Tiger Tyrant Fist!

Quarter-finals.

Xia Ping stood on the arena stage, while his opponent, Gao Sheng, a Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven powerhouse and a regular in the school's top ten, was someone who had long enjoyed a great reputation.

The surrounding students held their breath, watching the confrontation between the two.

"Xia Ping!"

Gao Sheng stared at Xia Ping, clenching his fists. "I don't know how you defeated Zhou Tai'an, nor do I know what despicable means you used, but don't think you can defeat me so easily."

"I, Gao Sheng, have mastered the intermediate martial art Tiger Tyrant Fist. My punching power is fierce and peerless, incomparable to those opponents you faced before. If you dare to underestimate me, I will send you to the afterlife with a single punch."

His expression was ferocious, his muscles bulging as if cast from refined steel. His entire body exuded a rugged aura, like a fierce tiger emerging from the depths of the jungle.

In fact, he wasn't boasting; thanks to the Tiger Tyrant Fist he practiced, his attack power was second to none in the school. Its power was so fierce and overbearing that even Xiong Batian would have to bow his head before him.

Even though Xia Ping had defeated Zhou Tai'an, he possessed absolute confidence that he would not lose to anyone.

"You practiced the Tiger Tyrant Fist?"

Xia Ping's eyes lit up. This was good, very good. The stronger the attack power, the better. If the attack power were weak, wouldn't it be of no use to him at all?

An opponent with powerful attack strength was exactly what he wanted.

He raised an eyebrow, wearing a look of contempt, and said, "Who can't brag? Zhou Tai'an also bragged about being the school's number one, but I knocked him out with one punch."

"The Tiger Tyrant Fist is impressive, but if the person using it isn't, it's useless. I heard someone turned this Tiger Tyrant Fist into a 'cutesy fist.' I wonder if that's the case for you?"

"I'll 'cutesy' your sister!"

Hearing this, Gao Sheng's lungs felt like they were about to explode. This kid's mouth was vicious; his dignified, fierce, and peerless Tiger Tyrant Fist had been reduced to something cutesy by this guy's words.

As a top student of the school and a Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven powerhouse, how could he possibly practice a martial art meant for acting cute?! This was the greatest insult to him.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish."

With a boom, as soon as the referee announced the start, Gao Sheng leaped out like a fierce tiger, clenching his fists, his muscles tensed and radiating explosive power.

His internal Qi surged, seemingly containing thousands of pounds of force. He threw a punch, but Xia Ping didn't dodge or evade, letting the opponent's fist slam directly into his body.

"What? This kid didn't dodge? Is he trying to commit suicide?!" Gao Sheng was shocked, but at this point, he couldn't retract his power.

Thud!

His fist landed solidly on Xia Ping's chest. The force rippled outward, sounding like a tiger's roar that shook the mountains and forests. Even the entire arena vibrated, appearing as if it might collapse.

"Sigh, what a pity. I thought since this kid defeated Zhou Tai'an, he would be a decent opponent." Gao Sheng sighed toward the sky. "But I didn't expect his brain to be flooded with water. He just stood there without moving. After taking my punch, he'll probably have to spend four or five months in the hospital and won't recover until after the college entrance exam."

"What are you yelling about?"

Xia Ping stood in place, circulating the Northern Underworld Body Protection Art. He felt the vibrations from the massive, fierce power, and the energy within his body was being rapidly refined. He was enjoying the pleasure of his strength constantly increasing, but for some reason, the guy in front of him had stopped and was putting on a show, which annoyed him slightly.

"Eh?" Hearing Xia Ping's voice, Gao Sheng was startled. "What's going on? Why aren't you letting out a shrill scream, and why weren't you sent flying by my punch, collapsing on the ground unconscious?"

According to normal logic, there was no way this kid wouldn't be seriously injured after taking his punch.

"You think this little bit of power is enough to make me scream and collapse unconscious?" Xia Ping said with disdain. "I told you, your fist technique is only good for acting cute; it's not much use for anything else."

Hearing this, Gao Sheng went wild, shouting, "Impossible! How can anyone not collapse and scream after taking my punch? I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" He simply couldn't accept this absurd fact.

He lost his temper, clenching his fists like a torrential storm, raining massive blows onto Xia Ping's body with everything he had.

Bang, bang, bang!!!

Each strike sounded like a morning bell or an evening drum, erupting with heaven-shaking noise. Yet, Xia Ping remained standing in place, hands behind his back, not moving a single step, allowing Gao Sheng to attack.

In just five or six minutes, Gao Sheng didn't even know how many punches he had thrown—a hundred, two hundred, maybe even three hundred—but this guy was still perfectly fine, even wearing an expression of pure enjoyment.

"As expected of the person touted as having the strongest attack power in the school. Each punch has at least three thousand pounds of force. The massive vibrations are tempering my body and rapidly refining the energy within me. This guy is simply the best candidate to assist my cultivation."

Xia Ping was extremely satisfied. He felt the internal Qi within him constantly increasing, his Dantian filling up, and he felt as if he were on the verge of breaking through the sixth meridian and advancing to the Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven.

"Eh? Is the energy in my body exhausted?!"

Soon, he realized that as Gao Sheng's attacks continued, the effect on him grew weaker and weaker. In the end, it could no longer help him increase his strength by even a fraction.

He figured that after this round of attacks, his body had grown accustomed to the opponent's strikes, and the energy from the Golden Potion had been completely refined; he would need to take another dose to continue cultivating.

"It seems that's all for today." Xia Ping knew that even if they kept fighting like this, he wouldn't be able to continue improving his cultivation.

By now, Gao Sheng was panting and on the verge of a breakdown. He looked at Xia Ping in despair. "It's impossible. I've hit you two or three hundred times, why are you completely fine? Are you even human?"

"I told you, your fists are only good for acting cute." Xia Ping stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of an expert. "Even standing here letting you hit me without fighting back, I'm perfectly fine."

"However, since you've punched me so many times, in the spirit of reciprocity, let me punch you once."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Ping suddenly raised his fist. His bones cracked, his muscles tensed, and he shifted into a horse stance, twisting his waist. Power traveled from the ground up, passing through each joint, causing the air to vibrate.

He threw a punch at Gao Sheng like a meteorite crashing into the earth. It was powerful and peerless, slamming fiercely into Gao Sheng's chest.

"Ah!"

Gao Sheng immediately let out a shrill scream. Three of his ribs snapped instantly, and the powerful force severely damaged his internal organs.

He was sent flying backward without any resistance, soaring twenty or thirty meters before crashing heavily outside the arena. His neck went limp, and he fell unconscious.