he sneered.

On stage, things did not look promising for Qiyun. He was being pounded without any chance to retaliate, maintaining a defensive stance against Xinhui’s attacks. Initially, Xinhui was cautious, but after realizing he was stronger, he became confident and aggressive.

Long Ba’s face twisted with concern. He wanted to step in and help Qiyun, but restrained himself.

Xinhui’s attacks, though painful, were superficial. Qiyun stayed silent, taking the hits. Hui Duanchang and Ye Tianxiang were beside themselves with glee, sneaking glances and chuckles at each other.

“Hui, stop!” Hui Duanchang called out. “If you keep hitting him, he’ll turn into a pig. Give him a break.” Xinhui stopped and began to walk off the stage.

“Wait,” Qiyun said, “Is that all you’ve got? Do you really think I’ve lost? That was just my warm-up.”

“Haha!! Are you not afraid you'll turn into a pig?”

“With your abilities, I should be more worried about turning you into a pig,” Qiyun retorted, trying to save face for himself and his grandfather.

Long Ba, realizing Qiyun didn’t want to embarrass himself, said, “Qiyun, if you’ve lost, just stop fighting.”

Actually, Long Ba wanted to spare him further injury.

“Grandpa, I haven’t even used my full strength yet. How can you say I’ve lost?”

Long Ba knew Qiyun had potential, but he couldn’t fully utilize it. This had puzzled him for seven years without any solution, leading to some disappointment.

“Grandpa, give me one more chance!”

“Qiyun…”

Before Long Ba could respond, Qiyun bowed to Xinhui and said, “Your earlier hits were mere tickles. Now come at me with all you’ve got!”

Infuriated, Xinhui rushed at Qiyun, attacking viciously while Qiyun maintained his defensive stance but struggled to fend off the attacks.

Xinhui, realizing he could only harm Qiyun’s hands, changed his tactic and aimed for his dantian, taunting, “With your level of skill, do you even deserve a dantian?”

After three punches, Qiyun clutched his stomach in agony, his eyes red with fury. He wanted to strike back, but his dantian felt powerless, despite having immense latent strength. Just as he was contemplating this—

Xinhui landed another punch on Qiyun’s dantian with all his might. Long Ba, alarmed, was about to intervene but was blocked by Ye Tianxiang and Hui Duanchang.

“Gui Da Ren, your grandson hasn’t conceded yet. Why intervene in their match?”

Boom! Xinhui’s right hand was suddenly covered in blood, his flesh torn, exposing the white bone. The sight of his mangled hand caused some children in the audience to vomit or faint.

This scene terrified the sect masters.

They now saw Qiyun, glowing with a protective aura, surrounded by a vibrant blue light. As he stepped forward, the earth trembled, trees withered, and the grass scorched. Withi

 Prev. P 11/162 next