The Might of a Single Fist!

A punch struck out!

Zhou Tai'an's fist erupted with terrifying force, creating an actual sonic boom in the air. The shockwaves radiated outward, heavy as a mountain, possessing a might that far surpassed anything Xiong Batian could ever hope to achieve.

Even the students below the ring could feel the density and weight of that strike; there was nowhere to hide, as the terrifying fist pressure blanketed the entire arena.

"Too terrifying! This is Brother Zhou's Five Peaks Fist. One punch, and even a water buffalo would be pulverized into meat paste, torn asunder," a student said, filled with admiration. "That so-called Xiong Batian is said to have innate divine strength and is quite fierce, but compared to Brother Zhou, he's not even worth a fart."

"This kid is finished. This punch alone is enough to shatter his spirit and scare him so badly he won't even be able to move," someone else said, shaking their head and looking at Xia Ping with pity.

"To think he actually wanted to fight Brother Zhou; he truly doesn't even know how to write the word 'death'."

"I reckon after this, he won't ever dare to study martial arts again."

"This is the gap between a genius and a mortal."

The many students sneered as they watched Xia Ping. No one believed he had any hope of victory; the only outcome was being sent to the hospital, and the only question was how long it would take for him to recover.

"Zhou Tai'an, you truly disappoint me. You don't understand the first thing about martial arts," Xia Ping sighed. His mental energy spread out across a twenty-meter radius, perceiving every move Zhou Tai'an made.

Although the attack appeared flawless and terrifying to everyone else, under the probe of his mental energy, the flaws were countless, as obvious as those of a child.

In truth, one could hardly blame Zhou Tai'an; it was simply that Xia Ping had become far stronger than before. After his time in Black Moon City, his strength had grown rapidly. He had seen blood, killed men, brought his martial arts to the realm of perfection, and even cultivated the mental energy that only those in the Martial Artist realm possessed. None of this was something an ordinary student could compare to.

BOOM!

Five Forms Fist, Dragon Form: Divine Dragon Emerges from the Sea!

Xia Ping clenched his fist and struck out. In an instant, the roar of a divine dragon seemed to echo throughout the entire space. The airflow appeared to condense into the embryonic form of a dragon, radiating supreme majesty that shook the soul.

The students surrounding the ring felt their blood surging and their ears ringing; their hearts hammered violently. The air rippled with visible waves, and they were nearly knocked unconscious by the phantom roar.

"What is this?!"

Zhou Tai'an's expression changed drastically. He felt Xia Ping's punch was terrifyingly powerful, striking exactly at the flaw in his Five Peaks Fist, leaving him with no way to defend.

The power of this punch was extreme, like a dragon's roar descending from the heavens to suppress all living things. It was so powerful it was hair-raising, impossible to resist.

With a loud boom, Zhou Tai'an was unable to block it at all. His chest was struck by the punch, the impact truly like a meteorite hitting the earth, erupting with a force like a surging flood.

"Ah!"

He couldn't help but let out a miserable scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Three or four of his ribs shattered, and his body was sent flying like a ball. But just as Zhou Tai'an was airborne, Xia Ping leaped up.

He transformed into a white crane, generating powerful spring-like force, instantly leaping into mid-air to deliver a fierce kick, heavy as a burst dam, slamming it onto Zhou Tai'an's chest.

With a bang like a thunderclap on flat ground, Zhou Tai'an's body was smashed down from high above, immediately creating a human-shaped crater in the titanium-alloy ring.

The entire arena shook violently, causing many people to be jolted right out of their seats. The titanium-alloy ring itself developed cracks, splitting down the middle with a series of crunching sounds.

"Is this the Five Forms Fist?"

The students' eyes bulged, scared half to death. They had all learned the Five Forms Fist before, but it was just ordinary boxing. How could they have imagined it possessed such unyielding, fierce power?

A single punch, yet it felt like a meteorite strike, a dragon's roar, and a mountain collapsing all at once. It easily shattered Zhou Tai'an's defense and beat him like a dead dog. Was this even something a human could withstand?!

Yang Wei and Gao Wan were both scared to the point of wetting themselves. When did Xia Ping become such a freak? He seemed several times more terrifying than he had been a week ago, like a humanoid tyrannosaurus—it was too frightening.

The classmates from Class 16 of Grade 12 were also stunned. This was not the Xia Ping they knew; he was already a true martial arts expert, possessing the budding form of a grandmaster.

The referee teacher was also dumbfounded. How could he have imagined that a mere student could master such a terrifying martial art, to the point of collapsing the ring?

"You, you!"

Zhou Tai'an struggled to get up. He looked at Xia Ping in shock, as if seeing this man for the first time. Intense pain radiated through his body; over a dozen ribs were broken, and his internal organs were severely damaged.

He couldn't believe the reality of it. He was a powerhouse at the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven; how could the opponent crush him with a single punch? What exactly was that power from before?!

"You aren't at the Martial Apprentice Fourth Heaven. Could it be that you've already advanced to the Martial Apprentice Fifth Heaven?" Zhou Tai'an stared fixedly at Xia Ping, his eyes bloodshot, his fists clenched tight.

"I told you, you don't understand the first thing about martial arts."

Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back. "You apprenticed under a Martial Artist, reached the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven, went outside the city to kill a few monsters, and saw some blood—do you think that makes you strong?"

"To be so complacent over such a small thing, you, Zhou Tai'an, are nothing but a frog in a well."

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

Hearing Xia Ping's condescending words, Zhou Tai'an was driven mad with rage. These were the very words he had said to Xia Ping earlier, and to have them thrown back in his face was a clear humiliation, a total slap in the face.

If he had easily defeated Xia Ping, it wouldn't have mattered, but now that he had been crushed by the very person he looked down upon, didn't that mean everything he did was in vain? That he was the real piece of trash? That his words were nothing but dog shit?

If that were the case, what standing did he have to lecture Xia Ping? What right did he have to look down on him!

"Xia Ping, go to hell!"

Zhou Tai'an's face twisted. His internal energy boiled, and he acted like a madman. With a bang, he lunged forward like a tiger, disregarding everything.

Even if it cost him his life, he would tear this Xia Ping to shreds.

"Too unsightly. Get lost."

Xia Ping struck out with a palm, piercing through all of Zhou Tai'an's movements. His strike was as fast as lightning and contained terrifying power. The air vibrated as his palm slammed heavily into Zhou Tai'an's face.

With a bang, Zhou Tai'an's body spun five or six times in the air. Three of his front teeth flew out, mixed with blood, and his face swelled up instantly.