All Cards Revealed, True Qi Manifestation

The fierce battle high in the air continued unabated.

Tien Shinhan's four arms danced wildly, his fists casting shadows like mountains, the sound of air explosions echoing like a continuous roll of thunder.

Lin Fan's figure was like a petrel in a storm, relying on the subtle openings captured by his Void Eye and the extreme agility of his Wind Control Art to weave precariously through the web of devastating attacks.

But his situation was worsening by the second.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his breathing grew ragged.

The Void Eye's drain on his True Qi and mental focus far exceeded his expectations, and maintaining the Wind Control Art required a constant output of energy.

The True Qi of his mid-stage Qi Refining realm was depleting at an alarming rate.

The golden light in his eyes began to flicker, and his vision occasionally blurred for a split second.

He was half a beat slow on a dodge!

Bang!

A fist made of condensed Qi finally grazed his left shoulder with brutal force!

Though it was only a graze, the terrifying power contained within still made Lin Fan grunt in pain. He was sent spinning backward as if struck by a speeding truck, his left shoulder instantly erupting in a tearing agony that left it nearly numb.

"He hit him!" the audience gasped.

"It's over!"

Krillin's heart leaped into his throat.

Bulma covered her eyes, unable to watch.

A fierce glint flashed in Tien Shinhan's eyes; strike while the iron is hot! How could he let such an opportunity slip?

He pulled all four arms back, pouring every ounce of his remaining Qi into a massive energy sphere forming before his chest—larger than any he had unleashed before!

The blinding blue light cast a savage glow across his face.

"This move—will finish you for good!"

Tien Shinhan roared, thrusting the Tri-Beam, brimming with terrifying energy, toward the retreating Lin Fan!

This strike reached the pinnacle of speed and power, sealing off every possible escape route for Lin Fan!

Yet Lin Fan was currently spinning out of control, his left shoulder injured, leaving him utterly unable to make an effective evasion!

The scent of death enveloped him instantly!

In the stands, Master Roshi gripped his cane tightly.

Master Shen revealed a cruel smile.

Mercenary Tao watched with cold indifference.

Son Goku struggled, trying to stand.

At this critical juncture, Lin Fan's eyes sharpened!

He couldn't dodge! He had to take it head-on!

He frantically squeezed out the last of his nearly exhausted True Qi!

He forcibly executed the most rudimentary defensive technique from the Great Dao Source Scripture—True Qi Manifestation!

This was not the Dragon Ball World technique of projecting Qi outward as shockwaves or energy blasts, but rather the extreme compression of his final, highly refined remnants of True Qi into a tiny area before him, attempting to form a resilient barrier!

Because his True Qi was so scarce, the barrier couldn't even fully manifest; it merely formed a faint, slightly distorted air shield before him, almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

In the blink of an eye!

Tien Shinhan's violent Tri-Beam slammed into him!

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion swept across the entire arena!

The blinding blue light swallowed Lin Fan's figure!

The terrifying energy shockwave rippled outward, forcing the front-row spectators to shield their eyes as the ring shook violently!

Everyone assumed Lin Fan was dead!

However, as the blue light faded, an unbelievable scene unfolded!

Lin Fan had not been blown to pieces!

He knelt on one knee at the edge of the ring, one hand bracing himself against the ground, coughing violently. A trail of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth, his face was pale as paper, and his clothes were tattered, leaving him in a state of utter disarray.

But he had blocked it!

Although the faint True Qi shield had shattered the moment it made contact, it had successfully deflected and weakened the core power of the Tri-Beam, allowing him to absorb the remaining shockwave by shifting his weight!

"He... he blocked it?!!"

The announcer's voice was hoarse, filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible?!" Master Shen stood up abruptly.

Tien Shinhan's pupils contracted, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his face!

His full-power Tri-Beam had actually been blocked?!

How could the opponent's feeble aura possibly achieve such a feat?!

In the split second that Tien Shinhan's mind faltered from sheer shock!

Lin Fan, kneeling on one knee, suddenly snapped his head up, a final flash of resolve in his eyes!

He squeezed the last drop of internal energy from his meridians, concentrating all his strength into his right fist!

That meager internal energy could not be projected as a shockwave, but it condensed and compressed at his knuckles, radiating a vibration that was completely different from a "Ki" blast—extremely restrained yet razor-sharp!

"Take this!"

With his final ounce of strength, Lin Fan let out a low roar and punched the air toward the stunned, rigid Tien Shinhan!

There was no dazzling light, no deafening sonic boom.

Only a blurred, nearly transparent fist-shaped ripple appeared, dissipating less than half a meter from his body as if it were merely an illusion.

Yet, Tien Shinhan, caught in the moment between his old strength fading and his new strength rising, and still reeling from the mental shock, felt as if an invisible heavy hammer had slammed into his chest!

"Ugh!"

He let out a muffled groan, his four arms vanished, and his body swayed violently. He stumbled backward in the air, forced to take several steps before barely regaining his balance, his face filled with suspicion and bewilderment!

What was that?!

It wasn't a Ki blast! There was absolutely no impact of energy!

It was more like... a pure, condensed-to-the-extreme transmission of "force" through the air?!

Although the power of this strike was far from enough to seriously injure him, the completely incomprehensible method and the peculiar force contained within caused his blood to churn, adding insult to injury for his already depleted stamina from the prolonged battle.

The arena was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned. They hadn't seen a flashy exchange of beams; they only saw Lin Fan throw a punch at thin air, and then the dominant Tien Shinhan was knocked back?

What kind of bizarre technique was this?!

After throwing that punch, Lin Fan's body swayed, and he could no longer hold himself up. Completely drained, he collapsed onto one knee, gasping for air, lacking even the strength to lift a finger.

His internal energy was utterly exhausted, his mind felt as if it were splitting from fatigue, and his left shoulder throbbed with agonizing pain.

He looked up at Tien Shinhan, who remained in the air with strength to spare, and managed to pull off a difficult smile. His voice was hoarse but clear:

"As expected of... Tien Shinhan..."

"I... lose."

He conceded.

The referee finally snapped out of his shock, hurried over, and after confirming Lin Fan's condition, raised his hand to announce loudly: "Contestant Lin Fan concedes! The winner is—Contestant Tien Shinhan!"

There were no cheers, no applause.

The audience was still immersed in the mind-boggling exchange, unable to collect their thoughts.

Tien Shinhan descended slowly from the air and stood on the arena floor, watching as medical staff helped Lin Fan up. The light in his three eyes was complex; the previous contempt and anger were gone, replaced by deep confusion, scrutiny, and a trace of indescribable... gravity.

This opponent had a weak aura, yet possessed endless tricks, a bizarre way of flying, incredible perception, and that final defense and long-range strike were completely beyond understanding.

Winning... hadn't been easy at all; it felt stifling and inexplicable.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end, he just watched as Lin Fan was helped away, saying nothing.

Although Lin Fan had lost, his mysterious performance—especially that final act of tanking a Tri-Beam and forcing Tien Shinhan back—left an indelible impression on everyone.

This dark horse may not have gone all the way, but he had lost with honor.

No one dared to underestimate the weak-auraed boy in gray again.

In the stands, Bulma's eyes were red, but she clapped vigorously.

Krillin and Goku also shouted Lin Fan's name at the top of their lungs.

Master Roshi adjusted his sunglasses and muttered to himself: "This is getting more and more interesting..."

Meanwhile, in the VIP box, Master Shen's expression was terrifyingly dark, and Mercenary Tao's gaze was like the coldest blade, locking onto Lin Fan for the first time in a true, prolonged stare.

This brat definitely held a great secret!