Song Kang was swept off the platform by a palm strike from Li Shi.
On the Sun Clan Martial Arts School's side, their last bright strength disciple, Lin Fuqiang, took a deep breath and strode out of the ranks.
He was not tall, barely over five feet, but he was solidly built, like a millstone, his muscles filling out his martial attire until it bulged.
"Sun Clan Martial Arts School, Lin Fuqiang," he announced in a deep, muffled voice. He leaped onto the platform and likewise assumed the opening stance of Mountain Collapse Fist.
Li Shi was already panting on the platform. Fine beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and his chest heaved.
After defeating three opponents in succession, even at the Bright Strength Peak, his internal energy was mostly depleted.
Yet as he looked at the unremarkable Lin Fuqiang before him, a competitive gleam still flashed in his eyes. One more victory would give the Li Family four consecutive wins. The family head was sitting below, watching everything. There would surely be a reward when he returned!
"Take this!" Li Shi forced his internal energy into action, his palms flying as he unleashed Cloud-Piercing Palm again. But his palm strikes were no longer as swift as before, carrying a hint of weakness.
Lin Fuqiang remained unhurried. In his hands, Mountain Collapse Fist was like the entwined roots of an ancient tree. Every punch was weighty and steady, guarding his front so tightly that not even the wind could pass through.
His movements seemed slow, yet he always deflected Li Shi's palm strikes with precision. Whenever he countered with a punch, it carried enough force to shake a mountain.
The spectators below gradually began to understand. Lin Fuqiang might look ordinary, but his foundations were exceptionally solid. He had practiced