Wang Baole: I Passed Out from Hunger, or I Would Have Blown Wuming's Head Apart with One Punch

On the arena.

Wang Baole was dressed in rags, with blood flowing from six of his seven orifices. He stood unsteadily on the stage, giving the impression that he would collapse at the slightest breeze.

The monk Wuming standing opposite him was in no better shape; his robes were tattered, and his muscular physique was almost completely exposed.

Blood was seeping from the corners of his mouth and eyes, and even his bald head was bleeding.

The audience below held their breath at the sight of the brutal scene, afraid that their breathing might disturb the outcome of the match.

Neither of them intended to continue fighting; they simply stood there motionless, letting their blood flow freely.

Glug!

An untimely sound suddenly came from Wang Baole's stomach, breaking the silence.

The audience below the stage was instantly stunned, frozen in place. They had watched hundreds of matches, but this was the first time they had ever seen such a scene.

Wang Baole thought to himself: It's over, my Spiritual Qi is exhausted, and my stomach is starting to protest. I have to make one last push!

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and slowly walked towards Wuming.

On the surface, Wuming appeared calm, but inside he was panicking. With each step Wang Baole took, the pressure on him increased.

The only reason he can still stand is because of his strong willpower.

Now, he has difficulty even standing, let alone walking or throwing punches. That move just now had exhausted all the spiritual energy in his body.

Wang Baole now had only one thought in his mind: to punch the monk first, regardless of the final outcome.

Seeing that Wuming was only one step away from him, he used his last bit of strength to raise his hand and strike Wuming in the face.

The moment he threw his punch Wuming closed his eyes and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Wang Baole's punch wasn't fast to begin with, but he never expected that Wuming would dodge it in this way.

The moment his fist was thrown, he felt everything go black and he collapsed to the ground.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Wuming opened his eyes, his body trembling. Seeing Wang Baole fall to the ground, he let out a long breath and tried to say "Amitabha," but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Seeing this, the referee started counting down, and soon reached ten.

Upon hearing the sound of "ten" fall, the Wuming Wuming's tense nerves relaxed, and he collapsed forward.

Seeing this, the referee announced, "The winner of this battle Wuming!"

well...

The audience members below the stage couldn't help but sigh with regret upon seeing this.

"One punch short, Senior Brother Wang was just one punch away."

"What a pity, that little monk had a sudden inspiration at the last moment, otherwise Senior Brother Wang would have won by punching him in the face with a fist the size of a sandbag."

"..."

On the stands, Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian flew to the arena as fast as they could as soon as they received the result, picked up Wang Baole, and then flew towards the arena.

Upon seeing Wang Baole being brought up, Profound Fire Pill King immediately took out a pill from his storage ring and handed it over.

"Little Feng, this is a top-grade Rejuvenation Pill. Quickly give it to your disciple."

"Thank Senior Profound Fire, but there's no need for such trouble."

Chu Feng declined the Profound Fire Pill King's offer and said to Cao Youqian, "Daqian, quickly feed Little Fatty a few Fasting Pill."

"Good."

Cao Youqian then took out Fasting Pill from his storage bag and gave it to Wang Baole with tea.

This scene caught all the high-ranking officials present off guard.

Upon witnessing this scene, Thunderfire King of the Dharma Cultivation Institute couldn't help but mutter, "Little Feng, how can you be such a role model? Your disciple is so badly injured, and you're still feeding him Fasting Pill?"

Sword Martial King also jumped in and said, "Little Feng, if you can't bear to part with the pills, you can send this kid to our Sword Dao Institute. I have plenty of pills here."

Although everyone already knew that Wang Baole possessed the Taotie Physique, the fighting power he displayed in that battle was simply too strong.

Once they cultivate him to the True Fate Realm, they can easily provide the cultivation resources needed there.

Even if we don't cultivate a Saint, achieving Nirvana King and Marquis will be no problem at that time.

Upon hearing this, Thunderfire King immediately became displeased. "Old Jianwu, what do you mean by this? Wang Baole is a descendant of Half-Saint from my Dharma Cultivation Institute. If anyone should be coming, it should be to my Dharma Cultivation Institute."

"Hehe."

Sword Martial King chuckled, "Someone had his men send Wang Baole to the Miscellaneous Dao Institute, and now you have the nerve to bring him back? Don't you have any shame?"

"You!"

Thunderfire King was extremely annoyed when he thought about it. He was determined to teach that old man a lesson when he got back. After all, he was a descendant of Half-Saint; couldn't he have brought him back for him to see?

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Thank you both for your kindness. I will definitely convey your opinions to Little Fatty when he wakes up."

He had barely finished speaking when a weak voice came from not far away.

"Master... Master, are you calling me?"

Upon hearing the sound, everyone turned their attention to the sound and saw Wang Baole lying there looking weak.

Chu Feng smiled and took out a piece of dried meat from a True Fate Realm demon beast, about the size of a table, from his storage bag. "Let's eat something first."

"Hmm."

Wang Baole's mouth watered as he looked at the piece of jerky.

After taking the Cao Youqian tore it into several pieces and handed one piece to Wang Baole first.

Wang Baole took the dried meat and, disregarding his image, began to wolf it down in front of all the big shots. Xiao Chen occasionally handed Wang Baole a cup of tea.

This scene completely stunned all the bigwigs present.

This kid is just too incredible! He was so badly injured, yet he woke up in such a short time and still has such a good appetite.

Ordinary disciples need to rest for at least three to five days, and sometimes more than ten days, even with the help of miraculous elixirs.

Burp~

After finishing his meal, Wang Baole let out a satisfied burp.

Chu Feng walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Have you eaten your fill, kid?"

"Yeah, that move just now really drained my spiritual energy. I almost fainted from hunger. Otherwise, I would have punched Wuming's head off already."

Wang Baole said with a depressed look on his face, when suddenly he felt several eyes staring at him.

Only then did he realize that all the big shots from the Dao-Seeking Academy were looking at him. Wang Baole quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Disciple Wang Baole greets all senior uncles."

quiet...

The bigwigs were stunned for a few seconds before they came to their senses.

The Carefree Sword King chuckled and said, "Little Fatty, there's no need for such formalities. We all saw what happened earlier and won't blame you."

"Ah?"

Wang Baole scratched his head awkwardly, "This disciple has been disrespectful in front of all the elders, and hopes that you will forgive him."

"Hahaha..."

Upon hearing this, the Carefree Sword King burst out laughing, and the surrounding chief disciples also chuckled.

Chu Feng chuckled and patted his shoulder, saying, "You don't need to be so reserved, kid. After this competition, you'll be an inner disciple."

Now that all the chief disciples are here, you may choose any courtyard to become their disciple.

Upon hearing this, all the chief members cast expectant glances at Wang Baole.

Wang Baole asked with a confused look, "Master, can't I stay in the Miscellaneous Dao Institute?"

Chu Feng said, "Of course you can, but you need to explain to the elders why you're staying; that's the rule."

"Oh."

Wang Baole responded with a smile, "Master, I want to stay in the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. All the senior brothers and sisters here are geniuses, and the food is delicious. I love it here!"

After he finished speaking, all the leaders fell silent...