with confidence and arrogance.

"Heh, just wait and see!" Snow Wolf's voice was cold and tinged with a hint of pride.

"Let the competition begin now!" the beautiful woman waved her hand and then stepped off the stage.

According to the draw, Ye Ling was the second one to compete, so he quietly sat aside and watched the first group of contestants.

The first group consisted of a woman in a tight outfit and a man whose body exuded a strong murderous aura.

Ye Ling recognized the woman; she seemed to be called Yang Xiaoyu, but he had never heard of the man in the tight outfit.

Yang Xiaoyu and the man called Wang Hu stepped onto the martial arts platform and faced each other.

The man named Wang Hu had eyes flashing with intense murderous intent, his body radiating a chilling aura.

Yang Xiaoyu's face was also frosty, her pretty face full of contempt as if the person standing in front of her was nothing more than an ant, ready to be squashed at her slightest whim.

Wang Hu and Yang Xiaoyu sized each other up, their eyes emitting a fierce light.

"Little girl, if you are willing to spend a night with me, maybe I'll let you suffer a bit less. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Wang Hu sneered coldly, his eyes revealing a hint of evil.

"Bastard, you're asking for death!" Upon hearing Wang Hu's words, Yang Xiaoyu instantly flared up in anger, her naturally volatile temperament now fuelled by his provocation.

"Haha, it looks like you're choosing to be shameless! Since that's the case, let me show you what real pain feels like!"

Wang Hu sneered viciously and then his figure suddenly burst into action, his toes tapping the platform, turning him into a blur as he quickly charged towards Yang Xiaoyu.

His palm flipped, and a supremely sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

This dagger was dark green and black, with a blood-red plum blossom carved on the handle, very seductive, clearly of extraordinary quality.

Moreover, there was a small groove on the back of the blade, which ordinary people simply couldn't handle because it was too heavy!

But for Wang Hu, it was nothing, as he was indeed a genuine master of the Battle King realm!

"Whoosh!"

Wang Hu's wrist turned, and the blade immediately sped towards Yang Xiaoyu, a blood-red arc slicing through the air, accompanied by a series of whistling sounds.

Wang Hu's attack carried a thick murderous aura, clearly not his first time using the dagger; his decisive killing skill was already perfected.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaoyu's face grew solemn; she flicked her long whip and met Wang Hu head-on.

"Crack!"

Their weapons clashed, immediately creating an intense sound of impact.

"Thump thump thump!"

Yang Xiaoyu's steps retreated seven or eight steps back, while Wang Hu remained motionless, only feeling a strong rebound force in his arm.

Under that strike, Yang Xiaoyu's heart trembled. She had never expected Wang Hu to possess such terrifying power!

"Hehe, it seems you're no goodie either, being able to withstand my strike without falling. That's somewhat surprising to me!"

Wang Hu chuckled sinisterly. His hideous face flickered with a bloodthirsty glow, his eerie eyes fixated on Yang Xiaoyu.

Yang Xiaoyu's expression soured as she snorted coldly. Her strength indeed wasn't comparable to Wang Hu's, but she was not weak by any means. If she put forth all her effort, she could entirely match Wang Hu.

Yang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, and her long whip danced again in her hand, instantly swirling up waves of wind that enveloped Wang Hu.

This whip by Yang Xiaoyu was formidable; she wielded the long whip as swiftly as a snake striking its tongue, the tail of the whip carrying a whistling wind, slightly altering Wang Hu's expression.

Wang Hu's figure violently retreated several feet, his dagger transforming instantaneously, morphing into a black iron spear.

The spear's design was simple and unadorned, carved with countless intricate patterns, and the shaft was inlaid with sparkling, crystal-clear gems.

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Under the sunlight, it shimmered with a dazzling radiance that was incredibly eye-catching.

Wang Hu, gripping the black iron spear, thrust viciously at Yang Xiaoyu. Streaks of fierce spear light howled forth, transforming into a dark venomous dragon that tore toward Yang Xiaoyu.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaoyu's face darkened, her whip trembling once again as it cast shadows overhead and enveloped the spears of light.

"Clang, clang, clang!"

The whip's shadow clashed against the spear light, emitting a series of piercing sounds, and at the center of this collision of whip and spear, ripples spread outward.

The expanding ripples, like water waves, covered the entire dueling platform, isolating Wang Hu and Yang Xiaoyu from the rest.

Seeing the battle between the two, excitement appeared on the faces of the spectators below, as both possessed formidable strength, and they naturally hoped to witness a duel between two powerhouses.

Wang Hu's face was twisted with ferocity. His arm shook, sending streaks of black spear light howling toward Yang Xiaoyu, the sounds of tearing wind endless.

Yang Xiaoyu's figure agilely maneuvered midair, her whip continuously lashing out, deflecting those streaks of spear light, yet she was unable to damage the dark sniper spear light.

However, seeing this, Ye Ling slowly shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing across his face.

Although both were of the warrior king realm, it was an undeniable fact that Yang Xiaoyu was no match for Wang Hu.

Wang Hu might be young, but his combat experience was extraordinarily rich, and his spear techniques were razor-sharp, often catching his opponents off guard.

Sure enough, moments later, Wang Hu suddenly let out a wild laugh, his arm trembling as the dark long spear began to spin rapidly.

At the spear's tip, each gem burst forth with dazzling, colorful brilliance, akin to fireworks in their beauty.

Yang Xiaoyu's expression changed as she felt a suffocating pressure looming. She fiercely swung her long whip, sweeping it towards the spear light in an attempt to shatter it.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The whip collided with the spear light, each strike resounding with a violent crash. Although the spear light was outmatched by the whip, it stubbornly blocked Yang Xiaoyu's path.

The next moment, the whip shattered with a snap!