"What's going on?!"
The middle-aged man who had been kicked off the stage sat on the ground, looking bewildered.
He only felt a blur before his eyes and then he was knocked off the stage.
He touched his body, found that he was not injured, and the middle-aged man quickly stood up and thanked Su Hong.
Once on the stage, life and death were in fate; although there were referees, martial artists were still occasionally beaten to death.
Usually, after a match, injuries like broken bones were common.
The opponent could kick him off the stage, but he was not injured, which clearly showed that the opponent had shown mercy.
Su Hong waved his hand at him.
Although he competed with these people, it was all for money, and there was no animosity, so he naturally wouldn't go for the kill.
At this moment.
In the audience, seeing the middle-aged man kicked off with one foot, the audience members were all stunned.
Normally, martial artists who dared to go on stage were not weak in strength.
Such a scene, where someone was directly knocked off the stage before they even finished speaking, was rare.
"This Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur) has some real skill!"
"Heh heh, no wonder he dared to play in defense mode!"
The audience chatted and laughed, showing a little interest in the Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur).
At this time, most people's attention was focused on the Martial Disciple arena.
"Damn it, didn't they say it was a fight to the death? How was he kicked off with just one foot?"
Chen Lin and a group of students looked at each other.
"It's because this person is too strong, resulting in a crushing victory in terms of combat power."
Li Tu explained at this moment.
"Tch, no matter how strong he is, he's just a Martial Disciple. He probably can't even take one punch from my Ben Lei Fist. What's so good about that?"
Chen Shan curled his lips.
"Haha, the Martial Disciple fights are so intense, we can't fall behind here either!"
At this moment, a hearty laugh came from the pre-martial artist waiting room.
The next moment.
A middle-aged man wearing a white fox mask jumped onto the pre-martial artist arena.
"I also want to play in defense mode!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue immediately became boisterous.
"Damn, isn't that White Fox? The arena champion who's won for seven consecutive days! Today, he's actually going straight into defense mode!"
"Hiss, there's a good show to watch tonight, it wasn't a wasted trip!"
Seeing White Fox step onto the stage, the audience immediately became excited.
At the same time.
Martial Disciple arena.
A series of prompts appeared in Su Hong's mind.
"Defeated a Martial Disciple, gained 3 martial arts value."
"3 points?"
Su Hong pondered.
He didn't know how much martial arts value was needed to increase 1 point of vital energy and blood.
At this moment.
"Martial Disciple arena, one victory!"
"There are still forty-eight Martial Disciples remaining!"
"Let's see if this Niu... uh... Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur) can successfully defend his title tonight, or if there are other masters!"
The referee shouted into the loudspeaker, his voice high-pitched, igniting the passion of everyone present!
The audience cheered excitedly, and people constantly stood up from their chairs, red-faced, and roared.
"Let's talk after the fight."
Su Hong stopped pondering the system and instead focused his mind.
Then he looked down at the stage.
He beckoned.
"Next!"
Soon, a burly man jumped onto the stage.
He grinned at Su Hong.
"Friend, thank you for showing mercy to my brother just now. In return, I will try my best not to hurt you!"
As he spoke, his vital energy and blood surged outwards.
The aura he exuded was only slightly weaker than that of the pre-martial artist in the adjacent arena.
Clearly, this person was only one step away from becoming a pre-martial artist.
"Please."
Su Hong smiled and gestured.
"Here I come!"
The middle-aged man let out a low shout of warning.
He covered the distance in a few strides, rushing in front of Su Hong.
He threw a punch, and a violent whooshing sound exploded.
In response, Su Hong did not dodge or evade, but raised his fist to meet it.
"Hmm?"
The middle-aged man frowned at the sight.
He hadn't expected that after he had already revealed his vital energy and blood, this Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur) would still dare to take his full-power punch head-on.
Considering the opponent had shown mercy earlier.
The middle-aged man thought about holding back some of his strength.
But before he could do so.
Su Hong's fist suddenly accelerated.
The two fists instantly collided.
"Hmm!?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed, feeling an incredibly surging force coming through.
His thought of holding back immediately vanished.
Veins bulged on his neck, and he was about to let out an angry roar and go all out.
Su Hong, with an incredibly fast kick, directly sent him flying off the stage again.
Just like his brother.
The middle-aged man flew off the stage, landing on his backside exactly where his brother had just been sitting.
The ground even had some residual warmth.
"This... I just lost like this!?"
The middle-aged man looked utterly bewildered.
He looked at the Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur) on the stage, his eyes full of shock.
His vital energy and blood were at 89 points.
He was considered a top performer among the Martial Disciples today.
This was also the confidence he had in wanting to hold back his strength.
But the result was...
The opponent not only clashed head-on with him with a punch but also found time to give him a kick.
Clearly, his strength far exceeded his own.
"Where did this monster come from...?"
The middle-aged man felt both frustrated and fortunate.
Thankfully, this Niu Tou Ren (Minotaur) had shown mercy; if he had been malicious, that kick could have broken at least a few of his ribs.
"Martial Disciple arena, two consecutive victories!"
The referee shouted loudly.
Next.
More than a dozen Martial Disciples successively stepped onto the stage.
All were easily defeated by Su Hong.
He didn't even break a sweat.
"With my Vajra Fist at the perfect realm, there's simply no opponent for me in the Martial Disciple arena."
The continuous battles made Su Hong realize this.
"pre-martial artist arena, five consecutive victories!"
At this moment, a loud shout came from the adjacent arena.
Su Hong turned his head to look.
He saw the person wearing the white fox mask standing calmly on the stage.
"As expected of White Fox, his strength is indeed formidable!"
"Nonsense, he's won the championship for seven consecutive days, how could his strength be bad!"
"I heard someone say that he has trained a D-grade martial art to the perfect realm, so his combat power is incomparable to other pre-martial artists!"
"......"
Hearing the words coming from the audience, Su Hong's eyes moved.
D-grade martial art at the perfect realm?
That wasn't on the same level as his Vajra Fist.
With such strength, he could achieve five consecutive victories?
And he looked very relaxed.
Just then.
Suddenly, a rapid whooshing sound came from one side.
"Hmm?"
Su Hong frowned, instinctively dodging to one side.
Just after he dodged, a loud bang sounded at the spot where he had previously stood.
He looked up and saw a young man grinning at him.
"Pretty fast, huh."
He didn't feel the slightest embarrassment at his failed sneak attack.
Su Hong's expression turned cold.
That punch just now was aimed at the back of his head.
If he hadn't dodged, he might have died there.
"Damn it, it's that shameless Lin Ping again! He won the championship yesterday by relying on sneak attacks!"
"And after successfully ambushing, he deliberately crippled the original person, his methods are extremely vicious!"
"Ah? Is sneak attacking allowed? Doesn't the referee care!?"
"This is an underground boxing match, buddy. When you step on stage, the fight begins. The rules aren't that strict!"
"Hmph, I just can't stand this guy. He's clearly top-tier among Martial Disciples, yet he insists on sneak attacks, and he doesn't even feel disgraced by it. He's so shameless!"
"......"
Listening to the audience's cursing.
On the stage, Lin Ping not only wasn't angry but even waved cheerfully at the crowd.
As if the audience wasn't cursing him, but rather praising him.
But suddenly, a loud bang sounded.
Lin Ping only saw a figure rapidly approaching him in his peripheral vision.
A large fist rapidly expanded in his pupils.
Straight for his face!
Lin Ping's expression drastically changed. While turning his head to dodge, he fiercely threw a punch.
The moment the two fists collided.
Lin Ping's clenched fist was instantly deformed, and his hand bones shattered.
Not only that, the terrifying immense force dislocated his arm bones, and his forearm bone directly pierced through his skin and flesh, a large section exposed to the air.