Thunk!
Xia Ping still made no attempt to defend himself, letting Chu Rong attack. Her foot slammed into his chest, sending bursts of force in every direction and kicking up a raging gale. Sand and dust billowed around them.
The spectators nearby all hurried several steps back to avoid getting caught in the blast. With the yellow sand swirling around, they couldn't see how the fight was going.
"That kid's finished. He's still showing off at a time like this."
A student from the Chu Family Martial Hall declared confidently, "That kick could shatter rocks, even a mountain. It's practically on the level of an ordinary Martial Apprentice Ninth Heaven strike. A mere Martial Apprentice Sixth Heaven can't possibly withstand it."
"Exactly."
Another person nodded. "If he'd dodged, he might've had a chance of winning. But he was too full of himself, arrogant to the extreme, and took a terrifying kick head-on. If he survives, he'll have gotten lucky."
"At worst, that kid'll be sent straight to the hospital. He might be laid up for a year."
The others agreed. In their eyes, Xia Ping had no chance of winning. Chu Rong's kick was simply too terrifying, executed at the peak of perfection.
But at the heart of the fight, Chu Rong's expression changed dramatically. She'd been brimming with confidence, certain that this kick would defeat Xia Ping, and at first, everything had gone as planned.
His defense had felt like cotton before, but her terrifying force seemed to be tearing through it, as though it would penetrate his body and strike his internal organs.
But at that very moment, the aura around that bastard suddenly surged, doubling in strength. He seemed even more frightening than before, like some ancient ferocious beast.
The force behind her kick seemed to plunge