Showdown! Pan Angyi!

"I concede..."

After Chu Wen sent Zhang Liping flying with a single punch, none of the other contestants even dared to trade blows with him.

They had come to spar, not to get beaten up for the sake of "passion"!

Chu Wen had seemed fairly easygoing before. Yet for some reason, when he faced Zhang Liping, he knocked her unconscious with one punch.

Zhang Liping was no weakling. She had ranked in the top fifty of the Dragonspine Corridor!

Yet before Chu Wen, she had gone down in one punch?

The contestants who had originally hoped to make friends all gave up on that idea.

Chu Wen stood on the arena platform, expressionlessly watching the contestant who had conceded.

His gaze shifted toward the arenas of Chen Angyi and Xu Yunzhong. He had yet to face either of them, so they would likely be arranged for the final rounds.

Only ninety-seven arenas were still lit.

More than four hundred contestants had already left the field. The competition was indeed fierce; under such high-intensity matches, even lasting until the end was enough to deserve a top hundred ranking.

The purpose of the points tournament was to weed out those clinging to wishful thinking.

"Now that Chu Wen is on the field, he's getting the same treatment as Xu Yunzhong. No one dares make a move against him."

"Zhang Liping is still lying in the hospital..."

"He knocked out a top-fifty contestant with one punch. What kind of strength is that? Even Xu Yunzhong isn't that fierce, is he?"

No sooner had someone praised Chu Wen than opposing voices emerged.

"No, why should Chu Wen even be compared to Xu Yunzhong? Xu Yunzhong can instantly kill high-rank war generals."

"Why can't Chu Wen fight high-rank war generals?"

"Chu Wen only has the strength of a mid-rank war general. He's throwing his weight around only because his realm suppresses the others. As a specially recruited student who just enrolled, did he have time to temper his 'martial sense'?"

"They aren't even on the same level, understand?"

"He's probably still smug about using realm suppression to make himself look impressive. It's downright stupid."

"What he should be doing now is tempering his 'martial sense,' not wasting time raising his realm. He's abandoning the root to chase the branches."

Several students who had repeated a year sneered coldly.

"Besides, behind Xu Yunzhong stands Pan Angyi. That guy's attacking power is something even some high-rank beast generals can't withstand."

"Chu Wen will probably have a hard time even against Pan Angyi. Whether he can endure the first few moves is still anyone's guess."

"At the Dragonspine Corridor, hadn't he failed to beat either of those two? Only three months have passed—how much could he have improved?"

At the side of the spectator stands, Xu Yunzhong's admirers began stirring up the crowd as well.

They did not want to see Chu Wen looking so formidable. Besides, Chu Wen had ties to the Jiangnan Martial Faction. Even if they acknowledged his strength, they were unwilling to admit it.

Deep down, this group still hoped Xu Yunzhong and Pan Angyi would restore Xinhang Martial University's dignity!

Chu Wen had hogged the spotlight at the Dragonspine Corridor before, and most people were jealous: why couldn't third place have been them?

Why should someone who could only attend Jiangnan Martial University back then now stand over their heads?

They were Xinhang Martial University's favored sons of heaven!

"At most, Chu Wen will become a perennial third-place finisher. Whether he can become second is still a mystery."

Just as that group looked on coldly, a scornful voice rang out.

"A bunch of people who don't even have the nerve to sign up are here discussing top-ten contestants?"

"What, got too much free time? Come trade a couple moves with me."

Lin Wei wore a blue martial arts uniform. As she spoke, she adjusted the bandages around her hands.

The group looked toward her, yet not one of them dared retort.

"Open your dog eyes and watch carefully. Shut your mouths."

Beside Lin Wei, Zhao Qian secretly laughed to herself. Yet she also occasionally sized up the contestants in the arena, thinking, This is their bearing? Xinhang Martial University's students aren't much after all.

"Weiwei, you really do protect him. They were only mouthing off a little," Lin Wei teased, eager to see Lin Wei's little expression again.

Lin Wei merely looked at the crowd and said coldly, "If martial artists can use their hands, they shouldn't use their mouths. I don't mind teaching a bunch of trash a lesson."

Chen Dai scratched his head as he sat in the stands. He had just wanted to argue back a few words, but Lin Wei had directly crushed the atmosphere in the arena...

Chu Wen stepped down from the platform and paid no attention to those spectators. He merely asked Lin Wei, "Finished?"

"It's only a points tournament. Anyone outside the top five isn't worth my notice," Lin Wei said proudly.

Chu Wen smiled and returned to his seat.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he caught another gaze—

Pan Angyi.

This perennial runner-up who never showed his hand had forced Xu Yunzhong to reveal his trump cards several times.

Chu Wen had watched videos of his sparring matches online. He followed a brute-force route and had mastered the killing move, Void-Pounding Fist. Like the Invisible Blade of the Burning Blade Technique, his fist martial skill had presumably reached the Return to Simplicity level. He truly was a genius.

Closing his eyes slightly, Chu Wen sat in the preparation seats and felt the lightness brought by the Primordial Origin Breathing Method.

His Chaos Breathing Method had now reached perfection, but the Primordial Origin Breathing Method was progressing slowly.

Yet as the two breathing methods worked upon his body at once, he increasingly sensed the terror of the Primordial Origin Breathing Method.

Even if the Chaos Breathing Method reached Return to Simplicity, it could probably increase combat power tenfold at its limit.

But the Primordial Origin Breathing Method could already achieve that at the major accomplishment stage! It was even continuously nourishing his body.

Punching power? Speed?

Those were nothing but a disguise! Chu Wen's strongest asset now was this physique!

A B-grade battle blade was now no more than something he could catch barehanded! He could directly snap a C-grade battle blade apart!

A powerful physique was his greatest trump card! It was also something the optical brain could not detect.

Only the physical data collected by Yuchi Yu's side could reveal a hint or two, but not the full picture.

Powerful physiques had always been the preserve of demonic beasts. No matter how much human martial artists improved, an insurmountable chasm still lay between them and demonic beasts; in terms of physical bodies, humans would forever be one major realm lower.

"The matchup information is out!"

"Huh? Pan Angyi versus Chu Wen?!"

"It's real—a semifinal matchup ahead of schedule!"

It was already late at night. The previously quiet spectator stands immediately erupted in thunderous noise.

The two names cycled endlessly across the light screen, and the atmosphere began to boil.

Xu Yunzhong also turned his gaze toward an arena.

On the arena platform, Chu Wen and Pan Angyi had already taken their positions.

Only the shoulder drape remained of Pan Angyi's martial arts uniform, as if he had thrown a towel over himself. The bulging muscles on his body made quite a few female martial artists swallow.

"Chu Wen, a pleasure."

A vicious glint filled Pan Angyi's eyes. He was a man of few words as he slowly removed the iron blocks wrapped around his feet, tossing them off the platform one by one. "A mid-rank war general, plus a martial skill at the Return to Simplicity level—you're worth my full strength."

The sound of the iron blocks hitting the ground echoed through the venue, making many people's hearts tremble.

Pan Angyi actually regarded Chu Wen so seriously?

[Begin!]

The cold mechanical voice sounded.

Chu Wen leaped into the air and landed lightly atop a wooden post.

Pan Angyi smiled disdainfully. With one stomp, the obstacles that had risen across the arena instantly shattered into four pieces and eight fragments!

The dust kicked up by the shattered debris obscured most students' vision.

"Going all out right from the start—Chu Wen's done for."

"Pan Angyi opened with a killing move. All we can do is wish Chu Wen luck."

A group of people smugly watched the fragments drifting through the arena, mockery in their eyes. Keep acting arrogant. Wonder what expression Chu Wen will have when he's lying on the ground later.

Yet as the debris drifted for longer and longer, the dust and fragments within the arena still did not disperse.

Some people finally sensed that something was wrong.

"What's going on? Did the optical brain malfunction? It isn't over yet?"

"No way..."

They realized there was a problem, but they could not see what exactly was happening within the arena.

Only Xu Yunzhong and several observing teachers abruptly rose to their feet, their breathing quickening.

"This is... the Chaos Combat Method?"

"How is that possible?!"