Provocation, a beatdown, the ultimate humiliation!
Zhou Kuang shuddered, a sharp pain shooting through his shoulder and neck, mixed with the burning and numbness of an electric current. Half of his body went numb and stiffened instantly, slowing his movements considerably.
That one moment of hesitation was enough to decide the outcome!
Bai Yushan landed without losing momentum, his body tumbling and leaping into the air. He used the Ape Form: Cliff-Turning Yin-Yang Rotation technique, twisting his body in mid-air to avoid Zhou Kuang's instinctive backhand punch.
In the instant he dodged the attack, he clasped his hands together, his fingers clenched, and lightning surged wildly around him, the blue-white electric light becoming increasingly intense, the deafening thunder drowning out the roars from the crowd.
There were no unnecessary tests, and no holding back whatsoever.
Having just suffered a loss due to insufficient strength in his Four-Finger Nukite, this time he must break through the stalemate with the ultimate force!
Bai Yushan's madness intensified, and his fingertips suddenly clenched, discarding two fingers, leaving only his middle and index fingers straight as blades!
Hell Stab - Two-Finger Nukite!
The fewer the fingers, the greater the power and the heavier the load!
The 100,000-volt high-voltage current was condensed into the fingertips of the two fingers, no longer spreading everywhere, no longer illusory in its protective form. All the power was compressed to the extreme, condensing into a single point of extremely sharp lightning!
The lightning at his fingertips was condensed and dazzling, tearing the air apart with its extreme power, producing a sharp, hissing sound.
At this moment, Zhou Kuang had just regained his footing and broken free from the paralysis. His heavy punch missed its mark, the old force dissipated and new force had not yet been generated. It was the moment when his entire body's defense was at its weakest and his greatest vulnerability was at its greatest!
Bai Yushan moved like lightning, unleashing the ultimate power of his Lightning Flash Step, instantly closing the distance. He thrust out two fingers straight at the gap in Zhou Kuang's chest armor!
This thrust was incredibly fast, incredibly ruthless, and incredibly accurate!
Zhou Kuang's pupils contracted sharply, and for the first time, a genuine fear arose in his heart!
He wanted to retreat, but the lingering paralysis from the lightning still locked his meridians. Although the berserk form accelerated rapidly, it made his body stiff, and he had no time to retreat. He wanted to block, but his arms had exhausted their strength and he was unable to defend in time.
In desperation, he could only forcefully channel the remaining Soul Power in his body and pour it into the Carapace Barrier on his chest. The black armor surface blazed with purple light as he did his best to thicken the defense, attempting to withstand the attack head-on!
"Block them!!"
Zhou Kuang roared, his teeth clenched, his blood surging to its limit.
The next second, the two lightning bolts struck the thick armor with pinpoint accuracy!
There was no earth-shattering roar, only a sharp, piercing tearing sound!
The lightning force, condensed to its extreme, was like the sharpest divine spear, piercing through the thick, millennia-old insect armor!
Click--
The incredibly hard, jet-black carapace cracked instantly, and fine cracks spread across the entire chest from the puncture point!
A violent 100,000 volts of electricity surged into Zhou Kuang's body through the breach, instantly shattering his Soul Power barrier. The raging lightning paralyzed his internal organs, meridians, and limbs!
Zhou Kuang's body stiffened abruptly, all his movements stopped instantly, his violent Soul Power suddenly dissipated, his tense muscles completely relaxed, and even his breathing suddenly stopped.
Berserk mode forced to dissipate!
The purple light faded, the black armor dimmed, and his domineering amplification power vanished instantly.
Without pausing, Bai Yushan made a ruthless and decisive move, piercing through the nail surface with his hand and then suddenly flicking and twisting with his fingertips!
The thunderous force suddenly exploded within the opponent's body!
puff--
Zhou Kuang's body trembled violently, and he spat out a mouthful of dark blood. It was as if all his strength had been drained from him. His massive body swayed precariously, and his eyes instantly lost their focus, all traces of his ferocity vanishing.
The roars of the audience abruptly ceased, and the entire boxing arena fell into a deathly silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared intently at the tall, white-clad figure in the center of the arena, their faces filled with disbelief.
An 18th-level Soul Grandmaster completely crushed and severely injured a 43rd-level Four-Ring Soul Ancestor!
In the luxurious VIP box on the top floor, Boss Zhao's wine glass suddenly froze, the scarlet liquid swirling slightly. The greed on his face solidified, replaced by shock and disbelief.
He never imagined that the Fiend Soul Ancestor, which he had spent a fortune to recruit, would be driven to such a desperate situation by this nine-year-old boy!
On the arena.
Bai Yushan slowly withdrew his finger, the lightning at his fingertip gradually receding, and the Lightning Armor on his body faded away.
His right arm ached and throbbed, and the meridians in his fingertips were severely damaged. The 100,000-volt current had overloaded and condensed, causing his body to suffer a strong backlash, and a trace of blood once again spilled from the corner of his mouth.
But he stood straight, his posture upright like a pine tree, without the slightest sign of weakness.
The eyes beneath the mask still shone with an astonishing brightness, their ferocious fighting spirit undiminished, only growing more intense.
He looked at Zhou Kuang, who was swaying and breathing heavily, and his voice was casual and cold, carrying extreme arrogance and swagger, clearly echoing throughout the dead silence of the boxing arena.
"I told you, you're nothing but a piece of trash in a worm's shell."
Provocation, brutal beating, and ultimate humiliation!
This duel was a one-sided crushing victory for Bai Yushan from beginning to end.
The deathly silence lasted only a moment. The next second, a deafening roar erupted throughout the entire boxing ring!
"Sea Tiger!! Sea Tiger!!"
"This is true invincibility!"
On the stands, countless well-dressed dignitaries completely shattered their usual decorum and restraint. They roared, shouted, and raised their arms wildly, their faces flushed red, their eyes surging with extreme fanaticism and excitement.
In this era of rigid social stratification, the powerful and wealthy possess wealth and status, and few things can stimulate their already numb senses.
They hold high positions and have no worries about food and clothing, but they are also bound by layers of rules, etiquette, and power, making their lives monotonous and boring.
Worldly wins and losses, deliberate performances, and scripted duels no longer concern them.
But Bai Yushan is different.
He was unrestrained and arrogant, using the weakest cultivation and the most bizarre power to crush the high and mighty Soul Ancestor experts against all odds. His punches were brutal and his killing was straightforward, without any rules or pretense.
This kind of violent aesthetic that breaks through social hierarchies, subverts common sense, and is both savage and intense is the ultimate pleasure they can never experience in their daily lives.
Power is torn apart, rules are ignored, the weak defy the odds, and a mad youth overpowers his enemies.
Such a thrilling scene is enough to give anyone trapped in worldly constraints a long-lost sense of exhilaration.
This is precisely why Sea Tiger's name has become legendary in the underground boxing arena, and he is wildly admired and genuinely loved by countless people.
Inside the luxurious penthouse suite on the top floor.
A sharp, piercing cracking sound suddenly rang out!
Zhao Xiangxi clenched his fists tightly, crushing the expensive wine glass in his hand. The crimson wine dripped through his fingers, splashing onto his expensive custom-made suit, leaving him looking disheveled, but he was completely oblivious.
He stared intently at the tall, arrogant figure in white on the arena. The shock in his eyes faded completely, replaced by an intense gloom and greed. He clenched his teeth so tightly that his cheeks bulged slightly, and his face was as dark as the night sky before a storm.
Out of control, completely out of control.
The ace boxer he had spent a fortune to hire from afar, Zhou Kuang, a Soul Master who had dominated the underground boxing scene for ten years and killed countless people, was actually defeated by an unknown boy with only eighteen levels of Soul Power.