Both Sides Suffer

While Si Ming was focused on escaping, Huang Tu found himself unable to catch up. Although his punches were like a torrential rain and his strength like a raging torrent, every move missed its mark, and he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes. In particular, the terrain of this stone forest brought many obstacles to his pursuit.

No matter how powerful your punch is, it's meaningless if you can't hit anyone.

"All you do is run away? Coward, wimp!"

Helpless, Huang Tu could only make sarcastic remarks, thinking that the other party would not fall for it, but then he saw Si Ming suddenly stop in his tracks.

I am not a coward!

As if provoked, Si Ming turned around and spun halfway, his right arm retracting in an instant, his wrist retreating to his heart, drawing a circle with a whoosh. His strength accumulated to its peak, and with a thud of his heart, his horse stance rose and fell, his arm like a python emerging from its cave, like a spear thrusting straight at his opponent's chest.

The Hegemon's Returning Horse Spear!

This is the most powerful attack in the basic marksmanship taught at the school. Si Ming fully unleashed the power of this move, riding a horse and wielding a spear, splitting the land and establishing his kingdom!

Huang Tu was overjoyed at the sight. He was not afraid of Si Ming's counterattack, but he was afraid that Si Ming would run away. In that case, he would have to stop and rest to avoid weakening his momentum and being caught out.

No matter how fierce this shot was, in terms of power and dominance, it couldn't compare to his own Tyrant Fist. Huang Tu was full of confidence in this.

He unleashed his full inner energy, his bones and muscles throbbing, and threw a furious punch at the opponent's face. A thunderous roar immediately filled the air, like a bolt from the blue.

Just as fist and spear were about to clash, Si Ming suddenly withdrew his spear stance, as if the momentum of his desperate counterattack was just an illusion. He bent over and abruptly retreated, like a startled lobster.

Huang Tu's all-out punch missed its mark again. As expected, there was no collision. His punch struck empty air, leaving him feeling extremely uncomfortable.

One should press on with one's might, but the momentum wanes with each attempt, and exhaustion follows with each subsequent one.

Huang Tu's previous attacks had failed to catch up with his opponent, and now his full-force punch had missed its mark again, inevitably causing his momentum to begin to wane.

"Now is the time! Sword Rises, Wind and Clouds Move!"

Si Ming, who had retreated, did not run away. He formed a sword with his fingers, gathered the Blazing Sun True Qi, and thrust out like a whistling wind. This time, it was a real counterattack!

Huang Tu knew he had been tricked, but at this moment his old strength had just dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen. Knowing that danger was approaching, he was helpless. Not everyone can practice Higher Vehicle finger techniques like Yao Bilian by picking up beans. He could only cross his arms in front of his chest to protect his vitals.

But the ultimate move of the Feng and Shan Sacrifice Sword Technique was not so easy to defend against. Si Ming stabbed Huang Tu's arm with one finger. The force spun like a top, and the blade was like an electric drill. It pierced through Huang Tu's arm and hit his chest, which was protected behind him.

Huang Tu felt a piercing pain, as if a sharp sword had pierced his chest. Even though his body had been tempered by various medicinal herbs and was as hard as stone, he still felt that his lungs had been injured by the force.

Huang Tu suddenly realized that even if he could continue fighting, his lung injury would make breathing difficult, and he would probably only be able to perform at 60% of his full strength. His defeat was inevitable.

In a flash, a brilliant idea struck me.

"Only by doing this can we have any hope of turning things around. Let's give it our all!"

As a son of Military School, Huang Tu, who was not lacking in practical experience and had exceptional talent, was forced into a desperate situation. He suddenly unleashed his physical potential and thought of a way to turn the tide. He made a desperate gamble, concentrated his energy, and spat out a long arrow of blood, which mixed with his breath and shot straight at Si Ming's face.

The blood originated from his lungs and was naturally spat out by Huang Tu as it surged up his throat. Driven by high pressure, it was extremely fast, and Si Ming was at close range, had no time to dodge. Instantly, his vision turned red, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils as he was sprayed all over his face.

Although there wasn't much blood, some got into his eyes, making Si Ming feel a burning sensation and preventing him from opening them for a moment. Fearing that his opponent might take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he used his lightness skill to retreat quickly.

Little did Huang Tu know that what he wanted was to create distance and buy time for his next move.

He suddenly lowered his stance, slammed his fist into the ground, and unleashed his full inner True Qi, holding nothing back. A powerful and terrifying force began to build up within him.

"The Hegemon Annihilates Sages, Destroy Towers and Cities!"

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Both Sides Suffer Losses

Just as Si Ming wiped the blood from his eyes and barely regained his vision, he sensed a massive aura rising from Huang Tu, emanating Fist Intent that could destroy everything with overwhelming power.

"A powerful, charged-up technique! Isn't that something you can only master when you reach Internal Energy Level Seven cultivation?"

However, when he saw Huang Tu's skin, which was flushed red and almost dripping with blood, he realized that the other party had probably used some kind of forbidden technique to temporarily break through the limitations of Internal Cultivation.

"Has this kid gone mad? It's just a Youth Martial Arts Tournament, does he have to fight so hard!"

The spectators outside the arena couldn't help but stand up when they saw this. The ultimate move that builds up energy is usually only seen in martial arts competitions for those over eighteen years old. Once activated, it is extremely powerful, and if it hits someone directly, it will most likely be fatal.

The referee stared wide-eyed, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his hands trembling involuntarily. He didn't know whether he should forcibly stop the match, because he was only at the Internal Energy Level Eight and couldn't guarantee that he could block the charged attack without injuring anyone.

"Your Highness, you acted too impulsively, relying solely on your Blood Qi."

The middle-aged man following Huang Tu shook his head slightly, secretly gathering his energy, ready to intervene and save the person at any moment.

In the arena, Si Ming was caught in a dilemma. He had two choices: one was to take advantage of the opponent's inability to fully charge up his ultimate move and interrupt him, and the other was to immediately turn around and run away, creating distance and using the stone forest terrain to block the opponent's ultimate move.

The former is gambling with his life; it's all or nothing. He has no idea how much time Huang Tu needs to prepare his ultimate move. If he can't interrupt it in time, he has to be prepared to face the ultimate move's explosion. At that time, even the referee might not be able to stop it in time, and he would be in danger of dying on the spot. If he successfully interrupts it, Huang Tu will suffer the double backlash of the ultimate move and the forbidden move, and he might also be teetering on the edge of life and death.

While the latter approach is safer and gives the referee ample time to intervene, it also puts the opponent's fate in the player's hands, causing the previously gained advantage to vanish completely, because once the referee intervenes, it signifies defeat.

But no matter how difficult it is, a decision must be made, because worse than making the wrong choice is not making any choice at all.

Si Ming made a quick decision and turned to run.

If they were mortal enemies, he might choose to fight to the death, but this was just a ring match, and he had no grudge against Huang Tu. There was really no need to gamble with each other's lives, and even if he lost this match, it wouldn't be a big deal.

After Si Ming ran a few steps, Huang Tu finished gathering his strength and shot out like an arrow. He threw a powerful punch, and the immense fist energy surged out like a flood. The True Qi he emitted also condensed into a huge demonic fist shadow. Wherever it passed, nothing was insurmountable. All the rocks that blocked his way were shattered into pieces.

Si Ming's lightness skill was clearly superior to Huang Tu's, yet the distance between them was rapidly closing. Moreover, he could vaguely sense that his aura had been locked, making it a pipe dream to try and dodge the attack.

"Is there no other way...?"

Seeing that Si Ming was about to be caught up by the massive fist, the referee and the middle-aged man outside the arena leaped into the arena to forcibly stop the match.

At this moment, Si Ming suddenly turned around, unleashing his full power of Blazing Sun True Qi and entering the Solar Prominence State. Golden light rose around his body. He brought his five fingers together, leaving only a slight gap, and aimed at the rapidly approaching Huang Tu. Then, a blinding light burst forth from his palms.

The Solar Flare doesn't necessarily require spreading all ten fingers in front of the forehead. Si Ming adopted this posture during training simply to imitate the Solar Flare move from Dragon Ball. In reality, the best way to increase the brightness of sunlight and minimize its diffusion area is to concentrate the light source.