Chapter 27 – Intense Competition Resounds Loudly (Part Two)

Ye Kuang gradually launched a frenzied assault, like the raging Yellow River bursting its banks—unstoppable and overwhelming.

Roar, roar, roar!

His fists were swifter than lightning, faster than a gale. One punch after another, his frenzied assault formed an all-encompassing, seamless barrage!

Seeing this, Tu Bashen’s eyes widened in fury, a sharp glint flashing within them as he retaliated with countless punches and kicks of his own.

The two immediately became locked in combat, igniting the audience below like a powder keg and stirring up a tremendous uproar.

After all, facing such ferocious onslaught, no one could hope to emerge unscathed!

This led most contestants to stare in horror, each inwardly questioning how they would handle such relentless fists.

The answer was obvious—they could only endure head-on!

Ye Kuang’s fists drew back and shot forth like a drawn bow, alternating between wide, sweeping motions and tight strikes. Though they appeared full of openings, in reality, there were no gaps to exploit.

He had masterfully integrated the essence of speed, crafting a personal, unique boxing style.

It was a relentless surge—building momentum, growing fiercer, and strengthening with each blow!

Thud, thud, thud!

His wild punches grew increasingly powerful, each collision resonating like heavenly drums beating, shaking the very surroundings.

Despite Tu Bashen’s own swift punches, he could only roar in frustration under the endless, interweaving shadows of fists.

It could be said that Tu Bashen saw more clearly than anyone present and felt the impact most deeply.

If one word could describe Ye Kuang’s boxing style, it would be “overwhelming”—leaving no room for counterattack.

Each punch seemed ordinary on the surface, yet contained unparalleled force. The slightest misstep, and anyone facing it would meet a tragic end.

Every time Tu Basang blocked one punch, he had to continuously parry blows coming from all directions. This wasn’t a choice to defend passively—it was a necessity!

And that was terrifying!

Ye Kuang’s unending rain of fists had already gained unstoppable momentum, delivering a intense visual impact.

This sensation wasn’t merely physical; the psychological effect was even more daunting.

In an instant, everyone on the scene felt their hairs stand on end.

Some who witnessed this adopted a stance as if facing a formidable enemy; others, seeing the intense duel, subtly lost all will to fight.

It must be said that Ye Kuang’s state was remarkably steady. As he swung his fists incessantly, he used his martial prowess to sound the prelude to battle.

Roar, roar, roar!

His punches were bold and direct, each strike aimed squarely at his opponent’s vital points.

In the blink of an eye, Tu Bashen’s feet shifted positions repeatedly, forcing him to retreat step by step.

As this humiliation sank in, Tu Bashen finally understood the helplessness felt by Li Yan and others.

In contrast, Ye Kuang remained utterly unfazed, pressing forward relentlessly. The afterimages of his interwoven fists grew increasingly menacing.

Only when Tu Bashen was driven to the edge did anyone realize the full eruption of this overwhelming fist momentum!

“Aaaaah…” Ye Kuang’s roars echoed like dragons and tigers, truly living up to his title as the Dark Horse.

Tu Bashen crossed his arms over his head, his body curled into a shrimp-like posture, allowing the rain of fists to pummel him like a sandbag—all traces of his initial arrogance gone.

Witnessing such a storm-like assault, regardless of who they were, everyone was deeply shocked.

At this moment, if Tu Bashen were to lower his guard, he would undoubtedly meet a crushing defeat.Yet many could grasp such a profound connection.

This decision tested a person’s mettle—whether to counterattack forcefully or endure the assault?

The outcome was clear: Tu Bashen resolutely chose the former!

In a flash, Tu Bashen abruptly raised his right leg and launched a lightning-fast sweeping kick.

Witnessing this, Ye Kuang suddenly burst into maniacal laughter: “I’ve been waiting for this moment.”

The scene vividly mirrored Man Lang’s first clash with him!

He directly wrapped his arms around his opponent’s thigh, unleashed his Divine Martial energy in a sudden surge, and executed a powerful shoulder throw on Tu Bashen!

BANG!

The thunderous impact reverberated like a sky-splitting shockwave, striking deep into the hearts of all present.

Both figures crashed onto the Arena, shaking the entire platform with a resonating hum.

Instantly, the entire venue erupted in uproar.

They could scarcely believe their eyes—Tu Bashen, ranked Fiftieth, had committed such a fundamental error.

It was as though everything unfolded under someone’s meticulous control.

Despite his formidable strength, Tu Bashen remained prone, unable to rise even after a prolonged moment.

The referee, solemnly upholding his duty, began the count: “Nine… eight… seven… six… five…”

But then, astonishingly, Tu Bashen staggered to his feet at the final moment.

Though blood streamed from his mouth and nose, his resolve to continue the match remained unshaken.

Even Ye Kuang couldn’t conceal his astonishment at the sight!

“ROAR!”

Tu Bashen threw his head back and unleashed a tiger-like roar, his entire being surging forth like a wild beast descending the mountain as he launched a ferocious punch!

One could say Tu Bashen was truly enraged—to nearly suffer defeat before everyone’s eyes.

For him, this was worse than being struck dead outright.

BOOM!

Their fists collided once more, the dull impact echoing like a thunderclap.

Ye Kuang was forced back three or four steps, sharp pain shooting through his knuckles.

Yet, the moment he steadied himself, he closed the distance again.

This time, Tu Bashen was clearly not in his prior condition, retreating relentlessly with no room to maneuver.

Any observant eye could see he was severely wounded.

Seizing the advantage, Ye Kuang pressed forward, power surging through every limb and pore.

Regardless of the audience’s reactions, only four words echoed in his mind: “Respect your opponent.”

WHOOSH!

A leg swept forth like a blade of cutting wind, instantly bridging the gap between them.

THUD!

Tu Bashen hastily crossed his arms to block, but still lost his balance, stumbling uncontrollably before crashing sideways onto the Arena.

Seeing this, Ye Kuang knew it was his chance—how could he let it slip?

ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

He transformed into a furious dragon, fists drawn back like full moons as he unleashed a savage barrage upon his opponent.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!…

The relentless flurry of punches fell like a storm.

This spectacle left every spectator rooted in place, unable to look away.

Ye Kuang’s fists radiated razor-sharp intensity, as if he had descended into utter madness.

Clearly, he would not cease his torrential assault until the contest concluded.

The crowd, mesmerized by this destructive display, could only listen as Earth-Shattering Shock collisions reverberated in their ears.

Even the referee paled at the scene, but before he could shout “Stop!”, he froze, stunned by the unfolding carnage.Tu Bashen swiftly maneuvered his legs, seamlessly transitioning into a lethal entanglement.

Ye Kuang was clearly caught off guard, his neck and right arm instantly locked in place, rendered immobile.

Undeniably, the fierce contest between these two had transcended all expectations, escalating into an unprecedented and increasingly brutal spectacle.

Blood-flecked foam dripped from Tu Bashen’s mouth, yet he seemed consumed by madness, roaring relentlessly as he poured every last ounce of his waning strength into restraining his opponent.

But then, something astonishing occurred.

Ye Kuang forcefully rose to his feet, unleashing a surge of Divine Martial power, and with a single arm, hoisted his 180-kilogram opponent into the air!

The scene was nothing short of breathtaking.

Roar, roar, roar!

With an outstretched hand, Ye Kuang slammed his opponent down violently.

Crash…

As the reverberations exploded overhead, lingering like echoes around the hall, they struck directly at the Three-Foot Spiritual Platform of every onlooker.

It was only when the glaring crimson flowed freely that the chilling silence of the arena was shattered.

Roar, roar, roar!

Basking in the endless clamor, Ye Kuang raised his arms to the heavens, proving himself worthy of the title Dark Horse.

Yet, when his icy gaze fell upon the referee, even the official couldn’t suppress a shudder.

That single glance was piercingly cold!

It accentuated an overbearing silhouette, naturally imposing, now revealing its first glimpse of formidable prowess!

Ten… nine… five… two… one!!!

Ding-ding-ding!

Referee: “The winner—Yinghao Martial Hall, Ye Kuang!!!”

Only at this moment did Ma Xiu and the others snap back to reality, erupting in exhilarated cheers.

The fact that they had defeated a top-fifty contender left them in a state of awe.

Meanwhile, the younger members of Yinghao Martial Hall were even more ecstatic. Though they hadn’t competed themselves, they couldn’t contain their yearning for that moment of victory.

And the one who had brought them this triumph, the reason for their unrestrained celebration, was none other than that dominant figure on the stage—an ordinary man.

Ye Kuang!