Perhaps advancing to the finals would prove himself.
Perhaps...
Beating Yu Sheng would tell everyone that he, Wu Qianqiu... was a genius who lived up to their expectations.
Perhaps...
Wu Qianqiu's face was rather pale, sweat dripping steadily down his long hair.
His eyes were filled with resolve.
He crouched on the ground, bracing himself with one hand, watching Han Jue opposite him.
I still... have to beat him first!
But in the end...
With that ferocious punch, Wu Qianqiu flew backward helplessly and fell to the ground.
In the end, he had still lost.
His combat experience was slightly lacking, and physical enhancement had a greater advantage in the early stages. Under these combined factors, Wu Qianqiu's run ended in the semifinals.
As for competing for that so-called third place, did it really matter anymore?
He struggled to his feet.
But this time, the ridicule he had imagined never came. All the spectators simply watched him silently, then... applauded.
Wu Qianqiu looked somewhat bewildered.
As though he could not understand.
Why...
Last time, he had won, only to receive boos.
Yet this time, he had lost, but received approval.
In that instant, Wu Qianqiu suddenly understood something. A smile curved his lips, and he forced his battered body to bow slightly toward the stands before leaving the stage with the medical staff's support.
The intensity of the grand final was far greater than imagined.
There were only ten minutes of rest.
The grand final... began.
Yu Sheng silently stepped onto the stage, looking at the stern-faced Han Jue opposite him. "Can you... shatter a boulder... with your chest?"
He asked expectantly.
"I would rather die!"
Han Jue spoke little. Without even giving Yu Sheng another chance to speak, he charged.
He moved faster and faster, his muscles swelling dramatically