School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master

Chen Nan, having caught Shi Fanzhen, didn't know how his injuries were, so he quickly jumped off the arena without lingering in the fight.

Looking at his foolish brother's face, he saw that his brother's eyes were tightly shut, already unconscious from the pain, with both eyelids fiery red, clearly injured by the red smoke spewed by Zi Yu.

"How are his injuries?"

The crowd quickly gathered around.

"This red smoke is poisonous. We need to extract the poison immediately, or his eyes might not be saved," Chen Nan said, taking out a box of silver needles from his storage ring.

He seldom used silver needles for treating injuries or diseases.

His principle was that if something could be solved with medicine, he would definitely not use needles, as it was too troublesome to employ.

But now, he didn't have an antidote for this poison on him and could only use silver needles to draw the poison out.

"Chen Nan, do you dare to fight me?"

On the arena, Zi Yu yelled arrogantly, looking wild beyond measure.

Chen Nan clenched his fists and held back; his foolish brother's eyes were more important. If he went up to the arena now, his brother's eyes would be beyond saving.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Nan ignored Zi Yu, focusing on manipulating the silver needles around his brother's eye sockets.

Seeing that Chen Nan didn't pay attention, Zi Yu became even more rampant, ceaselessly clamoring. In anger, Hua Xian'er stood up: "I'll go cut him down."

She was just about to step onto the scene when—

"You wretched creature, be less rampant, let someone face you!"

A loud shout came, and a blue silhouette flew in from afar at great speed.

As he drew near, everyone could see clearly that he was a young man in his twenties, his features strikingly handsome, with an imposing presence. In his hands were a pair of Bronze Mountain Shattering Hammers, just slightly smaller than Shi Fanzhen's pair but similar in size to Zi Yu's.

The crowd was dumbfounded, thinking today must be a convention for big hammer users with all these hammer-wielders gathered together.

While extracting the poison from his foolish brother, Chen Nan also glanced with his peripheral vision, and what he saw gave him a startle; this blue-clad youth looked astoundingly familiar.

His features were remarkably similar to Yu Wenqingxue's, almost as if carved from the same mold.

The only difference was that the youth before him had a bit more masculinity than Yu Wenqingxue, which was expected as he was a man; despite being good-looking, his beauty was different from a woman's.

Chen Nan was momentarily stunned, pondering how there could be such similar individuals under the heavens?

At this moment, the two on the arena had already assumed their fighting stances.

Zi Yu glared at the blue-clad youth, shouting, "Who are you? Under my hammer, none die anonymously."

The blue-clad youth lifted his big hammer, saying, "I am Yu Wenhe."

"Yu Wenhe, never heard of someone like you, but since you're on the arena, prepare to die," Zi Yu said, brandishing his big hammer and charging at Yu Wenhe.

Yu Wenhe sneered coldly, raising his Bronze Mountain Shattering Hammer to meet the attack.

Both were consummate hammer-wielders, neither lacking in strength. Thus, it was a scenario of two tigers on a hill, neither willing to yield, and upon clashing, both retreated.

Zi Yu did have a bit more strength than Yu Wenhe, but having fought several battles, especially taking a beating from Shi Fanzhen just now, his strength was naturally somewhat sapped. So, after this strike, he fell at a disadvantage, being shaken and stepping backward.

Seeing himself gaining the upper hand, Yu Wenhe pressed his advantage, his twin hammers dancing through the air, pounding toward Zi Yu.

Amid the endless clamor, the impact of their four great hammers caused cracks to form in the surface of the arena, creating a deep pit.

After dozens of moves, Zi Yu was indeed running out of strength.

With a tremendous boom, the Bronze Hammer and Purple Gold Hammer clashed again, sending Zi Yu's hammer in his left hand flying, while his right hand trembled, almost dropping his big hammer.

Realizing the dire situation and with the two of them not far apart, Zi Yu's eyes flashed coldly as he opened his mouth to spew.

It was the same trick he used to ambush Shi Fanzhen earlier, spewing a stream of red smoke towards Yu Wenhe's eyes. But Yu Wenhe merely sneered, indifferent, letting the red smoke hit his eyes as he swung his hammer: "Trying to play with poison against me? You're still too green."

Avoiding the big hammer in a flash, he formed a Dharma Seal to fend off Yu Wenhe while hurling out his double hammers once more.

The usual duplicity again, the small hammers within his double hammers emitted an ear-piercing sound like a bell.

Seeing this situation, many were concerned for Yu Wenhe.

After all, he didn't have the straightforwardness of Shi Fanzhen or the spiritual strength of Yun Chen, so how could he resist the bewitching sound of the bell?

Zi Yu also thought he had victory in his grasp, as the bell rang, his double hammer slicing through the void toward Yu Wenhe's head.

Ordinarily, someone might be bewitched, losing their ability to resist.

But Yu Wenhe was no ordinary person. He muttered something to himself, his mind crystal clear, swinging his hammer with a "bang," sending Zi Yu's two hammers flying thousands of meters away.

The chant on his lips was the Buddhist Heart-Cleansing Mantra, which kept him from being confused by the sound.

With the big hammers flung thousands of meters away, reclaiming them would take time. Seeing the predicament, Zi Yu attempted to turn and escape.

However, Yu Wenhe already anticipated this and blocked his way, swinging his hammer to strike.

Driven into a corner, Zi Yu opened his mouth again to spew smoke, unleashing not only the previous red smoke but also blue and black smoke, all highly toxic, capable of causing severe injury or even death with slight contact.

Yet Yu Wenhe remained unfazed, strolling as if in a garden among the toxic smoke, continually hammering at Zi Yu.

"I told you already, you're too inexperienced to play with poison against me."

As Yu Wenhe spoke, he struck over a dozen hammers. Zi Yu dodged left and right but was ultimately too slow, taking a hammer to the abdomen, screaming in agony as he fell from the arena.

Coincidentally, he fell right in front of Shi Fanzhen.

By now, the big fool had awakened from unconsciousness, his eyes half-closed, silver needles still pricking his eye sockets. Seeing his enemy so near, he sprang up at once, grabbing hold of Zi Yu.

"You mangy bird, daring to spew at my eyes, watch as I twist off your head."

As he spoke, he stomped Zi Yu to the ground, grabbing his head with both hands and twisting forcefully. The Demon Clan couldn't even rescue him in time before a "squish" was heard, sending blood flying as Zi Yu's head was wrenched off.

The headless corpse reverted to its original form, and Shi Fanzhen flung the bird's head toward the Demon Clan's direction.

He threw it while saying, "The bird's head has no meat, it's not tasty, you can have it back."

In the Demon Clan camp, only the blue tiger remained of the three young experts. Witnessing Zi Yu's head hurled back, it roared furiously in a frenzy.