Song Xue, who had just relaxed, saw the explosive scene on the stage, and her heart tightened once again.
The others were also staring intently at the stage, afraid of missing even a second.
After a round of fierce bombing-like attacks, Ban Zongqiang’s figure finally stopped. Sweat had appeared on his forehead, and his gaze was fixed on the spot where Zhou Yu was standing.
As the debris fell, Zhou Yu’s figure was revealed.
It appeared that Zhou Yu was still completely unharmed on the stage.
Ban Zongqiang’s figure swayed, unstable on his feet.
"This is not possible!"
Ban Zongqiang was going insane.
He had unleashed his full power, but the result was still , which he could not accept.
After all, he was at the Peak of the Great Innate Realm.
Just one step away and he could reach the Saint Realm.
Yet now, he couldn’t even defeat Zhou Yu.
Especially in front of all these spectators.
If this got out, it would not be just his own face at stake, but the face of the entire Ban Family would be lost.
Zhou Yu, as the individual involved, however, was closing his eyes at this moment.
His Golden Cauldron Skill, although it could not block the attacks from Saint Realm experts like Iron Zun, Zhao Zhinian, or Yu Fengtian.
But blocking an attack from a Great Innate Peak expert like Ban Zongqiang was effortless.
Thus, Zhou Yu completely ignored Ban Zongqiang’s fierce attacks; all his attention was on understanding Ban Zongqiang’s fist style.
At this moment, he had come to a realization.
"So, this is the real fist style."
"Since it is a style, it must involve ’borrowing,’ borrowing the Power of Heaven and Earth that can truly be called a ’style.’"
"Everyone’s ’style’ is different; some are explosive like artillery, while others are as steady as Mount Tai."
"And yet, I only unearthed the ’style’ within me and haven’t transformed it into an external ’style.’"
Zhou Yu’s Eight Desolations Fist was cultivated under the guidance of Madam Yu Zhu.
And the understanding of the Eight Desolations Fist by Madam Yu Zhu was quite superficial, therefore leading Zhou Yu also into misunderstanding.
Having personally experienced Ban Zongqiang’s fist style, Zhou Yu finally saw the light.
Just as he thought, had the Eight Desolate Fist only possessed the power Zhou Yu exhibited, how could it have attracted so many mighty challengers!
Zhou Yu said with a smile:
"Thank you for the lesson, you don’t have to answer my question from earlier anymore."
Ban Zongqiang’s face turned a redden hue; he had already realized, this young man in front of him was no ordinary person.
And Luo Xiuwu standing nearby had already lost the smile on his face.
He had realized that Zhou Yu’s cultivation was not merely at the mid-stage of the Great Innate Realm as reported by Hu San.
But just like them, he was at the Peak of the Great Innate Realm.
His expression was grim, and cold light flickered in his eyes.
"Brother Ban, this kid is not simple; let’s join hands,"
With that, Luo Xiuwu punched out.
Similarly, Luo Xiuwu was also adept in the way of the fist. As soon as he made his move, he brought a fierce aura of his fist style.
But unlike Ban Zongqiang’s, Luo Xiuwu’s fist style was like a storm, fast and carried a formidable tearing force.
However, fundamentally, both were utilizing the power around them.
Zhou Yu had already lost interest in continuing to perceive.
He directly displayed the River Mountain Step; his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
Ban Zongqiang and Luo Xiuwu lost their target.
Their expressions changed drastically, and they immediately tried to retreat explosively, but it was already too late.
Zhou Yu appeared behind them like a specter and simultaneously punched out.
Dragon Gang Strength transformed into several golden dragons that slammed into the backs of the two men.
The two were simultaneously struck hard, spurted blood violently, and were sent flying horizontally.
One fell before the other, both smashing harshly onto the ground.
Before the two could react, Zhou Yu had already appeared in front of Luo Xiuwu.
He looked down at Luo Xiuwu on the ground, his lips curling slightly.
"I’ll send you on your way,"
Luo Xiuwu’s face was full of horror. Just as he was about to speak, Zhou Yu stamped down without a moment of hesitation.
Luo Xiuwu let out a scream, his pupils violently constricting, and then, a mouthful of old blood sprayed out.
Zhou Yu’s foot directly crushed his heart.
He didn’t even have the chance to utter his last words before he was dead.
Before coming to Yu City, he was full of ambition, swearing to take the Eight Desolate Fist, yet he had never imagined that he would perish here.
The death of Luo Xiuwu left everyone stunned.
Everyone was slow to react for a moment.
The formidable Luo Xiuwu was dead just like that?
Meanwhile, Ban Zongqiang, who was nearby, saw everything clearly, and even the blood Luo Xiuwu splattered onto him was still warm.
Ban Zongqiang was terrified.
He struggled desperately, scrambling up and kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, please spare my life,"
Zhou Yu didn’t expect that Ban Zongqiang, who was so ruthless when he attacked, showed a completely different face when begging for mercy.
It was as if he was a different person.
He had intended to kill Ban Zongqiang along with the others.
But now seeing Ban Zongqiang kowtowing made it somewhat difficult for him to proceed.
He coldly watched Ban Zongqiang.
"What, not going to avenge your Young Master Ban Dongbei anymore?"
Ban Zongqiang trembled all over in fear.
"No, no, no, Ban Dongbei must have offended you, he had it coming, his death was well deserved."
Zhou Yu let out a cold laugh.
"I think you don’t really believe that, and if I let you leave, once you escape, you’ll surely bring the experts of the Ban Family to retaliate. Am I right?"
Ban Zongqiang’s face was full of fear, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"No, no, no, I swear, I will never set foot in Qinzhou again as long as you spare me,"
Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes, observing Ban Zongqiang, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.
After a moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ban Zongqiang’s shoulder.
Ban Zongqiang was so frightened that he almost wet himself.
"Fine, I’ll trust you this once, get lost."
"Don’t let me see you again, or else, next time, you’ll die a gruesome death."
Zhou Yu grabbed Ban Zongqiang and at the same time, a stream of True Qi silently entered his body.
If Ban Zongqiang dared return for revenge, Zhou Yu could cause him to explode with a mere thought.
When Ban Zongqiang heard Zhou Yu’s words, he nodded his head repeatedly, tears of gratitude flowing, then he ran off the platform without looking back and left the villa.
Subsequently, Zhou Yu’s gaze turned towards Luo Zhengxuan and Hu San, among others.