Chapter 962

Just when Ye Xiao was about to be forced to retreat to the dead corner of the wall by the South Korean old man.

Jin Qishan and Cui Zhengxiong were both excited and felt that the overall situation was determined and Ye Xiao would lose. Mei Xiaoman and Zhu Zhiyun's hearts were hanging in their throats.

Ye Xiao raised his hands again and attacked the South Korean old man's kick.

"Haha!" The South Korean old man sneered disdainfully.

"You are so ignorant that you dare to resist stubbornly!"

"With this kick, I will smash all your hopes!" The South Korean old man narrowed his eyes and his eyes were fierce.

However, the next second, his expression froze. In his opinion, Ye Xiao's hands, which should have been shaken off by him just now, were firmly grasped on his calves.

What's going on?

What the South Korean old man didn't know was that Ye Xiao was using a strange palm technique called "Tiger Toe Palm". The claws of the tiger are curled up, and a slap with one claw not only has a huge impact force, but can also instantly tear off a piece of flesh from the prey.

The Dragon Country martial arts sage created this "Tiger Toe Palm" based on this. When attacking, the fingers are rolled up, and the power is exerted by the base of the palm, which can almost replicate the fierce effect of a tiger attacking its prey.

Just when the South Korean old man was horrified, the tearing effect of the tiger toe palm also appeared, "Chi La Chi La!" Two sounds like a blunt object scratching flesh were heard.

The South Korean old man's calf was torn off two bloody muscles by Ye Xiao.

The white bones passed through the torn trouser legs and were transmitted to the pupils of the spectators, which immediately made them shudder and their scalps numb.

However, this was not the end. In the few seconds when the South Korean warrior was in pain and his reaction was stagnant, Ye Xiao crossed his left and right hands and clamped them together like a trap, instantly tightening towards the South Korean old man's damaged calf.

"Crack!" With a sound, the South Korean warrior's calf bone was directly clamped off.

"Ah!" Even though the South Korean old man had the physique of a god-like warrior, he couldn't help but let out a piercing and shrill scream after being hit hard.

Seeing this scene, Jin Qishan couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

How could this happen?

Ye Xiao, who underestimated the enemy and fell into the offensive posture of Master Quan, should not be defeated by Master Quan without any suspense?

How could he still have the strength to break one of Master Quan's legs?

This was completely beyond her cognition!

Cui Zhengxiong had just seen Ye Xiao lose, and he had already thought of a hundred cruel ways to deal with Ye Xiao, just waiting for Ye Xiao to lose, and then he would take action.

But now, the sudden change in the situation not only caught him off guard, but also made his heart almost fall to the bottom.

At this moment, his broken hands and feet were completely uncontrollably shaking at a very high frequency.

This was not what he wanted to see!

Mei Xiaoman and Zhu Zhiyun's hanging hearts also landed steadily at this moment. They could already predict the result of Ye Xiao's fight with the South Korean old man.

The situation that followed was just as they thought. The South Korean old man with a broken leg suffered a great loss of blood and qi, and Ye Xiao naturally would not miss such a good opportunity.

Ye Xiao freed his hands and once again sent his fists to the South Korean old man.

At this time, the South Korean old man's face was full of pain and despair. When he was in a state of full blood and energy, he still did not dare to fight Ye Xiao head-on. Now he did not have the courage at all.

But even so, he had no choice but to raise his hand to block Ye Xiao.

"Bang, bang, bang!" After three punches, the South Korean old man only felt that his muscles and bones were soft, and his body supported by one leg was as shaky as a toad jumping on one foot.

And his head was dizzy, as if he was filled with several kilograms of lead.

Just when the South Korean old man almost didn't have the strength to raise his hand, Ye Xiao suddenly raised his hand and chopped the South Korean warrior's neck diagonally with a palm.

"Crack!" The bones in the South Korean old man's neck broke crisply, and his head drooped instantly, but his body was nailed to the spot by Ye Xiao's strength, just like a zombie that was killed instantly.

"Gudong gudong!" This was the sound of Jin Qishan and Cui Zhengxiong swallowing saliva violently in fear.

The old man from South Korea who they had high hopes for was actually killed by Ye Xiao!

Cui Zhengxiong's body seemed to have all the bones pulled out in an instant, and he slid down from the wheelchair with a deathly pale face. Just when he bullied Zhu Zhiyun and yelled at Ye Xiao, he was so arrogant, and now he was so desperate.

He knew that this time, he was hopeless!

Ye Xiao could let him go once or twice, but there was absolutely no way he would let him go a third time.Jin Qishan was in a slightly better state. She was the eldest princess of the March Group and one of the heirs of the March Group. She believed that Ye Xiao would never dare to do anything to her.

"We won, we won!"

Zhu Zhiyun smiled, and her eyes were full of Ye Xiao's heroic figure. Sure enough, this man would never let her down.

After killing the South Korean warrior, Ye Xiao tilted his head slightly and glanced at Jin Qishan, who was still calm.

"The master you rely on is just like this!"

"Now it's my turn to settle accounts with you."

Although Ye Xiao said this very calmly, the murderous aura in his words made Jin Qishan feel creepy.

Her body trembled rarely, her mouth opened slightly, and she wanted to say something, but she couldn't say it for a while.

Ye Xiao didn't say any more nonsense, he walked straight towards Cui Zhengxiong who was lying on the ground.

As if sensing the imminent death, Cui Zhengxiong, who was in a daze, suddenly woke up.

"Ye, Ye Xiao, you can't kill me. I am from the Cui family of South Korea. If you kill me, you will inevitably suffer bloody revenge from the Cui family."

Ye Xiao did not stop and did not speak.

He was kind enough to Cui Zhengxiong and warned him twice, but unfortunately the latter did not listen at all.

Only death can make Ye Xiao feel at ease for such a person.

Cui Zhengxiong's Adam's apple surged, and the bone-eating fear invaded his entire body, as if it was crawling with maggots.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he was still begging for mercy, but Ye Xiao was no longer going to give him another chance to speak.

Suddenly, Ye Xiao's figure came in front of Cui Zhengxiong like a rabbit, and a palm with accumulated power fell, covering Cui Zhengxiong's crown.

The next moment, Ye Xiao exerted his strength suddenly. In this instant, the violent force that even the God Warrior could not resist was poured into Cui Zhengxiong's head.

When Ye Xiao moved his hand away, Cui Zhengxiong was already bleeding from all seven orifices, and all the structures in his head had been turned into a paste.

If Ye Xiao had not been worried that Cui Zhengxiong's death would be too ugly and would give Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Xiaoman nightmares, Cui Zhengxiong would have been torn into pieces at this time.

Seeing the scene of Cui Zhengxiong's death, although Jin Qishan tried her best to remain calm, her trembling hands under the table still betrayed her fear and horror.

Zhu Zhiyun and Mei Xiaoman, however, only felt that what Ye Xiao did was very gratifying, and did not feel any discomfort at all.

After doing all this, Ye Xiao looked up at Jin Qishan again and spoke indifferently.

"Do you want to die or live?"