Chapter 26 – Intense Competition Resounds Loudly (Part One)

The halftime break was an essential part of the competition, serving as a crucial period for contestants to adjust their mindset.

Success meant one could perform beyond their usual capabilities; failure simply meant defeat.

After five rounds of competition, Ye Kuang was gradually adapting to this state, preparing himself for each subsequent challenge.

This could be considered a transformation in his mentality, as well as growth through practical experience.

Ma Xiu: “It’s your turn again. Remember, act according to your abilities, safety first!”

Hearing this, Ye Kuang couldn’t help but smile and nod before pushing the door open and stepping out.

His return to the stage caused the audience to erupt in excitement.

His performance in the previous five rounds had left a deep impression on everyone.

Not only were his moves domineering, but his fighting style was also sharp and aggressive.

It was as if he was sending a message: regardless of his opponent, he would always use the simplest and most brutal method to completely defeat them.

It must be mentioned that after five elimination rounds, only slightly over 500 contestants remained.

Every one of them was an elite among elites!

It could be said that many had been secretly speculating about Ye Kuang’s true strength, believing that the upcoming matches would be the best opportunity to see his real capabilities.

When Ye Kuang pressed the random selection button, the venue erupted in an uproar!

“How could it be Tu Bashen, ranked in the top 50 and known as the Little Fist King?”

“It’s over, this Dark Horse is in trouble now. It seems his luck has run out, and he can only go this far…”

“Who says otherwise? The gap in their rankings is just too enormous… Facing the 50th rank is like facing the true Fist King. There’s no denying this Dark Horse’s luck is truly awful.”

For a moment, amidst the various opinions, it was clear that no one held any further expectations for the Dark Horse.

Tu Bashen appeared to be in the prime of youth, his burly frame concealing astonishing explosive power.

Though his appearance was ordinary, he carried an air of steady composure.

What was most alarming were Tu Bashen’s eyes, from which frequent flashes of ferocity emanated, giving off a dangerous vibe.

A primordial beast!

Tu Bashen: “Admit defeat voluntarily. I won’t make things difficult for you. Otherwise, it’s a different story…”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tu Bashen exuded overwhelming confidence.

It was as if emerging unscathed from his hands would be a blessing in itself.

Ye Kuang: “You know, those who talk too much often end up being ground into the dirt. Are… you prepared?”

Tell me: when it comes to arrogance, who could be more arrogant than him?

As for those who engaged in empty talk, he always adhered to two principles: first, completely shatter their teeth; second, utterly crush their self-esteem.

Tu Bashen: “Heh… very well! Very well!”

As these words were spoken, Tu Bashen showed no signs of anger. Instead, he wore a slight smile.

Unexpectedly, this scene excited the audience immensely.

Because behind this smile lay Tu Bashen’s trademark—the brighter the smile, the more ruthless his subsequent actions would be!

Referee: “Begin!”

Bang!

The strike of the bronze drum stirred everyone into a state of exhilaration.

Ye Kuang and Tu Bashen threw their punches simultaneously, neither taking the lead.

Thud!

The sound of their fists colliding signaled the official start of their duel.At that moment, Ye Kuang felt the immense force behind his right fist, causing his expression to turn solemn!

Only then did he realize the vast difference between these fifty elite contenders and the opponents he had faced before.

Soon after, one could observe his face, once still as stagnant water, gradually rippling with intensity.

He abruptly lifted his leg into a sweeping kick—a leg blade carrying the momentum of a thousand jun, fierce and overwhelmingly sharp.

“Hah!” Upon witnessing this, Tu Bashen was no less ferocious!

From a distance, their clash seemed not purely about victory, but more about using each other’s reputation as a stepping stone.

In the blink of an eye!

Boom!

A dull, thunderous explosion echoed, hinting at the savage power contained within.

Both men retreated slightly, their toes scraping the floor to varying degrees, as if feeling some pain from the earlier impact.

Tu Bashen: “Dark Horse, you do have some tricks up your sleeve.”

Ye Kuang remained unmoved by the remark. He lunged forward with a vigorous step, executing a backward-leaning forward smash.

This bizarre stance emerged abruptly, leaving everyone astonished.

After all, it was the first time they had seen Dark Horse perform such an exaggerated move.

Even Tu Bashen was puzzled, yet his hands moved without hesitation.

In that instant, the prevailing sentiment was that falling even slightly behind would be a disgrace.

Bang!

The contact lasted only a moment, but it erupted with the force of a celestial drum, vibrating the eardrums of those nearby.

Ye Kuang was forced back three steps in succession, his entire arm turning numb and weak. He couldn’t help but inwardly marvel: This guy’s strength is formidable.

In contrast, Tu Bashen retreated to the edge of the ropes, then used the rebound to leap forward, his fists swinging wide and forceful.

By then, the audience below had just snapped out of their daze, only to find the two on stage had already exchanged dozens of blows.

For a moment, Ye Kuang’s fists fell like rain, too fast for the eye to follow!

He used his fists to write the beginning of his illustrious record, transforming his raw power into this fierce collision, earning impressed glances.

Phrases like “It’s here… finally here” and “This move again” frequently echoed through the Grand Martial Hall!

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

In an instant, the entire atmosphere began to heat up.

Seeing this, Tu Bashen became like a ferocious tiger unleashed, his punches and kicks flowing without the slightest hesitation.

Thud, thud, thud…

The air roared with impact, a scene of pure savagery unfolding before their eyes.

This intense Arena quietly drew the attention of dozens of front-row spectators lurking in the shadows.

But that no longer concerned Ye Kuang. His fists, like the man himself, now carried destructive force with every strike.

After blocking a sweeping kick, he simultaneously aimed a low sweep at his opponent’s legs.

Seeing how tenacious this opponent was, Tu Bashen’s feet seemed to sprout wings as he decisively chose to retreat.

At that moment, Ye Kuang’s leg blade narrowly missed the spot where his opponent had been standing.

The audience below held their breath, none daring to make a sound, afraid to disrupt the two who were now fully immersed in combat.

It must be said that only now did Ye Kuang begin to grasp Tu Bashen’s fighting style.

This man possessed the mental fortitude of a seasoned boxing champion; whether in combat skills or agile Movement Technique, he stood apart from other fighters.

With this realization, Ye Kuang decided to get serious!It could be said that their previous exchanges were merely probing each other’s limits, and within these few minutes, they had subtly gained insight into one another.

Ye Kuang suddenly moved with swift strides, his feet light as a swallow’s on the ropes, as if walking on solid ground. His overall combat style shifted abruptly, leaving those watching below momentarily struggling to adapt.

Tu Bashen’s expression, however, visibly changed. As he turned his head to survey the surroundings, attempting to lock onto his target, he suddenly realized his opponent’s speed was a notch faster than his own.

In an instant, Tu Bashen leaped into the air, intending to block Ye Kuang’s momentum. Yet, to his surprise, Ye Kuang merely tapped his toes and soared into the sky, descending rapidly like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

The moment Tu Bashen missed his mark, at the critical juncture, he swiftly raised his arms as a shield, holding them aloft above his head.

Bang!

The force of that kick carried the weight of a thousand jun, startling the air with its reverberations.

The onlookers could not conceal their astonishment, each holding their breath in tense silence.

By the time Tu Bashen reacted, a punch had already landed squarely on his back.

Staggering, Tu Bashen retaliated with a lightning-fast kick from his heel.

Bang!

Despite Ye Kuang’s extraordinary reflexes, he was caught off guard by this elusive strike.

Thud, thud, thud!

Only when their eyes met again did their gazes shift dramatically—from the earlier intensity to a complete transformation.

Ye Kuang spat out his bloodied mouthguard and declared arrogantly, “You’re strong, but you’re still no match for me.”

“Heh…” Tu Bashen’s face lit up with vivid expression at these words, his smile widening into a cold sneer!

As he sneered, Tu Bashen bent his legs into a bow-like stance, his entire presence exuding the oppressive force of a tiger descending the mountain.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang naturally understood that verbal sparring was pointless—only a true contest of skill would settle the matter.

It could be said that their thoughts aligned perfectly: both aimed to trample the other and seize the halo of victory.

Bang, bang, bang!

As the struggle intensified, the exchange of blows between them grew fiercer and unceasing.

Clearly, Ye Kuang grew increasingly valiant in battle, his fist techniques surging like ocean currents—once unleashed, there was no turning back.

Either he would fall, or his opponent would—there was no third path!

In this moment, his Divine Martial Body resembled a tempered embryo, rendering every punch he threw ferocious and peerless.

Roar, roar, roar!

With his mastery of fist and foot, Ye Kuang unleashed a storm of clamor, showcasing an aura of unrivaled dominance!