Thunder Sound in a Square Inch

"Tang Qizheng! How dare you! Under everyone's watch, you let your disciple take forbidden drugs on the Life-Death Arena!"

Below the arena, Zhou Jingfeng could no longer hold back. He stepped forward abruptly, his hair and beard bristling as he roared toward the Sea Shark Gang's seats, his voice like a thunderclap.

As a Bone Forging Realm martial artist, he saw at a glance that Xiong Wu's condition was wrong. This was no normal secret art to stimulate potential—it resembled some extremely overbearing, life-source-burning drug!

"Zhou Jingfeng, don't spout blood and slander me!" Tang Qizheng shot to his feet, meeting Zhou Jingfeng's glare without backing down.

"On the arena, everyone uses their own means! What Xiong Wu used is our Sea Shark Gang's secret Blood-Burning Combat Art—it briefly stimulates blood and qi, requiring a few months of rest afterward! Where's the forbidden drug? If your own knowledge is shallow, don't flap your gums and smear a man's name!"

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As if to prove his words, Tang Qizheng's eyes faintly showed an unnatural web of bloodshot veins as he spoke, and the veins on his face twitched slightly.

Below the arena, hundreds of gazes darted between the frenzied Xiong Wu, the stone-faced Tang Qizheng, and the angrily questioning Zhou Jingfeng, eventually settling mostly on Gu Huaizhang, who served as the witness.

Gu Huaizhang's brows were tightly knit, his fingers unconsciously tightening on his beard.

How could he not see that Xiong Wu's state was bizarre?

But as Tang Qizheng said, without evidence, relying only on eyesight, how could he be sure it was a forbidden drug?

Besides, on the arena, Chen Yue had temporarily avoided the onslaught but hadn't shown signs of defeat. If he rashly called a halt based on suspicion, it would be unfair to Chen Yue, who had just gained the upper hand.

Hesitation lasted only a moment. Gu Huaizhang took a deep breath and declared in a clear voice, "The match continues!"

At Iron Mountain Hall's side, Zhou Jingfeng heard Gu Huaizhang's decision, glanced at the situation on the arena, and didn't argue further. He knew arguing now was pointless.

But Zhou Jingfeng's entire body was already tensed, his aura contained yet ready to burst, like a fully drawn bow, his gaze locked onto the arena.

If Chen Yue faced real mortal danger, even if it meant bearing infamy, he would intervene without hesitation. He would not let his disciple die here.

On the arena, Chen Yue's mind was as clear as a mirror.

Facing Xiong Wu, whose strength had surged and whose pain seemed greatly dulled, like a maddened tiger, a head-on clash was far from wise.

That sudden burst of power must have its limits. What he needed to do was avoid its edge, drain its momentum, and seek its flaw.

With a shift of intent, he fully unleashed the Treading Mountains and Rivers movement technique. Chen Yue's form became like wind and lightning, darting left and right, carving a series of dazzling afterimages across the arena.

His steps were light and agile, turning with ease, each time narrowly evading Xiong Wu's wild but clumsy lunges.

Xiong Wu, in contrast, had bloodshot eyes, like a raging bear. He swung his intact left arm and his right arm—bloody and mangled, yet still used as a random bludgeon—madly chasing Chen Yue.

Each of his steps landed heavily, the arena boards groaning under the strain. His strength was indeed terrifying, his fists and kicks whistling through the air.

However, Xiong Wu's reactions, body coordination, and flexibility were severely impaired. His movements, though fierce, were stiff. No matter how he roared and lunged, he was always half a beat too slow, unable to even touch Chen Yue's clothes.

He had brute force to spare but nowhere to land it, frustration driving Xiong Wu to roar repeatedly.

"You little bastard! Stop running! Fight me head-on! What are you dodging? What are you dodging!" Xiong Wu, unable to land a hit, felt the violence and burning irritation from the drug grow stronger. He roared continuously, spittle flying.

His attacks grew more chaotic and reckless, and his openings gradually increased.

Among the spectators below, many faces showed gravity and disbelief.

If Chen Yue's earlier precise boxing technique that swiftly crippled Xiong Wu had already surprised them enough, then the nimble movement technique he now displayed completely stunned them.

"This movement technique... is formidable! Like a ghost!"

"Formidable? Look at those footwork transitions—no hesitation at all, perfect control of distance and timing! This isn't something you can achieve through hard training alone; it requires immense comprehension!"

"Fierce boxing, agile movement... How old is Chen Yue? How long has he been training? To master both martial arts to this level?"

"No wonder Zhou Jingfeng values him so much! If this kid grows up, his future achievements will be limitless!"

Many who had come just to mock the Pearl Diver had now changed their mindset.

Their gazes at the flickering figure on the arena were filled with awe.

Talent of this level already belonged to the realm of genius.

After skirmishing for a while, Chen Yue had fully grasped Xiong Wu's state, speed limits, and attack patterns. Spotting a moment when Xiong Wu, after a missed lunge, leaned slightly forward due to excessive force, leaving his back wide open, a sharp light flashed in Chen Yue's eyes.

His constantly dodging form abruptly shifted from extreme motion to extreme stillness, pausing for just a breath. Then, with a "dong" of the arena boards beneath his feet, Chen Yue shot forward like an arrow from a string.

Tracing a straight afterimage, he crossed two zhang in an instant, charging straight at Xiong Wu's unprotected back! His right fist clenched, inner breath surging, aiming for the vital spine.

This transition from retreat to attack was lightning-fast, ruthless, and decisive!

Just as Chen Yue's fist was three feet from Xiong Wu's body, Xiong Wu's seemingly clumsy, staggering figure strangely halted its forward momentum. His massive body twisted half a turn with astonishing speed.

A face completely twisted by drug and rage, bearing a cruel grin of a trap sprung, suddenly appeared before Chen Yue.

His intact left arm and the broken, bone-protruding right arm, like two heavy battle-axes, one high and one low, with ear-splitting wind, slashed crosswise at Chen Yue's head and torso.

Too close, and Chen Yue's fist had already committed. Based on the movement speed he had shown, it seemed he could no longer dodge this long-planned fatal counterattack.

Gasps erupted below!

Zhou Jingfeng's pupils contracted, his feet shifting slightly! Everyone thought Chen Yue had fallen for the trap, landing in Xiong Wu's death snare baited with his own body!

But in the instant Xiong Wu's arms were about to close, crushing Chen Yue, Chen Yue's forward-stomping right foot, upon touching the ground, twisted his ankle with unbelievable flexibility and explosive power, his waist spinning sharply.

The most exquisite variation of Treading Mountains and Rivers—Borrowing Force from the Void, Thunder Sound in a Square Inch!

"Shii!"

Chen Yue's form, as if lacking inertia, accelerated and changed direction again from the impossible!

By a hair's breadth, he slipped out from the deadly gap between Xiong Wu's crossed, descending arms, his form ghosting to Xiong Wu's left side.

The sneer on Xiong Wu's face froze instantly, replaced by boundless shock and bewilderment. His sure-kill strike—had it actually missed?

Before his thoughts could finish, Chen Yue's right fist, long coiled with power, shot out like a cannonball and slammed solidly into Xiong Wu's left shoulder joint—left wide open from the full-force swing of his arms.

CRACK!!!

The sickening sound of bone shattering rang out. Xiong Wu's thick left shoulder blade, along with his collarbone, under the terrifying fist force of the Mountain-Crushing Art at full throttle, shattered and collapsed like porcelain struck by a hammer.

Countless bone splinters stabbed into the muscle. Xiong Wu's left arm went completely limp.