Chapter 1439: I Don’t Like You

"Holy Light Fist!"

A cold expression flashed across Jabbar's face. After a loud roar, invisible Holy Light descended from the sky, eventually condensing into a brilliant radiance on his right fist. He then threw a punch, smashing toward Ye Tian with endless might.

At this, everyone present changed color in unison. Even those who did not understand the Dao of martial arts could see how powerful this punch, condensed with Holy Light, truly was.

Alicia nervously grabbed Ye Bufan's arm; after all, Ye Tian was her man's brother, and she couldn't help but feel worried.

The most critical point was that if Jabbar won, the next person he would challenge would be Ye Bufan.

Looking at the shocked expressions of the crowd, a cold sneer curled the corners of Douglas's mouth. In his view, the opponent was just an ordinary Martial Artist and could never be a match for a Divine Court Golden Knight.

It was laughable that Sophie wanted the other party to show mercy; how could that be possible?

Just as everyone's thoughts were racing, Ye Tian also threw a punch, meeting Jabbar's fist head-on.

His punch appeared plain and unremarkable, yet it crushed the Holy Light Jabbar had condensed as if it were dry wood, and then the two fists collided solidly.

With a loud boom, the air currents surged, and then a figure flew backward—it was none other than Jabbar.

He was sent flying over ten meters away by Ye Tian's punch, then slammed into a pillar behind him with a bang, the immense force causing the entire building to tremble.

Jabbar fell to the ground, his heart filled with shock. If it hadn't been for the Holy Light protecting his body, he would likely have lost half his life, if not died outright.

Even so, he was in extreme discomfort, as if his internal organs had suffered a violent shock.

Why was the opponent so powerful? He had received his Holy Light Fist without any effort; perhaps even the strongest Holy Knight of the Divine Court could not do so with such ease.

Normally, his Holy Light would have a suppressive effect on Ye Tian, who possessed a Heavenly Corpse body, but unfortunately, the gap in strength between the two was too great, so great that this suppression could be completely ignored.

It was like water overcoming fire, but a single drop of water was completely useless before a raging fire, and its ultimate fate would be to turn into water vapor.

Pick stood nearby holding a broom, his mouth agape in surprise, unable to close it for a long time.

The philosophy he had accepted since childhood was how great the Divine Court was and how strong the Golden Knights were, yet he never expected this result.

Douglas's eyes widened, his heart churning with stormy waves; he clearly could not believe what was happening before his eyes.

He was very clear about Jabbar's strength; he was a standout among the Divine Court's Golden Knights and could even defeat a secular Heaven Rank Martial Artist, yet he never expected him to be defeated in one move by the young man before him.

Sophie stood by, and seeing that Jabbar was not too seriously injured, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had witnessed Ye Tian's power with her own eyes; he could run rampant even in the powerful Ghost Witch Sect, so how could a Golden Knight possibly stand against him?

"Brother Ye, thank you."

Sophie said to Ye Bufan. Although there was nothing between her and Jabbar, they were both people of the Divine Court, and she ultimately had to thank the other party for showing mercy.

"It's nothing. Didn't I say just now that Ye Tian would just teach him a lesson? He wouldn't strike too heavily."

"You…"

Both of them were stating facts, but to Jabbar's ears, it was like adding fuel to the fire, making him so angry that his eyes were spitting fire.

He wanted to make another move, but after struggling a few times, he couldn't get up. Although he hadn't suffered serious internal injuries from that punch, his limbs were numb, and he couldn't muster even the slightest bit of strength.

"Don't push yourself; you are not Brother Ye's opponent."

In comparison, Helena spoke more directly, without any politeness.

"I…"

Although Jabbar was unwilling to accept it, he knew in his heart that it was a fact. He couldn't even take one punch from the opponent; the gap between them was obvious, and in the end, he could only sit on the ground, dejected.

Ye Bufan looked at Douglas: "How about it? Do you still want to challenge him?"

"I…"

Douglas was immediately speechless. He had seen Ye Tian's prowess with his own eyes; although he considered himself slightly stronger than Jabbar, it was only slightly, which could not make up for the gap with the opponent at all. The result of making a move would only be self-inflicted humiliation.

He ignored Ye Bufan and instead turned his head to look at Helena beside him.

"Helena, have you forgotten that we grew up together? We are childhood sweethearts; you should choose me, not this Huaxia person beside you."

Helena curled her lips: "I've told you long ago, I don't like you."

"I come from a noble background; my father is the Divine Court's number one Cardinal…"

"I don't like you!"

Before Douglas could finish, he was interrupted again by Helena.

He shouted angrily again: "I am a Cardinal of the Divine Court, with a noble status; how am I inferior to a small doctor from Huaxia?"

"I've said it already, I just don't like you."

Helena curled her lips, "You self-righteous guy, you always think you are high and mighty, but in fact, you can't even compare to one of Brother Ye's little fingers."

"You… since that's the case, don't blame me."

Douglas was so angry his face turned livid, "Helena, we are both Cardinals of the Divine Court; every word we speak is a promise made to the Main God. You don't deny this, do you?"

"I admit this, and I never lie, but what does this have to do with you?"

Douglas said: "You once said that as long as my Holy Power surpassed yours, you would become my wife. You haven't forgotten this, have you?"

"This…"

Helena recalled; she had indeed said such words, but it was only because she was annoyed by this guy's pestering at the time, so she just said it casually.

At that time, she was already a Cardinal, while Douglas was still one level behind, merely a White-robed Cardinal. The gap between them was huge, so of course, there was no possibility of him defeating her.

"I did say it, but…"

Douglas immediately interrupted Helena: "There are no 'buts.' As long as you said it, you must keep your word. I am challenging you today."

"Truly shameless. Knowing you are no match for Brother Ye, you've started jumping out to bully women again. I'm ashamed for you!"

It was Alicia who spoke, curling her lips with eyes full of contempt.

Although she was usually at odds with Helena, she was now standing on the same side.

In her eyes, Douglas was trying to snatch a woman from her own man, so naturally, he was her enemy.

Douglas's old face flushed, but he couldn't care about much else now. If he wanted to win back the woman before him, this was the only path to take; after all, those two men were simply too powerful, and not something he could contend with at present.

He said again: "Helena, either you accept me, or you accept my challenge."

Sophie shook her head and said: "Douglas, you'd better go back, otherwise it will be very ugly in a moment."

She was very clear about Helena's current strength. If he had challenged her a day ago, there might have been a possibility of success, but now there was absolutely none. Ultimately, he would only end up losing face and bringing humiliation upon himself.

Douglas did not know this, however, and shouted again: "No, for the woman I love, I must insist on my stance."

Helena curled her lips, her exquisite face full of contempt.

"You want to challenge me, right? Then come on!"