On the arena.
One stood while the other had fallen, forming a stark contrast.
But the one who had fallen was not Wang Teng, as everyone had expected, but Huo Qiya, making this match especially shocking.
"Cough, cough!"
A bout of dry coughing rang out.
Huo Qiya, who had fallen in the distance, suddenly moved and struggled back to his feet.
Blood stained the corner of his mouth.
Only a few breaths had passed since Huo Qiya had been sent flying. By now, he had recovered somewhat.
"Look, Huo Qiya got back up! He hasn't lost yet!"
"Does he still have a chance?"
"But he was sent flying by a single punch just now. The gap in strength seems pretty huge."
"That's not certain. What if Major Wang Teng is only strong for one punch?"
Everyone had recovered from their shock by now. Seeing Huo Qiya rise again, they could not help discussing it once more.
Because of Wang Teng's sudden outburst, the match had become full of suspense, leaving everyone even more astonished.
Swaying unsteadily, Huo Qiya stood up. There were scorched marks on his incomparably muscular body, and an extremely distinct fist imprint on his chest.
He lowered his head and looked at the fist mark, a trace of shock appearing in his eyes before he looked up at Wang Teng across from him.
"How do you possess such terrifying strength?"
"It's all right. I only used thirty percent of my strength, actually," Wang Teng said blandly.
Huo Qiya: "..."
Was this brat showing off?
He had sent him flying with just thirty percent of his strength!
Then what did that make him?
General Mokarun and the others were also somewhat speechless. This young fellow was certainly strong, but he loved showing off a little too much.