On the arena, Qi Yuan stood against the wind, straight as a ramrod, feeling rather puffed up inside.
In the first National Martial Arts Tournament, he had claimed victory.
After winning the championship, he would become famous.
Endorsements and commercial appearances would come without end if he wanted them.
The trajectory of his life had changed from that moment onward.
Yet at this moment, the entire Martial Arts Tournament venue was steeped in bewilderment.
"Fire?"
"Where's the person?"
"He was blown into a bloody mist?"
"Is this still the martial arts I know?"
In the blink of an eye, the battle between Qi Yuan and Zhang Yang had exceeded everyone's expectations.
At first, Zhang Yang's Exploding Clothes had displayed overbearing power. Though inconceivable, it was still within what people could accept.
But afterward, what the hell was with flames bursting from his fists?
Had he brought technology onto the arena?
And after that, Zhang Yang, with fire blazing from his fists, had been punched apart by Qi Yuan and turned into a bloody mist.
What was that supposed to be?
Confusion, doubt, shock...
"Are we sure this isn't a movie?"
"Is it magic?"
"How could someone beat a living person into a bloody mist?"
"This is totally unscientific!"
Not only were the spectators confused, even the organizers of the Martial Arts Tournament were utterly shocked.
A balding executive stood up. Though bewilderment still lingered on him, he shouted, "Stop the livestream immediately!"
The Martial Arts Tournament livestream was broadcast with a three-minute delay.
When accidents like this occurred, past experience showed that they only needed to stop the broadcast.
But just then, a complicated voice came through. "Continue the broadcast. Everything shall proceed according to the rules."
Hearing this, the balding executive was puzzled. "An accident like this may cause