Three Punches to Finish Li Si

"Next match, He An versus Li Si."

As the participants for the next match were announced, the two of them once again became the focus of everyone present.

At this moment.

It wasn't just the commoners off the stage.

The Wu, Meng, and Xu families, the County Governor, almost everyone's gaze shifted toward them in unison.

Some people had even begun setting up gambling tables off the stage.

Odds: three to one.

From this, it was clear just how little confidence everyone had in He An.

It was understandable, too; although He An had performed well previously, he lacked fame, and the few people he had faced earlier were merely average in strength.

Li Si, on the other hand, was known as a Martial Arts Genius.

He had spent little time studying martial arts, yet his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, leading him to be valued by Meng Cao, who took him under his wing for personal instruction.

In comparison, such odds were only natural.

"Brother Wu, who do you think will win?" County Governor Shen asked in a gentle voice, smiling.

Wu Feng chuckled. "Does that even need to be asked? Naturally, it's the He lad. We both saw his performance earlier; even though he held back, he certainly couldn't hide it from the two of us."

"As for the First Incense today, no one else can contend for it but him."

"Indeed."

County Governor Shen sighed. "To possess such strength at this age, and most importantly, to be loyal and value gratitude—it has been many years since I've seen a young man like this."

"If he doesn't die prematurely, the heights he reaches in the future will surely be beyond reach."

Wu Feng's smile faded.

"That will depend on the two of us."

"In Fangcheng, we can ensure he remains unharmed."

"When he reaches the prefecture, we can also provide him with some protection."

"But any higher than that, and it is not something we can interfere with. The path forward will have to rely on himself."

"Of course!" He paused for a moment, then said helplessly, "With the talent of that brat in my family, perhaps he can at least follow in his footsteps."

"It's just..."

Thinking of Wu Wenming, Wu Feng ground his teeth in irritation: "Better not to mention him, better not to mention him at all!"

On the other side, He An slowly stepped onto the stage.

Li Si stood on the stage, his blood energy surging like a bull's: "Brother He, how about it? Are you ready to die?"

"Please, enlighten me!"

He An still cupped his fists.

Before his voice had even faded, Li Si's figure had already shot out like an arrow from a bow.

What he had learned was the Tong Bei Quan. The moment he neared He An, his left arm darted out like a spirit snake, aiming straight for He An's vitals, while his right arm followed closely behind.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The wind of his fists carried the sound of tearing air, lashing out like iron whips.

This sequence of attacks, if it landed on anyone else, would surely result in death or severe injury. The previous few opponents had been defeated in exactly this way, suffering grave wounds.

Yet, this was considered a normal offensive maneuver; it could not be labeled as intentional maiming.

The struggles of Martial Artists were just that cruel.

To be defeated meant to die!

He An did not dodge or evade. Now that his Yi Jin Jing had reached perfection, combined with his strength in the Muscle Condensing Realm, he wanted to see just how strong his body had become.

"Perfect for a warm-up!"

He An let out a low shout. The blood energy within his body surged like a tidal wave, instantly flowing through his meridians and extending to his fists.

His joints popped like firecrackers.

As their fists collided, a dull thud exploded in the air.

He An had only used thirty percent of his strength for this punch, but his entire body was like a wall of copper and iron. It instantly numbed Li Si's arms, sending him flying backward.

A crater was smashed into the ground.

Inside that crater, Li Si looked disheveled and wretched as he stumbled to his feet.

"This... how is this possible? My Tong Bei Quan has clearly reached Great Completion, and I possess strength no weaker than the Muscle Condensing Realm. How could I not do anything to him?"

Looking at He An, his eyes became dazed: "What did you do? You cheated!"

"Yes, it must be that you cheated! Otherwise, how could I not be your match? What exactly did you do!"

He roared, as if trying to vent all of his frustration.

One punch. Just one punch, and he had been defeated. How could he possibly be reconciled to this?

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This scene left not only Li Si dumbfounded, but even Meng Cao, Master Li, and everyone else present had not expected things to end so abruptly.

He An had originally disdained to mock him, but the opponent had pushed things too far.

"Trash!"

"If you're weak... then practice more!"

Li Si's pupils constricted sharply, and the rage in his heart ignited instantly. "A gentleman can be killed, but not insulted. Even if I die, I will make you lose a layer of skin."

He stomped down with all his might, and the ground shattered in response.

This time, he did not use both arms; instead, he gathered all his strength and focused it into his right fist.

He An's expression was contemptuous, yet it held a hint of respect.

In an instant.

The airflow exploded like a thunderclap.

A heart-wrenching, lung-splitting pain radiated from Li Si's right arm.

He could feel his right arm shattering bit by bit, his meridians snapping inch by inch.

"Ah!!"

He let out a roar, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.

"It's not over yet."

As he was sent flying, he took the opportunity to strike out with his left arm.

He An felt not a shred of force from this blow, but Li Si's eyes were sharp as a hawk's as he laughed aloud: "You've been hit by my Bone Piercing Force; don't expect to have an easy time from here on out."

"Is that so?"

A mocking smile hung on the corner of He An's mouth.

The "Bone Piercing Force" of Tong Bei Quan, to put it plainly, was a move that bypassed the body to strike directly at the meridians, leaving the victim severely injured. It was an extremely vile technique.

However, for someone like He An, whose physique was several times stronger than his, it was a different story.

Useless!

That Bone Piercing Force entered his body, only to vanish instantly like a clay ox into the sea.

Seeing that He An did not show the slightest hint of anger, Li Si sensed that something was wrong.

"You... how is this possible? Is my Bone Piercing Force useless?"

"My turn!"

He An did not respond, simply closing in on Li Si step by step.

Seeing that the situation had turned dire, Li Si hurriedly opened his mouth, intending to concede.

Trying to surrender after playing dirty? There's no such thing, He An sneered inwardly.

Usually, one strikes the mouth first to prevent the opponent from conceding.

Then, one strikes the legs to ensure the opponent cannot run.

He An, however, skipped these steps.

He went straight to the point!

A light punch, which appeared as soft as cotton.

Yet, upon landing on Li Si, it shattered his heart, causing blood to gush wildly from his seven orifices.

"I... concede!"

These three words finally managed to escape Li Si's lips, but it was already too late.

The corpse hit the ground.

A flash of dull shock crossed everyone's eyes.

Dead?

Someone died!!

From the start until now, this was the first person to die, but it would certainly not be the last.

He An calmed his heart and turned to look at Meng Cao on the platform. A mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth, though on the surface, he feigned a look of sorrow.

To Meng Cao, this expression was pure provocation.

Of course, it truly was provocation.

"He An!"

Meng Cao gritted his teeth and, practically tearing his throat, roared out every single word.

His gaze, as violent as a wild beast's, immediately caused passersby to turn their heads.

He stomped heavily on the ground.

Meng Cao leaped onto the stage.

"I want you dead!"