He knows what Ye Liu can do, and he also knows how terrifying Ye Liu will be when he truly breaks out.

So he dared to say that it was 40 or 60, and Ye Liu had a 60% chance of winning.

If nothing unexpected happens, this will be a tough battle.

But the winner must be Ye Liu.

On the competition stage below, the battle started instantly.

Boom...boom...

The two momentums exploded instantly.

The Sword Palace referee who was on the competition stage suddenly changed his expression, "Peerless momentum?"

Whoosh...the Sword Palace referee hurriedly retreated to the edge of the competition stage.

"Peerless momentum?" Some famous warriors in the surrounding spectator seats were also surprised.

"These two perverts are ranked among the best in terms of momentum, and in terms of strength, they have already far surpassed the ordinary geniuses of the Eighteen Houses."

boom…

Ye Liu took the initiative and struck out with a palm.

With the palm out, the aura within a kilometer range on the competition stage was instantly mobilized, forming a vortex of its own.

An astonishing aura swept through the entire competition arena.

"Here comes the Ye Sheng Palm, one of the most powerful palm martial arts in the Ye Sheng Mansion."

On the fighting stage.

Ye Liu smiled faintly, "Brother Beiyin, although I want to have a good fight with you."

"However, my wife in the audience seemed quite worried."

"I don't want her to frown even a little bit, so let's decide this battle quickly."

The voice fell.

Boom... Ye Liu pressed down hard with a palm.

Within one breath.

The momentum on the competition stage swept across and reached its peak.

"What a terrifying momentum." The faces of the warriors watching the competition changed drastically.

When his momentum subsided, Ye Liu closed his palms.

The huge competition stage was turned into powder under that palm.

Thousands of meters of solid rock is vulnerable to a single blow.
Chapter completed!