A Fist's Might!

A fist came flying!

Zhou Tai'an's fist unleashed terrifying force, creating a sonic boom in midair. Its power blasted in every direction, like Mount Tai Crushing Top. It was countless times more powerful than Xiong Batian's.

Even the students below the ring could feel the weight and density of that punch. There was nowhere to dodge; its terrifying force filled the entire ring.

"That's terrifying! This is Big Brother Zhou's Five Peaks Fist. One punch could turn even a water buffalo into mincemeat, tearing it apart!" one student said admiringly. "That Xiong Batian is supposedly born with great strength and is extremely fierce, but compared to Big Brother Zhou, he's not worth a damn."

"That kid's finished. Just this one punch is enough to crush his spirit and leave him too scared to move." Someone shook his head, looking at Xia Ping with pity.

"He wants to fight Big Brother Zhou? He doesn't even know how to spell the word 'death.'"

"After this, I bet he'll never dare to practice martial arts again."

"That's the difference between a genius and an ordinary person."

The students all sneered at Xia Ping. Nobody thought he had any chance of winning. The only question was how long he would be stuck in the hospital.

"Zhou Tai'an, you've really disappointed me. You don't understand martial arts at all." Xia Ping sighed. His mental power extended twenty meters in every direction, allowing him to perceive Zhou Tai'an's every move.

Although Zhou Tai'an's attack seemed flawless and terrifying to everyone else, under the scrutiny of Xia Ping's mental power, its flaws were countless. It was like watching a child fight.

In truth, Zhou Tai'an couldn't be blamed. Xia Ping had simply grown far too powerful. His strength had increased rapidly after his trip to Black Moon City. He had seen blood and killed people, his martial skills had reached the level of perfection, and he had even cultivated the mental power that only those in the Martial Artist Realm possessed. None of this was something an ordinary student could match.

Boom!

Five Forms Fist: Dragon Fist—Divine Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

Xia Ping clenched his fist and punched. In an instant, it seemed as if a divine dragon's roar resounded through the entire space. The air appeared to gather into the shape of a dragon, radiating supreme majesty and crushing the spirit.

The students around the ring felt their blood surge and their ears ring. Their hearts pounded violently, and visible ripples formed in the air. They nearly fainted from that roar in midair.

"What is that?!"

Zhou Tai'an's expression changed drastically. Xia Ping's punch seemed terrifyingly powerful, and it struck right at the weak point in his Five Peaks Fist, leaving him almost no way to defend himself.

That punch was so powerful it was almost beyond belief. Like a divine dragon roaring from above, it could cow the myriad races beneath the heavens. It was so powerful that it was impossible to resist.

With a boom, Zhou Tai'an was completely unable to block it. The punch struck him squarely in the chest, unleashing a force like a meteor crashing into the ground.

"Argh!"

He cried out in pain and spat out a mouthful of blood. Three or four of his ribs snapped, and his body flew away like a ball. But as Zhou Tai'an sailed through the air, Xia Ping leaped up.

He transformed into a White Crane, using its powerful spring to launch himself into the air. In an instant, he was above Zhou Tai'an, and he brought down a vicious kick with the force of a bursting dam, stomping on his chest.

Boom! It was like a thunderclap on a clear day. Zhou Tai'an's body crashed down from the sky, smashing a human-shaped crater into the titanium-alloy ring.

The whole ring shook violently. Many people were thrown from their seats, and cracks spread across the titanium-alloy platform. They even split the ring in two, the metal emitting a series of sharp cracking sounds.

"Is that the Five Forms Fist?"

The students stared, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads. They were terrified. They had learned the Five Forms Fist too, but to them it was just an ordinary style of boxing. They had never imagined it could unleash such overwhelming power.

It was only one punch, yet it was like a meteor striking the ground, a divine dragon roaring, and Mount Tai collapsing. It had easily shattered Zhou Tai'an's defense and beaten him into a wreck. Could any human really withstand that?!

Yang Wei and Gao Wan were both scared out of their wits. When had Xia Ping become so monstrous? He seemed several times more terrifying than he had been just a week ago, like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus. It was horrifying.

His classmates from Class 16 of Grade 12 were equally stunned. This was nothing like the Xia Ping they knew. He was already a true martial arts expert, showing the makings of a martial grandmaster.

The referee teacher stared in utter shock. How could he have imagined that an ordinary student had mastered such a terrifying martial technique, enough to make the ring collapse?

"You... you!"

Zhou Tai'an struggled to his feet, staring at Xia Ping as if he were seeing the man for the first time. Intense pain surged through him. More than ten ribs were broken, and his internal organs were badly injured.

He couldn't believe this was real. He was a powerful martial artist at the sixth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm. How could his opponent defeat him with a single punch? What had that force just now been?!

"You're not at the fourth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm. Have you already reached the fifth level?" Zhou Tai'an stared fixedly at Xia Ping, blood vessels standing out in his eyes as he clenched his fists.

"I told you, you don't understand martial arts at all."

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. "You apprenticed under a Martial Artist Realm master, trained to the sixth level of the Martial Apprentice Realm, went outside the city to kill monsters, saw blood, and gained some combat experience. And now you think you're strong?"

"You're proud of yourself just for that. Zhou Tai'an, you're nothing but a frog in a well."

"This world is much bigger than you can imagine."

Hearing Xia Ping speak down to him like this, Zhou Tai'an was practically mad with rage. These were the exact words he had said to Xia Ping earlier, and now Xia Ping had thrown them right back at him. It was a blatant slap in the face, a complete humiliation.

If he could have easily defeated Xia Ping, it would have been no big deal. But now Xia Ping, the very person he had looked down on, had beaten him with one punch. Didn't that mean everything he had done was pointless and that he was nothing but a useless good-for-nothing? That everything he had said was bullshit?

If so, what right did he have to lecture Xia Ping? What right did he have to look down on him?!

"Xia Ping, die!"

Zhou Tai'an's face twisted as his vital energy boiled. He charged forward like a madman, with a bang, as fierce as a tiger and caring nothing for the consequences.

Even if it cost him his life, he was going to tear Xia Ping to pieces.

"Pathetic. Get lost."

Xia Ping struck with his palm, cutting through every move Zhou Tai'an made. His hand moved as swiftly as lightning, carrying terrifying force. The air trembled as his palm slammed into Zhou Tai'an's face.

Bang! Zhou Tai'an spun through the air five or six times. Three of his front teeth flew out, mingled with blood, and his face quickly swelled up.