Jiang Yu's palm strike packed quite a punch.
It had damaged not only Grizzly and the cage, but the audience's vocal cords as well.
At least at that very moment, the entire venue was silent. Everyone in the Fight Club was dumbfounded by the sight.
The apparent disparity between Grizzly and Jiang Yu was simply so absurd that the visual impact of that palm strike was off the charts.
Jiang Yu, on the other hand, was quite satisfied.
The young man smiled and dusted off his hands. Although he hadn't had a proper match with Grizzly, that strike, delivered through physical strength alone, had given him a somewhat better understanding of his own capabilities.
Then he prepared to leave the ring with Teacher Dan Heng.
Grizzly, who had been sent flying into a corner by that palm strike, shakily rose to his feet. His electronic, mechanical voice sounded as though he had poor reception.
"Y-young people have no... honor. You... tricked... you ambushed... an old colleague... among Automaton Soldiers..."
Jiang Yu folded his arms and looked down at Grizzly below the ring, curling his lips as he said:
"They'd already called the start of the match ages ago. Besides, didn't I give you time to prepare before I attacked? It's not like I just slapped you right away...
"And I wasn't even using my full strength... Anyway, no matter how you look at it, everything I did in this match was completely within the rules. Putting blind faith in data and information is your own problem. Bleh, bleh, bleh!"
Even after winning, Jiang Yu wouldn't let up verbally, giving Grizzly a thorough dressing-down.
Only then did Jiang Yu follow Dan Heng out of the ring.
It was only at this point that Dr. Dig recovered from his shock and shouted: