A Palm Strike That Silenced the Entire Arena

With Number Nine's death, a new wave surged through the stands.

The Upper Registry disciples cheered and roared.

"Ten to zero! Ten to zero!"

Inside the private box, Chairman Xu lit a cigarette and puffed away with Boss Wang.

"It looks like Boss Wang will win this round of betting. It's already nine to zero, just one final step remains."

Boss Wang took a deep drag and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

"Tell me, Chairman Xu, do you still need to be so cautious? The last one is Li Ya, the person you're planning to invest in. Who doesn't know Li Ya's level? He's practically at Great Completion of Bright Force, beyond the Peak Lesser Completion of Bright Force."

"Someone like him is invincible below Great Completion of Bright Force, unless his opponent is a Great Completion of Bright Force fighter."

"So it's already ten to zero."

Chairman Xu smiled in reply.

"After all, the dust hasn't truly settled yet. Besides, Liu Jianming and Jiang Tian both think highly of this Number Ten. That's rather interesting."

Boss Wang clenched his fist. "No matter how interesting it is, the outcome is already decided."

In the stands, Li Jing nervously clenched her small hands.

Her knuckles had turned slightly white from gripping too hard.

"Yang Sheng is coming out, right? He's next."

"Damn, that's Li Ya? He's so tall, and he looks so sturdy. He has such an imposing presence."

"I hope Yang Sheng doesn't die, doesn't die... Don't get hurt, don't get hurt..."

Li Jing clasped her hands tightly before her chest and closed her eyes in prayer.

Guo Rui speechlessly tugged at Li Jing's hand.

"Why are you more nervous than Yang Sheng? I think even if Yang Sheng can't beat Li Ya, he probably won't die. After all, he's Teacher Jiang's student. If a High-Aspiration Class student dies, what happens to Teacher Jiang's reputation?"

Li Jing did not respond. She merely continued staring anxiously at the preparation room exit, waiting for Yang Sheng to appear.

After quietly absorbing and digesting his final insight, Yang Sheng slowly opened his eyes and rose to his feet.

Amid the earth-shaking chants of "ten to zero," Yang Sheng walked to the center of the martial arts arena.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were focused on him and Li Ya.

Even Jiang Tian stood up at this point, his gaze fixed on the two men in the arena.

In the preparation room on Li Ya's side, Li Yan sat there, watching everything in the arena.

Before Li Ya had set off, Li Yan had specifically given him an instruction.

"Kill Yang Sheng within ten breaths. Prevent any unexpected complications, and prevent Jiang Tian from rescuing him from outside the arena."

Li Ya stood more than half a head taller than Yang Sheng as the two faced each other.

The blood of the previous contestants beneath their feet had yet to dry.

"Yang Sheng, it's been a long time. Do you still remember the days we sparred?"

Li Ya lowered his head slightly, rolled his eyes upward, and wore a huge, eerie grin.

Yang Sheng pointed to his head. "Every attack you and Li Yan ever made against me is recorded in here."

Li Ya said, "You really know how to hold a grudge."

Yang Sheng said, "Having my ribs kicked broken hurt too much. I wouldn't dare forget it."

"Then this time, you'll probably forget, because you're going to die."

The moment he finished speaking, Li Ya erupted with a violent aura that did not belong to the Lesser Completion of Bright Force stage.

He moved his feet, charging toward Yang Sheng like a cannonball.

The loudest cheers yet erupted from the stands.

They were celebrating the arrival of ten to zero in advance.

At that moment, the hearts of everyone concerned about Yang Sheng rose to their throats.

Jiang Tian had already gripped the railing with one hand, while his other hand continued rapidly rubbing the stones.

Liu Jianming frowned deeply, his hands clenched together.

Liu Chang held her breath as well.

Li Jing no longer dared to watch. She covered her eyes with her hand, leaving only a narrow gap between her fingers.

Everyone knew that the absurdly high win rate of a super rookie king like Li Ya relied on his opening punch.

Even Great Completion of Bright Force fighters needed to avoid the edge of his first punch.

Almost no Lesser Completion of Bright Force fighters could withstand Li Ya's strike.

Many could not even dodge it.

"I didn't expect Li Ya to use a killing move right away. He truly intends to kill Yang Sheng without holding anything back," Liu Chang said.

The punch reached Yang Sheng in an instant.

He still did not move.

Li Ya became even more pleased. He was certain that Yang Sheng had not even seen his punch clearly. At this distance, even if Yang Sheng wanted to run, he could not escape.

But in the next instant, Yang Sheng moved. He merely tilted his head slightly.

Li Ya's fist passed almost right by Yang Sheng's ear.

Yet the punch completely missed.

For a moment, the revelers in the stands fell silent.

The Lower Registry people, who had already given up hope, all had their eyes light up.

Perhaps there was still a chance.

After missing with his punch, Li Ya only paused for a moment before immediately twisting his body, gathering force again, and throwing another punch.

He had not thought much about the previous strike.

He had merely assumed that his punching angle had been off and that Yang Sheng had gotten lucky.

"You dodged one punch. Can you dodge this one too?!" Li Ya roared.

But the next second, Yang Sheng made the same movement as before, tilting his head slightly to the side.

Li Ya's fist once again passed almost right by Yang Sheng's ear.

The same thing had happened twice in a row.

At that moment, Li Ya's pupils abruptly widened.

He knew this was not luck.

This Yang Sheng before him seemed to have truly changed.

Thinking this, Li Ya reacted instantly, leaping up and sweeping a kick toward Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng remained where he stood. Just as Li Ya's leg was about to strike him, he raised his left forearm.

With a light block, Li Ya's leg shifted upward by an inch.

Yang Sheng had already mastered the Whirling Wind Hand to perfection.

The instant Li Ya's kick was deflected, Yang Sheng grabbed his calf and gave it a light tug.

Four ounces deflecting a thousand pounds!

Li Ya instantly lost his balance.

His entire body toppled uncontrollably toward Yang Sheng.

In his panic, he immediately erupted with violent energy throughout his body.

He wanted to break free of Yang Sheng's Whirling Wind Hand.

But when that energy burst forth, Yang Sheng did release his grip. Yet he only let go to dissipate the force.

Before Li Ya could break free, Yang Sheng's hand grabbed him again.

This time, Li Ya no longer had the strength to stop his body from being pulled.

He could only watch helplessly as he slid into Yang Sheng's embrace.

Just as he was about to struggle again—

Yang Sheng drove up his knee.

Knee-Lift Collision!

This strike nearly forced out the sour gastric fluid Li Ya had swallowed three days ago.

His eyes nearly bulged out from the sheer force of the blow.

Li Ya's body was launched directly into the air by Yang Sheng's knee strike.

The next second, Yang Sheng swiftly reached out and grabbed Li Ya's arm before he could fly away.

Whirling Wind Hand!

Again! Li Ya screamed inwardly.

As Li Ya's body drew close once more, Yang Sheng pulled back his right hand.

He swung the back of his hand across Li Ya's face.

Slap!

The entire arena fell deathly silent.