This young man seemed to have a sacred aura around him, emitting a powerful aura from the inside out.
Chen Lei looked at the young man and couldn't help but admire him secretly. Some people are born to be favored by God. This young man, no matter where he goes, will definitely attract everyone's attention.
At the same time, the strength of this young man is indeed unfathomable. According to Chen Lei's judgment, this young man can at least be compared with geniuses of the level of Shengjun, Poseidon, Golden Crocodile Monster, etc.
"Isn't that Yan Mingyu, one of the candidates for the Holy Son of Lingxu Holy Land?"
Lingxu Holy Land is well-known among all the holy lands. In the holy land, there is a Holy Son.
However, the candidate for this generation's Holy Son has not yet been decided, and there are only ten candidates for the Holy Son.
And Yan Mingyu is one of the ten candidates for the Holy Sons.
Being able to become a candidate for the Ten Holy Sons is enough to show how strong Yan Mingyu is.
At this time, Yan Mingyu looked at Chen Lei and said gracefully, "Brother Chen, please!"
After the first round of fighting, Chen Lei won consecutive battles, and some of his information had already been known by those who were interested.
Yan Mingyu had obviously investigated Chen Lei's information, so she had a certain understanding of Chen Lei.
As for Chen Lei, he did not know Yan Mingyu. However, since they were standing on the stage, they were enemies and there was no need to be polite.
Seeing this, Chen Lei didn't bother to be polite with Yan Mingyu. He took a step forward and appeared directly in front of Yan Mingyu, then punched her.
It can be seen that Chen Lei's punch directly penetrated the void. On the surface of his fist, there was an inverted bowl-shaped light of vital energy. It was because the punch was too strong and the void was distorted, forming an abnormal shape.
Chen Lei only used 50% of his strength in this punch, but it was no ordinary genius could take it.
A sound like thunder breaking through the air rang in Yan Mingyu's ears, and his face changed slightly.
He knew that Chen Lei was strong, but once he fought with Chen Lei, he found that Chen Lei was several times stronger than he had imagined.
Yan Mingyu's palms transformed, and she performed a set of mysterious palm techniques, instantly slapping Chen Lei's fist with nearly a hundred palms.
As nearly a hundred palms were struck out, a complex and strange force field turbulence formed in the area in front of Yan Mingyu, which was tearing, rotating, and expelling. The various force fields were extremely complex and actually completely took Chen Lei's punch and dissipated all the power in his fist layer by layer.
Chen Lei had not expected that Yan Mingyu actually practiced such a strange palm technique. The power of this palm technique might not be worthy of praise, but it was extremely exquisite and was a great way to dissipate force and defend against the enemy.
After Yan Mingyu took Chen Lei's punch, he suddenly pointed out his jade-white finger, and a sharp finger light turned into a cold star and went straight to Chen Lei's throat.
Chen Lei felt a sharp pain in his throat, which showed how powerful this finger was, able to penetrate gold and stone.
Chen Lei threw a horizontal punch, hitting the finger point right on the spot.
This sharp finger light was directly blown away by Chen Lei's iron fist, turning into scattered light fragments that flew everywhere, and finally merged into the void and disappeared.
Yan Mingyu's figure was as fast as lightning, and he disappeared in front of Chen Lei in a blink of an eye, but suddenly appeared behind Chen Lei, with his fingers like swords. A sword light flew out from between his fingers. The sword light was as bright as snow and as thick as a mountain, and it directly slashed towards Chen Lei's neck.