When she reached the ring, Zhu Xiyan glanced at her opponent and said calmly, "Will you admit defeat on your own, or should I send you flying off?"
The man looked at Zhu Xiyan and gave a soft snort. "So you're Zhu Xiyan. You think I, Zhou Hongming, am as useless as those opponents you faced earlier?"
"Although I don't know your exact cultivation level, the fact that you defeated an Xiantian Second Level opponent with one move means you're at least at the Third Level of Xiantian."
"It's even possible you've already entered the Forming Yuan Stage."
"But I'm already at the peak of the Third Level of Xiantian, just one step away from the Forming Yuan Stage! If you really have entered the Forming Yuan Stage, then I'll accept defeat."
"But I'll never surrender without a fight! I want to see whether you're at the same Third Level of Xiantian as me or in the Forming Yuan Stage!"
At that, Zhu Xiyan shook her head and said coolly, "Since that's the case, I'll send you flying."
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhu Xiyan darted forward and struck with her palm.
Zhou Hongming immediately raised his fists to meet her, looking fully prepared.
Zhu Xiyan had clearly held back and hadn't used much of her strength. Otherwise, Zhou Hongming wouldn't have had the slightest chance to react.
Even so, Zhu Xiyan's palm easily slipped past Zhou Hongming's punch and landed on his chest...
Bang!
Zhou Hongming felt tremendous force crash into his chest. His eyes widened as he stared at Zhu Xiyan in disbelief, but his body was already flying backward beyond his control, tumbling straight off the ring...
Afterward, Zhu Xiyan acted as if nothing had happened, casually dusting off her hands.
The spectators below the ring