Everyone in Dawn Academy's camp recognized that iconic stance.
...Ancient Style Fist Fighting Technique ultimate move—Dragon Kowtow.
A thunderous explosion erupted from thin air.
The crowd clearly saw that the instant Mu Fan brought his clasped fists down, it was as if bubbles in water had burst in an instant.
A ring of white air suddenly surged up between his fists and Boat's chest.
The giant's eyes flew wide open. Reflected in his pupils was Mu Fan's indifferent yet violent gaze, and a roar that shook the entire corridor erupted from his chest.
Then, like a falling meteor, he plunged into the ground trailing an afterimage.
Boom!
The stone slabs beneath the giant's back instantly shattered into powder, and the hair of every nearby spectator flew upward at once.
The powerful residual force continued outward without diminishing.
Stone slabs cracked in succession at distances of three, five, and eight meters.
At that moment, the spectacular sight of a man blasting apart the earth with brute force appeared before them.
Boat, that Primitive Beast radiating madness, had his cheeks puffed out, his eyes bloodshot. His throat worked as he tried to struggle to his feet and say something.
But the madness in his eyes gradually turned into... despondency.
Pfft!
He finally opened his mouth, but not to speak. Instead, he sprayed out a huge mouthful of bloody mist.
After spitting out that foul-smelling clotted blood, Boat finally got through the comet-strike-like dizziness in his mind and regained some clarity.
Pain covered his broad, fleshy face as he muttered the same words over and over:
"Boat... has lost."
He stopped struggling. His wide-open eyes looked overhead, at the lush and vibrant shade of the Green Shade Ninth Corridor, then at that calm, indifferent face.
In the depths of his pupils, an emotion