One Punch? Won!

Xiao Yan cherished having a younger brother and had always taken good care of him.

Therefore, facing the upcoming arena match, he did not blame Xiao Yu for recklessly stepping onto the stage and causing the Xiao Clan to potentially lose a marketplace.

Instead, he was concerned for Xiao Yu's safety.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Jia Lie Ao felt a tremor in his heart as he met Xiao Yan's eyes.

But immediately after, an uncontrollable surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart!

Wutan City is not yet the domain of your Xiao Clan!

If you hadn't said anything, I might have gone easy on him, but since you've spoken, Xiao Yan, don't blame me for what happens next!

Ignoring Xiao Yan, Jia Lie Ao turned his gaze toward Xiao Yu and gritted his teeth, saying, "Xiao Yu, you have a good brother!"

Xiao Yu frowned; he could sense the strange tone in Jia Lie Ao's voice.

However.

He did not care.

Do I really need to steady myself just to fight a three-star Dou Practitioner like Jia Lie Ao?

"Stop the nonsense and make your move." Beckoning to Jia Lie Ao with his finger, Xiao Yu looked extremely impatient.

So arrogant?

Do you think you're Xiao Yan or something?!

Jia Lie Ao cursed inwardly and lunged forward.

Boom!

He stomped his right foot heavily onto the arena floor, causing a muffled thud as the hard bluestone tiles cracked and splintered.

Jia Lie Ao's figure turned into a blur, charging straight toward Xiao Yu.

"Jia Lie Ao!" Sensing the surging Dou Qi within the opponent, Xiao Yan shouted in anger.

However.

Jia Lie Ao paid him no mind, a flash of ruthlessness appearing in his sneering eyes.

If I can't beat the older brother, can't I at least beat the younger one?

They look similar enough anyway; what difference does it make who I hit?

On the spectator stand, Xiao Zhan stood up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the arena, his body surrounded by swirling Dou Qi.

It seemed as though he might rush out at any moment.

Just then, another burst of Dou Qi erupted from the other side, drawing Xiao Zhan's gaze.

It was Jia Lie Bi!

Noticing Xiao Zhan's stare, he did not back down; instead, the provocative look in his eyes became even more pronounced.

Around the arena, the crowd watched the two figures, though most were uninterested.

Some had even turned around, preparing to leave.

Bullying a piece of trash who couldn't even break through the third stage of Dou Force—what was the point of such a fight?

"Xiao Yu, if you want to blame someone, blame your brother. I didn't intend to be this ruthless!"

Appearing before Xiao Yu, Jia Lie Ao's expression turned ferocious, his vicious nature fully exposed.

On his raised right hand, cyan Dou Qi rapidly condensed on the surface of his fist, forming a small vortex!

As his fist cut through the air, it brought with it a sharp, whistling sound, and the immense wind pressure whipped Xiao Yu's hair and pressed his clothes against his body.

"A Dou Technique! Jia Lie Ao is actually using a Dou Technique. If I remember correctly, that is the Jia Lie Clan's Profound-tier low-level Dou Technique, the Green Wind Whirlwind Fist!"

Someone around the arena exclaimed.

Immediately, the surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar.

What?!

To deal with a guy at the third stage of Dou Force, he's actually using a Profound-tier Dou Technique!

This isn't about deciding a winner anymore; he's trying to take someone's life!

Even an ordinary Dou Practitioner would find a Profound-tier Dou Technique troublesome, let alone someone who wasn't even a Dou Practitioner yet.

"Jia Lie Ao, you're looking for death!" On the spectator stand, Xiao Zhan roared, his figure lunging forward as he closed in on the arena.

However.

At that moment, a figure darted into the corner of Xiao Zhan's vision.

"Clan Leader Xiao, by intervening in the arena match, aren't you breaking the rules? So many people are watching!" Jia Lie Bi stood in Xiao Zhan's path, examining his furious face with a smile.

On the other side.

Xiao Yan also sensed Jia Lie Ao's intent, his expression changing abruptly.

He had not expected this guy to disregard his warning entirely!

Without a moment's hesitation, Xiao Yan prepared to rush onto the stage to intervene.

But at that moment, a group of guards wearing the Jia Lie Clan's attire closed in around him.

"Third Young Master, the arena has its own rules." The lead guard revealed a hint of trepidation, but bolstered by his companions, he did not back down as he met Xiao Yan's gaze.

At this very moment, on the stage, Jia Lie Ao's fist was about to land on Xiao Yu's head.

From start to finish, Xiao Yu remained motionless.

To the onlookers, it appeared as if Xiao Yu had been frozen with fear by Jia Lie Ao.

After all.

While this all takes time to describe, it happened in the blink of an eye.

From the moment Jia Lie Ao charged out to the moment he appeared before Xiao Yu, only a few seconds had passed.

The smile on the corner of Jia Lie Ao's mouth grew even wider.

Suddenly!

The smile on his face stiffened!

Snap—

A palm had been raised at some unknown moment, blocking his fist.

The cyan vortex held for a second before abruptly dissipating.

"How is this possible? How could you block it?" Jia Lie Ao felt as if his hand had been seized by an expert whose strength far exceeded his own.

He could not break free at all.

Moreover, a tremendous force was gradually being applied to his fist, surging into his body.

Jia Lie Ao felt as if his fist were about to be crushed.

He could even hear the crack-crack sound of bones splintering in his ears.

Xiao Yu remained silent, clenching his other hand into a fist.

He swung!

"Ugh—"

Jia Lie Ao's body went airborne for a split second, his back arching violently like a lobster.

His eyes bulged, his pupils nearly popping out of their sockets.

Reflected in his eyes, Xiao Yu's expressionless face was soon overtaken by profound shock.

Is this motherfucking strength really just the third stage of Dou Zhi Li?!

Xiao Yu released his grip on Jia Lie Ao's fist and took two steps back, watching as Jia Lie Ao slowly collapsed to his knees before him.

Whoosh—

The scene fell into a deathly silence, a light breeze blowing through and causing Xiao Yu's hair to flutter.

Countless gazes, filled with horror or shock, remained fixed on the stage.

The scene they had imagined—Xiao Yu being sent flying—never occurred; instead, it was Jia Lie Ao, who had been certain of victory and incapable of losing, who had fallen, kneeling straight before Xiao Yu.

"What happened? Did Jia Lie Ao trip?"

Those who had been leaving, sensing the abnormal atmosphere, turned back and asked in confusion upon seeing Jia Lie Ao kneeling before Xiao Yu.

In their minds, there was no way Xiao Yu, at the third stage of Dou Zhi Li, could ever defeat Jia Lie Ao.

Therefore, the scene before them looked exactly like Jia Lie Ao had accidentally stumbled.

However.

Those who had witnessed the moment shook their heads, speaking in hoarse voices: "You might not believe it, but Xiao Yu knocked Jia Lie Ao down with a single punch."

"Hey, brother, that's not a funny joke at all."

The man said with a laugh.

But as he noticed the stiff, frozen expressions of those around him turning toward him, his laughter grew quieter until it vanished entirely.

Good heavens.

A three-star Dou Practitioner couldn't even take a single punch from someone at the third stage of Dou Zhi Li...

Hiss!

All around the plaza, one gasp of cold air after another echoed out.

"Xiao Yu, you're awesome!"

Having regained his senses, Xiao Yan shouted with all his might, his face glowing with excitement.

Around the arena, the crowd instantly erupted, the massive roar loud enough to be heard even outside Wutan City.

"He won? He won! The trash of Wutan City actually won!"

"Ahhh! Why did I turn around? Why didn't I see this moment!"

"Damn it, Jia Lie Ao is such trash, couldn't he have lasted one more punch? I didn't even see it!"