Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1527 - 1726: Who Do You Think You Are!

There is an ancient Huaxia poem that goes, "Others laugh at me for being crazy, I laugh at them for being blind." At this moment, Hao Jian really embodies this vibe. No matter what you say, I don't care at all.
Ye Yiyun looked at Hao Jian with contempt and said, "If you lose, get lost and don't let me see you again, or you won't even know how you died."
"Or…" Hao Jian laughed, "The loser has to pull down their pants and fart in public!"
Hao Jian spoke so loudly that even the people below the arena heard him clearly, and a bunch of people started calling Hao Jian vulgar, shameless, and a stinking piece of trash.
Hao Jian didn't mind at all.
Ye Yiyun's face turned a bit red, this guy really is shameless, saying such things as pulling down pants and farting in public, he truly is without shame.
Ye Yiyun laughed, "Fine, it's a deal!"
"It's a deal!" Hao Jian said.
Then the referee came out and announced the start of the duel.
At this time, there were still quite a few people mocking Hao Jian, mocking him for overestimating himself, daring to duel with Ye Yiyun, really fearless of death.
On the arena, the duel had already started, Ye Yiyun didn't take Hao Jian seriously at all, showing contempt towards this shameless trash, he could handle him with one hand.
Because Hao Jian didn't use a weapon, to be fair and not bullying, Ye Yiyun threw his sword down too, he wanted to show Hao Jian what he's got with his fists and feet.
He was too lazy to waste much effort on Hao Jian, since this guy shamelessly wanted to pull down pants and fart in public, he might as well fulfill his wish.
Ye Yiyun rubbed his hands, glanced at Hao Jian with disdain, then quickly rushed towards him with a fierce punch.
He's confident, as long as this punch lands on Hao Jian, it could knock him down never to get up again.
This punch was no joke, dealing with someone as insignificant as Hao Jian was just too easy.
But before his fist could swing out, suddenly, he felt his hand couldn't move, turning to look, his fist had actually been caught by Hao Jian.
First came astonishment, then he thought, damn, truly fearless, dare to come close, getting close means he won't know how he died.
So Ye Yiyun exerted force fiercely, kicking towards Hao Jian.
But the next second, what Hao Jian did truly shocked him.
Hao Jian grabbed his fist and actually lifted him into the air, he wanted to move, but suspended midair, he was completely powerless, letting Hao Jian hold him like that.
Hao Jian gave Ye Yiyun a condescending smile, then swiftly threw him onto the ground.
"Bang!"
Ye Yiyun lay on the ground in utter embarrassment, his whole body aching.
That bang really surprised some of the audience, initially thinking Hao Jian was weak, unexpectedly this guy had some skill, managing to handle Ye Yiyun like this.
Ye Yiyun quickly climbed up, brushing off the dust from himself.
Earlier, he underestimated his opponent, otherwise, Hao Jian wouldn't have had a chance, if he hadn't been careless, the one thrown on the ground would've been Hao Jian.
Ye Yiyun stood up and fiercely rushed at Hao Jian, that frightening force.
Like a raging tiger, charging at someone, the person that gets hit would be crushed or paralyzed.
The power looked incredibly strong.
But Hao Jian merely smiled lightly and dodged swiftly.
"What's going on? He actually dodged it!"
Ye Yiyun's eyes were full of disbelief, he knew that move, the power so strong, the speed extremely fast, overwhelming, he never expected Hao Jian to dodge it, didn't even know how he did it, Hao Jian had already dodged.
"Humph!"
Ye Yiyun's eyes turned red, quickly turned to continue attacking Hao Jian.
Hao Jian smiled, first retreated a couple of steps, dodged Ye Yiyun's rapid attack, then his eyes flashed, suddenly grabbed Ye Yiyun's hand, pulled, causing Ye Yiyun to lose balance and fall forward, suddenly Hao Jian kicked heavily right at that part.
Instantly, Ye Yiyun's facial expression and gaze changed.
Ye Yiyun clutched that part, crouched on the ground.
The crowd below couldn't see the move clearly, then saw Ye Yiyun crouching on the ground, clutching the indescribable area, his face full of pain, painful to the point he couldn't even speak.
Hao Jian laughed heartily.
Now, everyone knew exactly what happened.
That arrogant Ye Yiyun, was kicked right there by a little-known kid, that place is a man's lifeline, a man's dignity.
This kick, only Ye Yiyun knows how painful it is, looking at his facial expression, it must've hurt to the extreme.
The crowd began to laugh, some couldn't even contain their laughter, and those who originally supported Ye Yiyun looked very displeased now.
"Holding up okay?" Hao Jian said.
Ye Yiyun looked up at Hao Jian, then lowered his head again. That pained and resentful expression made Hao Jian almost want to laugh, but to maintain his aloof demeanor, he restrained his impulse to laugh.
Hao Jian added, "Whether a man can hold up is crucial!"
Indeed, whether a man can hold up is crucial.
Someone in the crowd shouted, "Ye Yiyun, as a man, can you still hold up? If not, just say it. Whether a man can hold up is crucial!"
Previously, Ye Yiyun was unpopular, and this bout of laughter made almost the whole crowd burst into uproarious laughter.
At this moment, Qiqi, who was watching from the side, also raised her chubby little hand and shouted in her childlike voice, "Big brother is awesome!"
Qiqi's mother looked at Hao Jian with gratitude.
After all, Hao Jian said he was there to avenge Zhou Yaokun, so whether he succeeded or not, he would be grateful, and now, even more so.
On the platform, Ye Yiyun's facial expression grew increasingly unpleasant; this was about a man's dignity, and Hao Jian actually attacked him in that regard. Hearing the mocking laughter from the audience below, he was furious, extremely furious.
Ye Yiyun suddenly sprang to his feet, grabbed the sword he set aside earlier, and thrust it towards Hao Jian.
And with that, the expression of the crowd below changed entirely. If it were a fistfight, Hao Jian might win against Ye Yiyun due to sheer luck. But now, Ye Yiyun had a sword in hand, whereas Hao Jian had no weapon, making victory impossible.
Indeed, Hao Jian previously had the upper hand, but one with a sword and the other unarmed—it's clear who the winner and loser would be.
It's like a fight between an adult and a child; no matter how the child fights, they can't shake the adult. But as soon as the adult strikes, the child could easily be knocked out.
This is the disparity in power.
Most people in the crowd began to worry for Hao Jian; some even cursed Ye Yiyun for his lack of principles, using a sword against an unarmed person.
Hao Jian, the party involved, merely chuckled. He wasn't afraid of the Spear God's spear; why would he fear a cold weapon? Even if the sword is the king of weapons, so what? In his eyes, it's nothing.
Hao Jian chuckled and swiftly dodged.
Ye Yiyun looked incredulous—his sword was quick enough that even Su Cheng couldn't avoid it, yet Hao Jian easily dodged it.
Though surprised, Ye Yiyun's desire to kill Hao Jian didn't diminish one bit.
With a thunderous slash, he swung at Hao Jian.
Hao Jian, with keen eyes and quick hands, swiftly dodged again.
Someone in the crowd couldn't stand the scene or Ye Yiyun's petty behavior any longer, so they took the sword from their waist and tossed it up to Hao Jian.
"Brother, catch the sword!" the person said.
And thus a longsword was thrown into the platform air, and Hao Jian caught it, but he just smiled and returned the sword.
Hao Jian said with a smile, "Thanks, brother, but there's no need for a sword to handle such a petty person, one hand is enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
What he said was a real slap in the face: dealing with you, a petty person, I don't need a sword. Even if you use a sword, so what? I'm not afraid, fearless.
You little piece of trash!
The scene instantly turned lively.
Those who doubted Hao Jian before started coming out in support of him.
Hao Jian laughed heartily, while Ye Yiyun's face turned livid.
"Seeking death!"
Ye Yiyun said, and then thrust his sword at Hao Jian.
But suddenly, he found his sword wouldn't move. Upon closer inspection, it was actually being pinched by Hao Jian's two fingers, unable to move.
Ye Yiyun's sword was so fast, but Hao Jian easily clamped it, without any harm, unscathed.
This level of power is terrifying, truly terrifying.
Ye Yiyun exerted all his strength to pull the sword out from Hao Jian's fingers but found that no matter how hard he tried, the sword wouldn't come out. In fact, it seemed to get tighter.
Ye Yiyun was already driven to rage, "Let go of me!"
"Oh!" Hao Jian smiled, "Why should I let go just because you say so?"
Hao Jian looked at Ye Yiyun jokingly, his smile igniting Ye Yiyun's fury, making him wish to tear Hao Jian to pieces.
Someone in the crowd chimed in with Hao Jian, "Yeah, who do you think you are, why should he let go? You think you're a little dog, saying let go, just like saying give you a bone, he'd actually let you chew it!"
"Doggie Ye!"
That group, who had been holding back and staying silent, now with Hao Jian's antics, couldn't contain their previously suppressed emotion pouring out uncontrollably.