Chapter 2525

Seeing this scene, the face of the Mo tribe's incarnation who was watching the battle suddenly changed. At first, when Ye Xiao dodged his brother's leopard fist, he thought it was a fluke, but now he thought it was not that simple.

Ye Xiao was not only able to avoid the attack, but he was also able to make a counterattack like a comeback.

The Mo tribe's incarnation who was watching the battle couldn't help but clench his fists. He knew very well what kind of situation his brother who was fighting with Ye Xiao was in. As long as Ye Xiao seized this opportunity, he would probably injure him or kill him directly.

He wanted to jump on the field to stop him, but he had to be wary of Han Tianyou and the other incarnation warriors of the three ancient martial arts tribes.

He had no choice but to stare at the situation in the arena with his eyes wide open.

Han Tianyou was secretly relieved at this moment. Sure enough, Ye Xiao was worthy of his optimism. He was able to use the Mo tribe's fighting style and routines to counter them. This was something he couldn't do at the moment.

While secretly cheering for Ye Xiao, Han Tianyou was also quietly watching the Mo people and Lu Qingcang outside the arena. He was worried that the two would be desperate, especially the Mo people's god.

The Mo people in the arena were undoubtedly at a disadvantage. Although the outcome was still unpredictable, Ye Xiao would definitely achieve certain results in this wave of attacks. As for how big the results would be, it depended on the ability of Ye Xiao and the Mo people.

The development of the situation in the arena was in line with the expectations of Han Tianyou and the Mo people watching the game. Ye Xiao would not miss such a good opportunity. His foot that suppressed the Mo people's god landed lightly, and a muffled groan came out of his mouth and nose.

Immediately, with a "swish!", Ye Xiao spread his legs like an iron plow and plowed straight towards the Mo people's god.

"Chichichi!" The cement floor under Ye Xiao's feet was cut open by the huge force of his feet in an instant, and in just a moment, Ye Xiao appeared in front of the Mo clan's god.

At this time, behind Ye Xiao, a deep ditch more than one meter long suddenly appeared.

The ditch seemed to appear out of thin air on the ground, and when the audience who didn't know the truth caught its existence, they all felt their scalps tingling.

After arriving in front of the Mo clan, Ye Xiao didn't use any fancy moves, but directly raised his foot and hooked his chin towards the Mo clan's god.

In fact, when Ye Xiao moved and slid towards the Mo clan's god with plow steps, the Mo clan's god was not idle either. He leaned back, quickly moved his center of gravity backward, and pulled his feet towards the center like lightning, trying to stand up with the move of the dragon twisting the pillar.

But the Mo clan's god's action was still half a second slower, or he didn't expect that Ye Xiao's back move was so fast, and he directly slid in front of him with plow steps.

"Crack!" A bone-breaking sound was heard.

The chin of the Mo clan's god was hooked by Ye Xiao's kick.

This scene reminded the Yin clan members and Han Tianyou who had participated in the Shuanglong Mountain Ancient Martial Arts Exchange Conference of that time. After Ye Xiao used his mental power to control Mo Kunlun, he also kicked Mo Kunlun's chin with a similar move, and then kicked the latter off the cliff.

The only difference from the last time was that Ye Xiao's strength was almost not damaged, and the force he exerted was naturally far beyond that time. Therefore, after this kick, the explosive force on Ye Xiao's toes directly kicked half of the face of the Mo clan's god into a bloody mess.

If the opponent was not a martial artist in the same realm as Ye Xiao, this kick would certainly be able to kick his head to explode.

However, the Mo clan's god was physically strong, and at the last moment, the Mo clan's god also used the protective qi to resist, so he was not killed by Ye Xiao's blow.

However, after this kick, the Mo Clan God in the arena had almost no chance of winning.

Outside the arena, the Mo Clan God watching the fight had veins popping out on his clenched fists and his teeth clattering.

"Old Mo, how about we admit defeat?" At this time, Yin Pojia's voice came to his ears.

Now the outcome is very clear. Even if the Mo Clan God in the arena continues to fight, it is unnecessary, and he may even die in Ye Xiao's hands. Therefore, calling a halt at the right time is the most appropriate in Yin Pojia's opinion.

Hearing Yin Pojia's words, the Yin Clan members beside him and Lu Qingcang, Lu Congfeng and others from Liuhemen all frowned. Before Ye Xiao and the Mo Clan God started fighting, they never thought that this would be the result.

Ye Xiao suffered almost no losses, but the Mo tribe was destined to lose. This was something they did not want to see, because even if Ye Xiao fought a second game, the Mo tribe would not be able to kill him with full confidence.

In addition to feeling unexpected, several people also felt fear, fear of Ye Xiao.

In the past, Ye Xiao was abroad.When he was called the "God-transforming Butcher", the martial arts world of Longguo also respected Ye Xiao, but some of the martial artists in the God-transforming realm did not think that Ye Xiao was that powerful.

The kung fu practiced by the foreigners was only taught by the Longguo people who had traveled overseas. They had not systematically studied the culture of Longguo, so how could they comprehend the essence of Longguo kung fu?

But now, after seeing Ye Xiao beat the Mo tribe's god-transforming into such a state in just a few minutes, Lu Qingcang and others were somewhat afraid.

They did not think that they were stronger than the Mo tribe's god-transforming. After all, the latter had practiced and passed down the Mo tribe's martial arts for thousands of years without interruption, which was far more exquisite and complete than the kung fu handed down in the secular world.

After hearing this, the Mo tribe members who were watching the battle frowned. Although he did not want to watch his tribe members fight with Ye Xiao again, he was unwilling to admit defeat.

At this moment, the Mo tribe god in the arena suddenly let out a shrill roar, and the sound was so sharp that it sounded like a ghost in hell.

After the sound fell, his figure, which was originally hooked by Ye Xiao, landed on the ground in a weird posture. The whole movement was like a python falling from the treetop, swinging its tail and turning over to the ground.

Obviously, the Mo tribe god made his own choice.

He wants to fight again!

Ye Xiao licked the corner of his mouth slightly. He admired the courage of the Mo tribe god to continue fighting after being injured, but because the other party was a Mo tribe member, Ye Xiao only admired him simply, without any pity or softness.

Because he knew very well that the reason why the other party wanted to fight was to consume himself as much as possible, and he wanted to die!