Inch Power Through the Body

The wild, violent fist wind cut like sharp steel blades, scraping Jiang Yue's cheeks until they stung.

Scarface's devastating punch, strong enough to shatter rock, was now merely half a foot from Jiang Yue's face!

In this critical moment of a thousandth of a second, time seemed to stretch infinitely within Jiang Yue's eerily calm retinas.

No dodging, no evading—all for the sake of landing this one fatal blow!

"Die!"

Scarface's eyes brimmed with cruel satisfaction.

Yet, in that flash of lightning and spark of flint, Jiang Yue's right fist, long coiled with power, shot out like a venomous dragon leaving its lair, defying all common sense with its incredibly short range, and slammed viciously into Scarface's exposed core below the navel—the center left wide open by his all-out attack!

Under the perfect orchestration of the [Smooth Qi] trait, Jiang Yue's power surged instantly from the soles of his feet, traveling up through the great dragon of his spine, joint by joint.

This immense kinetic energy did not scatter outward. Instead, his extraordinarily powerful physical control compressed it into the narrow space of his fist's striking surface, transforming it into a highly penetrating point!

Like a heavy hammer striking a muffled drum, or raging waves crashing against a reef.

The thick armor of muscle Scarface had honed for five or six years proved utterly useless against the extreme penetration of the inch force!

That terrifying, highly compressed hidden force, like an invisible awl, pierced straight through Scarface's skin and fat defenses without any hindrance, brutally ramming into his internal organs!

Puchi!

The moment his core below the navel was critically struck, the vast blood and energy Scarface had forcibly gathered to throw that punch, like a water tank with its bottom punctured, had its power axis shattered, instantly collapsing completely!

Whoosh—

Bereft of energy support, Scarface's killing blow, which had been crashing down on Jiang Yue's face like Mount Tai, lost nine-tenths of its power!

When that fist, as big as a clay pot, finally struck Jiang Yue's cheek and shoulder, only a couple hundred kilograms of inertial force from his body remained.

Jiang Yue's neck and shoulders tensed sharply as he forcibly withstood the remaining impact.

"As for this next move..."

"Your energy is in chaos—what do you have to block it?"

A flash of absolute ruthlessness passed through Jiang Yue's deep eyes.

Strike while the iron is hot! On this meat-grinder of a ring, Jiang Yue would never give his prey any chance to catch their breath!

Not only did he not retreat half a step, but he pressed in like a clinging bone, closing in for the kill again!

Bang!

Jiang Yue ducked low with extreme agility, dodging Scarface's wild, uncoordinated swing, and then a fierce, brutal knee strike, accompanied by a piercing wind howl, slammed heavily into Scarface's side ribs, now stripped of their blood-energy protection!

Crack!

The crisp sound of breaking ribs rang throughout the arena.

"Ah!" Scarface's massive body lurched violently. Before his scream could fully escape, Jiang Yue's killing move was already upon him.

With his muscle armor gone, Scarface was now nothing but a giant sandbag in Jiang Yue's eyes. Jiang Yue's iron fists poured out like a storm!

Short strikes! Intercepts! Heavy cannon punches!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Jiang Yue's fists turned into a blur of shadows, each blow landing solidly on Scarface's chest and fragile joints. Blood and sweat splattered wildly under the arena's bright lights!

Under the stunned, disbelieving gazes of the entire crowd, Jiang Yue, facing a two-meter-tall, several-hundred-jin giant, drove him backward step by step across the ring!

"Final blow!"

A fierce light blazed in Jiang Yue's eyes. The great dragon of his spine let out another explosive crack. Gathering all his strength into his right leg, he raised it high like a battle axe and, with the force of thunder, brought it down heavily on Scarface's carotid artery!

This strike was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The two-meter-plus, iron-tower-like heavy giant's eyes rolled completely white. His massive body, like a rotten tree cut from its roots, crashed heavily into the pool of blood on the ring.

The dull, heavy impact made the entire alloy ring tremble violently!

Scarface twitched twice, then fell completely unconscious, silent.

Dead silence.

A silence so profound you could hear a pin drop.

As Scarface's massive body hit the ground, the entire underground boxing arena seemed to hit the pause button, plunging into several seconds of absolute stillness.

The veterans below the ring, who had been brandishing their magnetic cards with gleeful grins ready to collect their money, now had their expressions frozen solid. Their eyes bulged as if they might pop out of their sockets, as if they were witnessing the most absurd, horrifying scene in the world.

By the iron mesh at the edge of the ring, Shen Qing trembled uncontrollably, his pale face etched with a shock as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Inch force... perfect inch force?!"

Shen Qing's teeth chattered as he stared fixedly at the thin figure on the stage casually wiping blood from the corner of his mouth. A storm raged inside him.

"I only explained the theory to him once... He didn't even practice, and he actually pulled off a perfect inch force in a real fight, in that split second between life and death?!"

"What the hell kind of monstrous comprehension is this?!!"

If Shen Qing knew that Jiang Yue hadn't relied on some ancient martial arts talent honed since childhood, but had brute-forced it through absolute physical control from his panel traits, he'd probably spit blood on the spot.

After those few seconds of dead silence.

"BOOM—!!!"

The recruits' camp, already strained to the breaking point, burst like a breached dam, detonating completely!

Hundreds of recruits erupted into a frenzy of roars and screams loud enough to lift the metal dome.

"We won! Brother Jiang won!!!"

"One move! Just one fucking move! He shattered the veteran's Heavy Bulldozer with a single punch!"

"The veterans lost! Long live the recruits!!"

Countless recruits flushed crimson with excitement; some even wept for joy.

This wasn't just a victory on the arena—it was the ultimate release of a whole night's worth of humiliation, as the bottom-tier recruits, treated like weeds to be casually reaped and abused by the veterans, finally let it all out.

On the ring, the grizzled veteran referee stood frozen like a wooden post.

He still clutched the timer in his hand, glancing from Scar sprawled on the ground to Jiang Yue's expressionless face across from him. His lips trembled, but for a long moment, he dared not announce the result he couldn't accept.

Clap, clap, clap.

Just then, from the steel viewing platform on the second floor, the Black Boxing Arena's boss, "Butcher," suddenly burst into laughter and clapped vigorously.

The crisp applause, carried by a profound inner force, reached every ear with crystal clarity.

"Good courage! Good insight! Good ruthless methods!"

Butcher didn't hold back his praise; his eyes blazed with the fervor of one who'd glimpsed the embryo of a peerless monster.

Then his gaze shifted, cold as a blade, and swept over the dazed referee below. His voice turned icy:

"What are you standing there for? Playing blind? Do I have to come down and announce the result myself?!"

The referee jolted violently, snapping out of his stupor.

Gritting his teeth, he endured the veterans' murderous, despairing stares from the crowd and trudged forward with immense difficulty. He grabbed Jiang Yue's bloodstained arm and raised it high.

Closing his eyes, the referee screamed into the microphone with all his might:

"The fifth deathmatch... recruit Jiang Yue, wins!"

"This round of betting... Shen Qing's camp... sweeps the board!!"