"What? That kid isn't injured?"
"No wonder he was so fierce earlier. He just wouldn't stay down."
"What a shameless bastard, putting on such a convincing act and fooling everyone."
"If he's not injured, doesn't that mean he has a chance of winning the championship?"
"This is bad, this is bad. I bet everything I had on him losing. If he doesn't lose, I'm finished!"
"Damn Xia Ping! He's trying to scam us out of our hard-earned money. Is nobody going to do anything about him?"
Countless spectators cursed furiously. Those who had placed bets looked sick with worry, as if someone had grabbed their hearts in a tight fist. Their breathing grew ragged.
They couldn't imagine how terrifying this kid's strength would be if he wasn't injured.
But they had no idea why this was happening. The kid had clearly taken so many blows that even a peak Martial Master would have been seriously injured. So why was he fine?
At that moment, on the arena.
"So what if you're not injured? You're still no match for me, Xie Anshou. In the face of absolute power, everything else is meaningless!" Xie Anshou roared. He circulated his internal energy and struck with his palm.
The king-grade, top-tier martial skill, Heaven-Turning Palm!
The palm strike was terrifying. It was as if the sky and earth had turned upside down as a giant dragon's hand descended from above, crushing everything beneath it. It seemed that even a mountain would crumble under its force.
The strike had even locked onto Xia Ping's aura, leaving him nowhere to dodge and nowhere to hide.
This move was almost at the level of perfection. It already carried a hint of a grandmaster's power!
Back then, he had relied on this very Heaven-Turning Palm to defeat countless