As his words fell, the middle-aged man's aura erupted, and a powerful pressure spread outward, making the expressions of everyone nearby change.
Yun Che's expression remained unchanged. He casually brushed his sleeve, a trace of indifference flashing through his eyes.
The middle-aged man flashed forward, instantly appearing before Yun Che and throwing a punch at him. The wind from his fist howled, tearing through the air with a piercing shriek.
"Ah, a young man who can only run his mouth."
"Gang Pavilion Master is a veteran Emperor. Even if this brat is a prodigy, he'll have a hard time getting the better of him. He's dead for sure."
No one around thought Yun Che would win, because he was too young, and because the Bright Church stood behind Gang Pavilion Master. Even if Yun Che managed to gain a slight advantage by luck, he would have no way to survive in the Southern Realm afterward.
Under the crowd's mocking and helpless gazes, Yun Che neither dodged nor evaded, meeting him with a punch of his own. The instant their fists collided, Gang Pavilion Master's entire right arm, along with half his shoulder, turned into a spray of bloody mist and vanished without a trace.
"Aah!"
After a brief moment of shock, a scream escaped Gang Pavilion Master's mouth. He clutched his bleeding shoulder, his eyes filled with shock and fury.
"You... what kind of power is that?"
Yun Che chuckled. "Does it matter? If you want to settle things with fists, I'll oblige."
As he spoke, Yun Che flashed forward, charging at Gang Pavilion Master again. Gang Pavilion Master hurriedly circulated his spirit power, forming a spirit power shield before him.
Yun Che punched the spirit power shield. With a crack, the shield instantly shattered, and his fist continued toward