"What?!"
Seeing his Thousand Illusion Palm broken and his right hand seized, Yao Zhong's expression changed drastically. He never would have believed he could be defeated so easily.
At the same time, a fierce sense of danger washed over him. Every cell in his body tensed as he tried to wrench his right hand free of Xia Ping's grasp. But it felt as if a crane had clamped its beak around his hand, locking it in a terrifying hold.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. It was horrifying.
"Oh no!"
At that moment, Yao Zhong's face turned ashen. He sensed the danger growing more intense. While his right hand was trapped, his opponent clenched his left fist and suddenly threw a punch.
Leopard Fist: Leopard Strikes Meteor!
With a thud, the roar of a leopard seemed to ring out in midair. The air burst apart as the punch slammed into Yao Zhong's abdomen. A terrifying force exploded in his gut.
"Argh!"
Yao Zhong let out a piercing scream. The punch sent him flying, and he skidded more than a hundred meters across the ground before crashing into a wall and coming to a stop.
He stared fixedly at Xia Ping, as if trying to get back up. But after struggling for a few seconds, a wave of pain surged through his body. He collapsed with a smack, knocked unconscious by the agony.
"Senior Brother Yao Zhong!"
The Wuwei Martial Hall disciples cried out in alarm. They rushed over, frantic with worry.
Some could hardly believe what they were seeing. That was Yao Zhong, the renowned Martial Apprentice Seventh Heaven expert, undefeated in this area and considered the Wuwei Martial Hall's ace.
And yet this kid had beaten him with a single punch, knocking him out cold.