Qin Muyang hadn't expected Xia Ping to suddenly attack. He was caught off guard and struck as tens of thousands of jin of tremendous force erupted, like a devastating collision, unleashing terrifying power.
Crack! Crack! Even though he was a Martial Artist Realm expert, he wasn't invincible. Struck by such a terrifying impact, he had more than a dozen ribs broken.
A clear red handprint even appeared on his chest.
"Ah!"
Qin Muyang let out a scream as his body flew backward and slammed hard into the ground. He slid more than ten meters, stopping at the edge of the ring just one step short of falling off.
With a splutter, his anger and pain overcame him, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Do you surrender?"
Xia Ping came to stand over Qin Muyang, looking down at him coldly and without mercy.
"Surrender? I'm a proud member of the Qin Family, the top expert at Tianshui City No. 1 Middle School, Qin Muyang! You think I'd surrender to you? Keep dreaming! You hear me?!" Qin Muyang roared.
He felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart. The humiliation was unbearable. He had been the one who wanted to beat this brat like a dead dog.
Yet now this bastard had beaten him like one. Just a single punch had left him completely unable to fight. He couldn't bear such disgrace.
Before the match began, he'd never imagined anything like this. How could he, a dignified Martial Artist Realm expert, not be a match for Xia Ping? How could one punch have taken him out?!
"What can you do if you don't surrender?"
Xia Ping looked at Qin Muyang calmly. "You were finished in just one move. How many more can you take in your