Ye Feng’s steps were very light as he calmly walked toward Zhao Yu, his eyes betraying no emotion; he seemed utterly serene and composed.
Zhao Yu furrowed his brow and shouted loudly, "You bastard, didn’t you hear what I said? I told you to kneel and beg for mercy!"
However, Ye Feng remained silent and continued walking toward Zhao Yu, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
Soon, Ye Feng was only three steps away from Zhao Yu, yet he continued to advance.
Seeing that Ye Feng was ignoring him, Zhao Yu roared in fury, "You bastard, are you going to talk back or not!"
After the roar, Zhao Yu raised his right hand and threw a punch at Ye Feng’s face.
"Smack!" But Ye Feng’s hand, having arrived at Zhao Yu’s head without notice, pressed down hard.
In an instant, Zhao Yu felt as if a giant mountain had crushed down on his head, causing him to lose balance and plummet to the ground.
"Boom!" A massive thud resounded as Zhao Yu’s face smashed forcefully into the earth.
A crack appeared on the ground, Zhao Yu’s nasal bone broke instantly, his nose bled profusely, and two of his teeth flew out, landing on the ground. He collapsed completely, falling unconscious.
"What!" Wang Wei and Du Yuan were first stunned, then shouted excitedly, "Ye Feng is awesome!"
"That’s amazing!" The crowd was shocked, not expecting Zhao Yu to be defeated so effortlessly.
The onlookers, with a disdainful look in their eyes, gazed at Zhao Yu who lay on the ground, "What was that? All that swagger and threats, only to be defeated by a single move, how embarrassing!"
"Yeah, what kind of crap San Shou champion of Linxi Province, he’s just a piece of trash!" the crowd said disdainfully.
Zhou Shaochen, who had been composed until now, showed a trace of surprise in his eyes and said to another lackey beside him, "It seems we underestimated Ye Feng. Zhao Yu is at the mid-level of External Force, and Ye Feng defeated him so easily. Although Zhao Yu’s underestimation was a factor, Ye Feng’s strength is indeed good. He must have reached the late stage of External Force!"
"Late External Force!" Upon hearing Zhou Shaochen’s words, the other lackey showed a surprised look.
Clearly, they had not expected Ye Feng to possess such formidable strength, which caught them completely off guard.
However, Zhou Shaochen still looked relaxed, quickly recovering from his slight surprise, as if Ye Feng posed no threat to him at all.
Next, it was Wang Wei’s fight and Du Yuan’s fight, both of whom easily defeated their ordinary opponents from the Heavenly Origin Martial Arts Hall and advanced to the top ten with ease.
Finally, the last fight for advancement to the top ten came, and it was Zhou Shaochen’s fight. He walked proudly into the crowd, standing out like a crane among chickens.
Zhou Shaochen looked at his opponent, his eyes filled with disdain, "Give up. Fighting me, you’re going to lose miserably!"
Zhou Shaochen’s opponent, looking wary, responded, "Zhou Shaochen, don’t underestimate others. I know you’re a late-stage External Force martial artist, but what of it? Do you think you’re invincible because you’re a late-stage martial artist?"
Zhou Shaochen shook his head indifferently, his eyes relaxed, "Since you’re courting death, let’s begin!"
"Hmph! Zhou Shaochen, stop acting all high and mighty in front of me, this is your Sha City!"
Zhou Shaochen’s opponent roared, leaping up swiftly like a hungry tiger pouncing, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed up to Zhou Shaochen and threw a punch.
"Die!" Zhou Shaochen’s opponent roared, his punch landing heavily on Zhou Shaochen’s chest.
"Thud!" A dull sound emerged as the punch hit Zhou Shaochen’s torso.
However, Zhou Shaochen just stood there, his expression still devoid of any ripples, completely relaxed.
"What!" The crowd was stunned; Zhou Shaochen, having been hit, showed no reaction at all and was completely unhurt, catching everyone off guard.
"How is that possible! I’m also an External Force martial artist, so why can’t my punch hurt you!" the man exclaimed in surprise.
Not only him, but everyone around was also greatly shocked; his punch hadn’t inflicted any damage on Zhou Shaochen, surprising everyone immensely.
Zhou Shaochen scoffed coldly, "Fool, who told you I’m just at the late stage of External Force!"
As he spoke, Zhou Shaochen grabbed his opponent’s fist, and in an instant, Inner Strength erupted, causing a crisp sound in the air.
Inner Strength and External Force enveloped Zhou Shaochen’s body, causing his clothes to billow rapidly.
Crack—Zhou Shaochen exerted force, and his opponent’s bones emitted a cracking sound.
"Ah~~" The man screamed in pain.
"Thump!" Immediately, Zhou Shaochen stepped forward, his foot stomping heavily on the ground.
The ground trembled, and the pavement under Zhou Shaochen’s feet shattered, his Inner Strength erupting, wrapping around his fist as he heavily smashed it into the man’s chest.
"Wow!" The man’s mouth opened wide, a stream of blood spraying out, his eyes showing intense pain.
Subsequently, his feet left the ground, and he drifted through the air for about five or six meters before falling to the ground unconscious.
"Zhou Shaochen wins!" Qingfengzi didn’t even look at the man; he already knew he couldn’t get up.
"An Inner Strength fighter! Zhou Shaochen is actually an Inner Strength fighter!" Wang Wei and Du Yuan were incredibly surprised.
They had always thought that Zhou Shaochen was merely a late-stage External Force martial artist, but today, after seeing Zhou Shaochen’s reveal, they realized he had always been hiding his true power, a strong Inner Strength fighter.
Qingfengzi looked on with admiration in his eyes, "Not bad at all, worthy of being Zhou Shaogang’s brother, to think he’s already reached the mid-level of Inner Strength, indeed very powerful!"