Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Taking the Crown _1
Jiang Dachuan immediately nodded, struggling to support his injured body, as he attempted to utter those two words.
At that moment, Ye Ming had already made his move ahead of him.
All that was seen was Ye Ming’s flying kick directly hitting Jiang Dachuan’s abdomen.
With a "Pu" sound, Jiang Dachuan vomited blood profusely, his body instantly lifted into the air and flew out of the ring.
Jiang Long was infuriated, roaring, "Ye Ming, how dare you strike to kill? I will immediately disqualify you from the competition!"
With a thud, Jiang Dachuan’s body harshly smashed onto the ground, rolling out far like a dead dog before gradually coming to a stop.
Ye Ming replied with a light smile, not the slightest bit anxious, and said calmly, "Referee, you can now announce the end of the match."
"Rest assured, I am well in control. There will be no fatal accident."
"Jiang Dachuan is merely injured by me, I’ve left him breathing! You can send someone to check on him."
The rules were clear, and what Ye Ming said was reasonable and justified, leaving no grounds for rebuttal.
As long as he didn’t kill anyone, Ye Ming was the victor.
Jiang Long, witnessing how his own son was beaten to a bloody pulp, unbearable to behold, felt an immense rage but was suddenly choked back by the nurse’s words, "He’s still alive."
Ye Ming explained unhurriedly, "I’ve merely crippled him. Unless something unexpected happens, even if Jiang Dachuan wakes up, he is bound to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, unable to practice martial arts ever again."
"You are so cruel! I..." Jiang Long’s words were not yet finished when he was interrupted and forced back by Ye Ming.
"Shameless and brazen, that’s you, isn’t it? Chairman Jiang!" Ye Ming said through clenched teeth, "I have only crippled your son. I haven’t endangered his life. Yet, the methods you used against me earlier were meant to kill."
"I repaid your malice with kindness, and yet you show no gratitude. Is there anything else you would like to say?"
Jiang Long was at a loss for words, unsure of how to explain.
Facing countless eyes watching from below, and then there was that woman.
For the sake of fairness in the competition, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and reluctantly announce, "In today’s contest, Ye Ming is the ultimate victor, the champion!"
Instantly, cheers erupted from all around.
Xu Lele, jumping with joy, hugged Xia Ningning and shouted loudly, "Ningning, look fast, Ye Ming is the champion!"
Xia Ningning, although expressionless, finally felt the stone in her heart drop.
Below the stage, the aristocrats from the major families who had come to watch the fight were discussing among themselves. With Ye Ming achieving such an accomplishment today, his future was immeasurable. It might be wise to seize the opportunity to show their goodwill towards Ye Ming and curry favor.
But they had no idea how to ingratiate themselves with Ye Ming. After all, not even an Earth Rank Fighter was his match. Such a person, would he lack money? Or lack women? It seemed that with a simple wave of his hand, Ye Ming could have both in abundance.
As the crowd cheered, a series of crisp clapping suddenly echoed throughout the venue.
The clapping sound was eerie, resounding through the entire venue, attracting countless gazes.
The crowd turned their attention, only to see a young man with a feminine face, dressed in white.
He had an unfamiliar face; most people had not seen him before.
However, Jiang Long recognized him at a glance and hurried over to greet, "Could it be that you are the Young Sect Master of the Poison Sect from Nanjiang?"
With these words, the atmosphere in the venue plummeted to freezing in an instant.
The matters regarding the Poison Sect of Nanjiang were somewhat known to everyone.
Just the mention of their disciples was enough to strike fear into others’ hearts, let alone with the Young Sect Master personally making an appearance, causing utter terror.
The young man nodded leisurely, "Smart of you."
Jiang Long’s expression changed; after all, he was the chairman of the Martial Artist Association, and to be praised in such a way by a junior—how could he take it to heart comfortably?
Leaving aside their respective strengths, in terms of status, they were equals. He, the Young Sect Master of Nanjiang’s Poison Sect, was not superior to Jiang Long.
With a somewhat cold tone, Jiang Long asked, "Are you here today to attend our Martial Artist Conference?"
The Young Sect Master snorted disdainfully, his face full of scorn.
"What bloody Martial Artist Conference is worth my attendance?"
"I am here today for a person."
"I am Ning Changsheng of Nanjiang’s Poison Sect. I’ve come here after hearing that a scoundrel named Ye Ming is participating in the Martial Artist Conference here!"
"That miscreant injured my disciple, and today I have come to take him back for our punishment!"
His tone was extremely arrogant, causing Jiang Long great displeasure.
However, upon hearing that Ning Changsheng had come seeking revenge and that the target was Ye Ming, Jiang Long’s rage dissipated instantly, and a smile spread across his face.
He spoke unhurriedly, "It turns out Young Sect Master Ning has come for revenge. In that case, I cannot interfere; Ye Ming is indeed here."
He pointed in Ye Ming’s direction and shouted, "As this is a vendetta among the rivers and lakes, our Martial Artist Association cannot intervene. Everyone, disperse!"
Without hesitation, Jiang Long betrayed Ye Ming, sparking a wave of outrage among the crowd.
Yet the strength of Nanjiang’s Poison Sect was clear for all to see, and knowing they were no match, the bystanders could only pray silently for Ye Ming as none could offer assistance.
The aides by Ning Changsheng’s side also lined up, declaring coldly, "The Poison Sect is handling its affairs; unrelated persons, please disperse immediately!"
Ultimately, under their reprimands, the audience in the spectator seats began an orderly evacuation.
Seated in the stands, the powerful noble families shook their heads one after another.
Having provoked Nanjiang’s Poison Sect, there was nothing they could do to help—even if they wanted to, they dared not say more, though they felt a tinge of pity.
A promising young man who had just won the championship, his future seemed boundless. Yet he had crossed Nanjiang’s Poison Sect, and now the odds seemed grim for him.
In the blink of an eye, the once-crowded venue was nearly deserted.
Jiang Long revealed a sinister smile, whispering to himself, "Ye Ming, you bastard, just wait to die!"
Then, he too led his followers quickly out of the scene, his only regret being that he couldn’t watch the thrilling spectacle of Ye Ming receiving his punishment.
At that moment, from the stands, Xu Lele’s voice carried over, "I won’t go; I want to stay with Ye Ming!"
Xia Ningning thought for a moment, but ultimately let out a sigh, choosing not to abandon Xu Lele, and stayed by her side, "Then I will not leave either."
The two girls displayed a very determined attitude, which made Ye Ming frown.
His heart was moved, yet he would not let these two girls risk their lives with him.
Therefore, Ye Ming yelled, "Lin Bingqing! Take them away from the scene, don’t make any mistakes!"
Lin Bingqing had a complicated look on her face but obeyed her master’s command, saying, "Master, please be careful!"
