He let out a loud breath, his arms shook, and the tattered short brown quilt on his body shattered into pieces, revealing the lean but angular muscles underneath.
Those muscles have almost no fat at all, and the fibers are twisted around the bones like the roots of an old tree. Every inch shows the toughness that has been tempered for thousands of times.
What shocked the warriors in the audience even more was that the muscles on his back, shoulder blades, and arms were covered with shocking old scars. They were densely packed and layered, like a map that had been carved countless times with a knife.
"I have been practicing boxing for seven years and digging in mines for fourteen years. In addition to digging, I practice boxing against the stone wall every day."
Helanshan's voice was hoarse but calm, so calm that there was no wave at all.
"All I have is this pair of fists."
He slowly raised his fists and placed them in front of his chest, and his whole aura suddenly changed.
"Do you think you can catch it with your skill?"
The moment the voice fell, Helan Mountain moved.
He kicked his feet, and his whole body was blasted towards Qin Xuan like a discharged cannonball.
This punch was completely different from before.
Faster than before, heavier than before, purer than before.
There are no fancy moves, no subtle changes, just one punch.
A simple punch.
But this punch made all the masters in the stands change their expressions.
"This punch..."
The smile on Lie Changkong's face disappeared, and he suddenly stood up from his seat, his eyes full of solemnity.
Zhao Zhong's hand holding the tea bowl became a little tighter unconsciously.
This punch is no longer something Late Dark Force can punch.
This is clearly An Jin's peak punch.
In Helan Mountain, this humble-looking Rogue Cultivator actually has some peak An Jin strength!
Qin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly.
Of course he could see the weight of this punch.
It was an ultimate boxing technique that poured all the strength, blood, and will of the whole body into one point. It was the purest boxing he had ever seen.
Faced with this punch, Qin Xuan did not retreat.
He suddenly closed his eyes.
There was an exclamation of surprise in the stands.
"What is he doing? Is he so scared?"
"Close your eyes and wait to die?"
"This man is crazy!"
Tang Jin'er's little face was full of confusion. "Why did Senior Brother Qin close his eyes?"
Jiang Fa crossed his arms and looked at Qin Xuan on the stage with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Only Zhao Zhong's face remains as usual.
But on the stage, Helanshan's expression changed for the first time.
He felt that Qin Xuan's aura was undergoing some strange transformation.
That is not an improvement in strength, but a qualitative change.
A figure flashed across the ring like lightning.
No one could see clearly how Qin Xuan moved.
Everyone only saw that when he appeared on the ring again, he was already standing behind Helan Shan.
And the blow that was full of full strength only hit the empty space in the end.
Helanshan slowly turned around, his face full of disbelief.
He never missed this punch.
But he missed it.
"No way!"
He Lanshan let out a low roar and punched out a few more times. The shadows of his fists covered the sky and covered Qin Xuan like splashing ink.
But every time, when his fist was about to fall on Qin Xuan, that person would flutter away like a catkin blown by the wind, and then appear in the most unexpected place.
Qin Xuan's body skills are indeed not as good as Jiang Fa's.
But at this moment, the timing and rhythm of every step he took were stuck in the gap between Helanshan's punches, and they were so precise that it was mind-numbing.
This is his precise control over the details of combat, or it can be said to be his innate... talent.
The two were in a stalemate for about a hundred breaths.
Helan Mountain finally stopped.
It wasn't that he didn't want to fight, but that he had to stop.
His punches were too heavy, each punch consumed his energy, and his violent attack would eventually reach its limit.
His breathing was already a mess.
His chest heaved violently, and there was a fire burning in his throat. Sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead, blurring his vision.
And Qin Xuan, still standing there, dressed in white, spotless.
"You lost."
Qin Xuan's voice was so calm that everyone felt a chill.
It's like stating the simplest fact.
"Indeed."
Helanshan laughed, raised his head, and laughed hoarsely and tragically.
He knew that he had lost, lost in fighting consciousness.
That guy was obviously no faster than me, but he always got one step ahead and got stuck in the gap between his own efforts.
This goes beyond speed and rises to the gap between talent and vision.
"But I won't admit defeat!"
Helanshan suddenly rose up and used his last strength to punch Qin Xuan in the face.
Qin Xuan turned slightly and suddenly hit Helanshan's chest with his right fist.
The fist was powerful and gentle, breaking through the chest but not damaging the internal organs. It just blew Helan Mountain away.
"Bang!"
He Lanshan fell heavily to the edge of the ring, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale.
This time, he couldn't get up again.
The referee quickly stepped forward, knelt down to check for a moment, then stood up, holding the flag high in his hand.
"Zhao Clan Martial Hall, Qin Xuan wins!"
The whole place was boiling.
"Okay!"
Zhao Zhong nodded slowly, with a look of relief in his eyes.
Lie Changkong glanced at Zhao Zhong, with a complicated expression on his face, and finally smiled helplessly.
"It seems that three months ago, my nephew lost unjustly."
Zhao Zhong didn't answer, just nodded slightly.