Rematch is Also a One-Hit Kill, The Gap Between Heaven and Earth

On the field.

Liang Cheng stared fixedly at Jiang Yuan, his teeth grinding together with a rattling sound.

"I won't be careless this time. I'll definitely make you pay the price!"

Having said that, he assumed a combat stance, his expression solemn and focused.

"Berserk!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, black-red, flame-like blood energy radiated from Liang Cheng. His muscles bulged, his entire physique expanded by a size, and he emitted a formidable aura.

"It's the Berserker's Berserk skill!" someone exclaimed.

"All attributes increase by 20% after activation, but the drawback is that it only lasts for three minutes. He's going all out this time."

"As expected of a hidden class; it really is much stronger than a standard Warrior!"

That wasn't all.

After activating Berserk, Liang Cheng took a large blade from his backpack. With a wave of his hand, the sounds of wind and thunder erupted; the sharp edge sliced through the air, leaving behind chilling blade shadows.

"A rare-grade piece of equipment. He's quite willing to spend," Ji Feiyue remarked, raising an eyebrow.

Watching Liang Cheng in his Berserk state, wielding a rare weapon, Chen Hao couldn't help but swallow hard.

"Using a rare weapon against someone empty-handed? That's too unfair. Yuan shouldn't die, right..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Liang Cheng on the field stomp heavily. Arcs of lightning flashed beneath his feet, and he instantly flicked to Jiang Yuan's front, his large blade slashing down! The wind whistled, and lightning arcs crackled!

Jiang Yuan tilted his body slightly. As the blade descended, the thunderous blade energy left a straight crack over ten meters long on the ground!

Inside Moyu's livestream, comments flooded the screen after witnessing this scene.

"66666"

"Such powerful force!"

"That's the signature martial art of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall, the Wind-Thunder Blade!"

"The blade swings with a thunderous roar like a thousand birds chirping; it must have reached the Minor Accomplishment stage. This Liang Cheng is truly not simple."

"With such fierce blade techniques, I wonder how his opponent will handle it."

Jiang Yuan tilted his body and leaned back, dodging two consecutive strikes.

"Do you think dodging is useful?" Liang Cheng sneered. "Nether Thunder!"

A mass of pitch-black shadow surged beneath Jiang Yuan's feet. The moment he lowered his head, black lightning surged out from the shadows like a treacherous viper, coiling around his body.

Liang Cheng clenched his free hand.

"Nether Thunder Blast!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the thunder blast covered an area of over ten meters. Electric arcs exploded, and dust filled the air.

"What astonishing power. It's worthy of an A-rank talent," a spectator remarked with emotion.

"It's fast and sufficiently bizarre; it's too hard to dodge."

"If a squishy Assassin took that hit, their health bar would probably be bottomed out."

"Did it hit?"

"What's the result?"

"No need to guess, he must be covered in wounds."

As the audience waited in anticipation, the dust cleared.

Jiang Yuan's figure emerged once more, his hands still tucked into his jacket pockets. To everyone's surprise, not only was he uninjured, but even his clothes remained intact.

"Unscathed!"

"How can this be?"

"What did he do?"

Liang Cheng clicked his tongue, his face turning ugly.

Jiang Yuan, hands still in his jacket pockets, stepped forward toward Liang Cheng.

"Is this your full strength?"

"Even with the boost from rare equipment, you are still too weak."

"So weak that you can't even see the gap between you and me."

His tone was calm and natural, as if he were stating a universal truth.

But to Liang Cheng, it sounded like naked mockery.

"Ah!!"

In his berserk state, his emotions were volatile, and he let out a beast-like roar, his eyes turning blood-red: "Shut your mouth!!"

"Nether Thunder!"

Three bolts of Nether Thunder snaked up from the ground, striking toward Jiang Yuan.

Liang Cheng flashed to his side, his heavy blade wreathed in thick blood-aura, and swung down with full force!

Four attacks descended simultaneously!

Jiang Yuan still did not use his hands, merely stomping his right foot forward.

"Boom!"

It was as if an ancient giant elephant had slammed its hoof down; the ground shuddered violently under the immense force and caved in, countless cracks spreading in every direction as the terrifying, domineering shockwave tore the incoming lightning apart.

Liang Cheng, caught in his own shock, was sent flying by the oncoming blast and landed heavily on the ground.

As he lifted his head, he saw a pair of blazing golden eyes in the distance.

A terrifying pressure of will descended upon his shoulders, forcing him down uncontrollably until his legs slammed into the ground, facing Jiang Yuan as if in prostration.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Chen Hao and Zeng Hang both hung their mouths agape.

Yang Yuwei covered her mouth, and Luo Xi's eyes shone with brilliance.

Moyu looked on in astonishment, and the barrage of comments in the livestream came to a brief, silent halt.

Wang Xinlong stood up and roared: "Liang Cheng, what are you doing?! Get up right now!!"

"Ah!!!"

Liang Cheng screamed desperately, struggling to stand.

Jiang Yuan's gaze flickered again, and a mental shockwave surged forth like a tide. Even though most of the impact was blocked by the defensive accessories Liang Cheng carried, he still felt a stinging, burning sensation in his brain, the pain unbearable.

In the midst of the agony, his eyes bleeding, he propped himself up with his blade and struggled to his feet, swaying.

Jiang Yuan shook his head and sighed: "To think you even wore mental-defense accessories; you really were well-prepared."

"You could have suffered less."

"What a pity..."

"Sh-shut up, I am the prodigy! Trash like you... you are no match for me!"

"Ahhh!!!"

With his berserk state nearing its end, Liang Cheng swayed as he raised his long blade, his face covered in blood as he unleashed his ultimate skill.

"Bloodbath Fury!"

"Boom!"

Burning with scorching blood-aura, Liang Cheng stomped his foot, leaped high into the air, and gripped the hilt with both hands to execute the third form of the Wind-Thunder Blade.

"Falling Blade Summons Wind and Thunder!"

Crack! Crack!

Above the arena, it seemed as if a bolt of lightning truly coiled around the blade. The astonishing momentum made many spectators who had bet on Liang Cheng focus intently, their faces filled with anticipation.

But before his lightning-infused blade could fall, Jiang Yuan flashed, suddenly appearing right in front of Liang Cheng.

"Wh..."

Liang Cheng's eyes widened, unable to react in time.

He saw a whip-kick sweep across with a whistling wind, landing on his face with peerless power, instantly distorting his features.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a sonic boom, Jiang Yuan kicked Liang Cheng out of the air as if he were a soccer ball!

"Whoosh!"

Liang Cheng's body flew at an angle, slamming into the ground like a meteor!

"Boom!!!"

A massive, two-meter-deep crater was blasted into the arena floor.

"..."

The entire arena fell silent once more.

Not a sound could be heard.

Almost everyone stood with their mouths agape, staring blankly at the scene.

The disciples of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall had their smiles frozen, unsure of how to react.

"Uh..."

Elder Huo stepped forward to inspect the situation, looking at Liang Cheng, who lay in the crater with his eyes rolled back and in a miserable state, before delivering his verdict.

"He has lost consciousness and is no longer capable of fighting."

"The winner of this match is the Chongming Martial Arts Hall!"

The entire arena remained silent.

Elder Huo smiled at Jiang Yuan. "Young friend, you truly hide your depth. It seems a dark horse is about to emerge in this year's college entrance exam."

"You flatter me, Elder Huo."

Jiang Yuan smiled, turned, and walked away, still maintaining that lazy, sleepy look with his hands tucked into his pockets.

The entire arena remained deathly silent.

"How is this possible! How could this be!"

From the moment Liang Cheng unleashed his surprising combat power to the moment he was instantly defeated in return.

Everything had happened in the span of two seconds.

Witnessing all of this, Wang Xinlong, whose emotions had plummeted from the heavens to the earth, completely collapsed, nearly coughing up a mouthful of blood from sheer frustration.

Xu Yihan did not forget their wager and smiled at him.

"Hall Master Wang, don't forget to send the rare equipment and skill books to the Chongming Martial Arts Hall."

This final blow completely shattered Wang Xinlong's psychological defenses. He had thought that Liang Cheng breaking through to a First-Order Martial Artist was a guaranteed win. He had spent resources to build momentum, aiming to sweep up traffic, the martial arts hall, beauties, martial techniques, and new students, yet he never imagined it would end like this. He had lost everything, even failing to recognize his own grandmother in his misery. Not only was all of that off the table, but he had also damaged his hall's reputation and had to cough up valuable rare equipment and skill books...

Thinking of his losses this time, "You... I... Aaaah!!!"

Wang Xinlong was overcome with rage, his whole body trembling. He pointed at Xu Yihan, rolled his eyes, and collapsed backward, fainting in public from pure anger.

The disciples of the Thunder Martial Arts Hall were shocked. "Hall Master! Hall Master!!"

It wasn't until Jiang Yuan, Xu Yihan, and the others had left that people in the venue began to regain their senses, whispering in shock.

"Who could have imagined this result?"

"Another instant kill... The Thunder Martial Arts Hall's disciple didn't even have the ability to resist."

"The gap is too wide. This Chongming Martial Arts Hall disciple is just too fierce..."

"It's incredible, truly incredible, that such a genius had no reputation at all until now."

"Did you see how he made his opponent kneel with just a look? I guarantee his awakened talent is at least A-rank, maybe even S-rank."

"Could he already be a Second-Order?"

"What exactly is the background of this Chongming Martial Arts Hall?"

Chen Hao kept his mouth agape for a long time, his expression completely dazed. A sensation of shock kept pulsing from his temples, making his scalp tingle.

"Is this really the Yuanzi I know? He's just too strong."

"What on earth happened to him?"

Zeng Hang was also somewhat dazed, blankly watching Jiang Yuan leave the martial arts hall.

Unknowingly, he had already reached such heights...

"He's really... really..."

Yang Yuwei clutched her hands to her chest, her eyes shining with hearts. "He's just so handsome!!!"

"Handsome and a great fighter, I really want to date him!!!"

Ignoring her love-struck best friend, Luo Xi took off her glasses and watched Jiang Yuan's retreating figure, her eyes filled with a hint of curiosity.

"So it really is a mental-type..."

"I wonder, between his mental talent and mine, which one is actually stronger?"