The Gang Leader Was Shocked: Vibrating Force Appears, Skill Stuns All

Lu Chen's victory was like a boulder dropped into a lake, stirring up ripples throughout the entire martial arts arena.

The moniker "Lu Iron Skin" truly lived up to its name at this moment.

One force overcomes ten skills.

He displayed to everyone, in the most savage and shocking way, what absolute defense and strength meant.

In the subsequent matches, the advancing contestants looked at Lu Chen with changed eyes, filled with apprehension.

No one wanted to face this unmovable monster in the next round.

Soon, the matches for the top twenty down to the top five concluded.

Zhang Meng, Li Kui, and other veteran powerhouses advanced without any suspense.

And Lu Chen, as the biggest dark horse, firmly secured one of the top five spots.

After a brief rest, the draw results for the top five down to the top three were immediately announced.

Lu Chen's opponent was a veteran ranked in the top five of the War Hall, Wang Chong, nicknamed "Iron Arm."

Wang Chong was around thirty years old, with a sturdy build and thick arms. His temples bulged prominently, indicating that his external martial arts had reached a considerable level of mastery.

Unlike Mad Dog Zhang San, Wang Chong's strength and technique were very balanced. He wielded the Tong Bei Quan skillfully and held considerable prestige within the War Hall.

"It seems this dark horse's good luck has run out."

"That's right. Wang Chong isn't a lunatic like Zhang San. His boxing is steady and his experience is profound. Lu Iron Skin's brute-force approach won't gain any advantage against him."

Amidst the murmurs from the crowd, there was a clear lack of confidence in Lu Chen.

In their view, Lu Chen's victory over Zhang San was due to his monstrous defense countering the opponent's fighting style.

But against an opponent like Wang Chong, who was adept at both offense and defense, pure defense and strength would be tested for the first time.

"Brother Lu, please."

Wang Chong stepped onto the stage and cupped his fists towards Lu Chen, his expression solemn, showing no hint of contempt.

He had personally witnessed Lu Chen's fight with Zhang San and knew how formidable this young man was.

"Brother Wang, please."

Lu Chen returned the salute.

As the official gave the command, the battle began.

Wang Chong did not rush to attack like Zhang San. Instead, he stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his arms moved, and he adopted the starting stance of Tong Bei Quan, his entire presence exuding a steady aura.

Lu Chen's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He could feel that the pressure Wang Chong exerted on him was far beyond what Zhang San could compare to.

He still adopted the previous strategy, actively pressing forward, attempting to use his own powerful strength to break through the opponent's defenses.

The first exchange between the two was a head-on clash of fists.

Lu Chen threw a straight punch towards Wang Chong's face.

Wang Chong neither dodged nor evaded, meeting the punch with one of his own.

The two fists met in mid-air, emitting a dull explosion.

A powerful wave of energy spread outwards from the two of them as the center.

Lu Chen felt a spiraling force transmitted from the opponent's fist, dissipating more than half of his power while also making his arm tingle with numbness.

He retreated half a step.

Wang Chong, on the other hand, also staggered back three steps before stabilizing himself, a look of shock flashing across his face.

What domineering strength.

With just a probing punch, he felt as if his metacarpals had been struck by a hammer, burning with pain.

Although he had used the Force Dissipation technique of Tong Bei Quan to neutralize part of the force, his blood and qi were still churned.

The crowd below also let out a collective gasp.

In a pure test of strength, Wang Chong, who was known for his power, had actually fallen into a disadvantage.

"Again!"

Wang Chong grunted, no longer choosing to clash head-on with Lu Chen. Instead, his body flickered, and he actively closed the distance.

Tong Bei Quan unfolded, his arms like long whips, sometimes fierce, sometimes soft, attacking Lu Chen's joints, soft spots, and other weak defensive areas from various tricky angles.

Lu Chen's pure strength style encountered trouble for the first time.

Although his strength was immense, Wang Chong was slippery as an eel, refusing to engage him in a direct power struggle.

Although his defense was astonishing, his joints and other areas still felt sharp pain and sluggishness when struck heavily.

For a time, only two figures could be seen entangled in a fierce struggle on the stage.

Wang Chong's punches were continuous and relentless.

Lu Chen, on the other hand, was like a trapped tiger, possessing immense brute strength but being restricted everywhere, fighting with considerable frustration.

He could only rely on his Bronze Skin defense and strength far exceeding his opponent's to barely maintain an undefeated record.

"It looks like Lu Iron Skin is going to lose."

"Yeah, the skill difference is too great. Wang Chong is completely suppressing him."

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that if things continued like this, it was only a matter of time before Lu Chen was defeated.

His stamina was being depleted much faster than Wang Chong's, who was far more experienced.

On the high platform, Zhao Tieshan's brow furrowed slightly.

Lu Chen's performance had disappointed him.

Possessing talent but not knowing how to use it, he would ultimately never achieve greatness.

On the stage, Lu Chen's breathing began to grow heavy, and his movements gradually slowed, as if his stamina had reached its limit.

Several times, he was unable to dodge in time and was solidly hit by Wang Chong's fists, emitting dull thuds.

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Seeing this, Wang Chong was overjoyed.

He knew that his opponent's stamina was failing, and the scales of victory were tipping in his favor.

His offensive intensified, his fists whistling, each move more urgent than the last, giving Lu Chen no chance to catch his breath.

After another ten-plus exchanges.

Lu Chen exposed a massive opening after blocking an attack.

As if his stamina had run out, his footwork faltered, leaving his center wide open, his entire chest exposed within Wang Chong's attack range.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A fierce light erupted in Wang Chong's eyes as he seized the chance without hesitation.

"It's over!"

Wang Chong roared, channeling all his spirit and energy into his Right Fist.

The muscles in his entire arm bulged, veins protruding, and his most powerful move, the Tong Bei Chong Xin Chui, tore through the air with a whistling sound, smashing fiercely towards Lu Chen's chest.

He was confident that this punch could kill a charging wild bull on the spot.

Even with Lu Chen's abnormal defense, taking this punch head-on would absolutely result in severe injury and incapacitation.

Everyone below the stage held their breath.

However, facing this fatal blow, Lu Chen's face showed no panic. Instead, a subtle, unnoticed curve flashed across it.

He had been waiting for this moment.

Without dodging or evading, he also raised his right hand.

That palm, which had always been wrapped in cloth, met Wang Chong's iron fist at this moment, seemingly patting out with a light, airy motion.

Fist and palm were about to collide under the gaze of countless eyes.

Just before the moment of contact, Lu Chen's palm suddenly vibrated.

An invisible, imperceptible ripple spread from his palm.

Stone Crushing Palm, Third Realm, Vibrating Force.

Fist met palm.

There was no earth-shattering roar.

Only an extremely dull sound, like the beating of worn leather.

Immediately after.

"Ah--!!!"

A shrill scream, unlike any human sound, erupted from Wang Chong's mouth.

His entire body trembled violently, as if electrocuted.

That iron arm, which he prided himself on, hung limply at a bizarre angle.

His face was filled with extreme pain and incomprehensible terror.

He could clearly feel that the instant his fist met the palm, an invisible, formless, yet incredibly domineering and strange force had penetrated his fist, ignored his protective energy, and surged directly into the meridians of his arm.

That force was like countless steel needles, wildly churning and vibrating within his bones, muscles, and meridians.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of bone-cracking sounds, enough to make one's teeth ache, emanated from within his arm.

The bones of his entire arm were actually vibrated into fragments, inch by inch, from the inside, by this invisible force.

"Wh... what's going on?"

The audience below was completely stunned.

They had no idea what had happened.

Wang Chong clearly had the absolute advantage, delivering a killing blow.

How, in the blink of an eye, was it him who was screaming and falling to the ground?

On the stage, Lu Chen also seemed to have suffered a massive backlash, staggering back seven or eight steps before finally kneeling on one knee, using his saber to prop himself up and prevent himself from falling.

His face was pale, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He gasped for air, as if that last palm strike had drained all his strength.

"A narrow victory."

This was precisely the effect he had intended to achieve.

"Lu... Lu Chen, wins!"

The steward, after a long pause, stammered out the result.

The entire audience was silent for a moment, then erupted into a tidal wave of discussion and exclamations.

A skill that astonished everyone.

No one understood the mystery behind that palm strike, but everyone saw the result.

This newcomer, who had always been thought to only know brute force and defense, had, at the most critical moment, unleashed an unprecedented move, a single palm strike that decided the outcome and crippled the long-established "Iron Arm" Wang Chong.

From being underestimated to a complete reversal.

At this moment, Lu Chen's figure was deeply etched into everyone's hearts.

On the high platform, Zhao Tieshan suddenly stood up from his seat, staring intently at Lu Chen's hand, still wrapped in bandages, his eyes filled with shock.

"Force Penetrates Body... Strike Through Mountain!"

"This... this is practicing a low-tier martial art to the realm of 'Mastery'!"

"A monster! Truly a monster!"

Zhao Tieshan muttered to himself, his gaze towards Lu Chen now devoid of any doubt, replaced by unparalleled admiration.

At the same time, in the VIP seats at the highest point of the martial arts arena, a stern gaze pierced through the crowd, landing on the kneeling youth.

"An interesting newcomer. Investigate his background."

The Black Water Gang Leader had become interested in this sudden newcomer.

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