"Boom!" There was a sound like rolling thunder, and the entire private room began to tremble, as if a magnitude 10 earthquake had occurred.

Lan Ziye looked down and was shocked. The big brother had actually trampled the solid floor of the private room into a spider web. The destructive power was so strong that it was astonishing.

At the moment when Lan Ziye was astonished, Xiong San's fist, which was a circle bigger than her head, was already in front of Lan Ziye. Lan Ziye did a backflip without thinking and narrowly avoided the punch.

Then he turned sideways and kicked Xiong San in the chest.

That kick carried a huge amount of golden spiritual power, like a hammer hitting Xiong San's chest.

Xiong San felt a surge of overwhelming force hitting his entire body. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, leaving a shallow pit on the ground caused by his huge buttocks.

At the same time, Xiong San spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Lan Ziye with a pair of incredible eyes, and then there was no movement.

The entire fighting arena fell silent in an instant, and everyone stood up involuntarily, staring blankly at the big screen.

How could this be possible? Such a powerful person was defeated by Lan Ziye in just one move? This is too unbelievable, right?

Shi was also dumbfounded. Even though her superiors had long since told her that Xiong San was merely a testing ground, and she had long been prepared to sacrifice him, she wasn't about to be defeated so easily. The former King of Beiming Street couldn't even withstand a single blow from Xiong San. How could the disparity in power between Street Kings be so vast?

In the underground palace, the head of the Wan family was so shocked that he stood up and was speechless for a long time.

Strong, too strong! This is a little girl who is only fifteen or sixteen years old. If another ten or eight years pass, how terrifying will this girl's strength be?

He suddenly didn't dare to think about it.

But he was certain of one thing: if he could not subdue this woman, she would definitely be more terrifying and more difficult to deal with than Chu Xixuan.

The aura around the head of the Wan family suddenly turned cold, with a hint of murderous intent in his breath.

It’s best that Lan Ziye is a girl who knows how to adapt to the times.

Wu Xuzi was utterly thrilled. Seeing Lan Ziye emerge from the private room, he eagerly rushed over to greet him, excitedly exclaiming, "Twelfth Young Master, you're truly formidable! I believe that after today's battle, the other ten streets will all submit to our Nanwang Street as their leader and bow down before you, Twelfth Young Master. You are the true Street King, the King of the Twelfth Street!"

Lan Ziye said indifferently, "Not interested!" Then he added, "Remember to ask those ten Street Kings for their rewards. Put the money on my card and let me know when you get the Essence Stones!"

Wu Xuzi: ...How come you don't have any ambition at all?

Lan Ziye looked at Chu Xixuan who had rushed over at the same time and said, "Let's go!"

Chu Xixuan nodded.

Lan Ziye came to the prize collection area of ​​the fighting arena, received a medium-grade essence stone and a card worth 200,000. When he turned around and was about to leave, he saw Shi, who was wearing a cheongsam, standing in front of him.

Lan Ziye politely nodded to Shi as a greeting.

Shi smiled charmingly and said, "Does the Twelve Young Master intend to concurrently serve as the King of Beiming Street?"

"I think Miss Ten is not interested in the title of King of Beiming Street, right?" Lan Ziye said with a smile.

Shi also laughed, then suppressed his laughter and said seriously, "Of course I'm not interested. The King of Beiming Street belongs to Twelve Young Master!"

Lan Ziye shrugged, said nothing, and walked out of the Shichao Fighting Arena.