Chris was definitely dead! That much was beyond doubt. From the moment it publicly challenged Zhang Beixing online, this outcome was inevitable!

If it had been in the past, Zhang Beixing certainly wouldn't have been so ruthless, so merciless. But then again, it was a Black Ghost—especially a Black Ghost that challenged the authority of Great Xia and behaved atrociously within its borders! Exceptional cases called for exceptional measures. Killing it, Zhang Beixing felt no psychological burden whatsoever. Instead, he was even a little disappointed, feeling that letting it die so easily was letting it off too cheaply. This kind of scum deserved to die a thousand times over and it still wouldn't be enough!

As for whether publicly killing a Black Ghost under such scrutiny would get him into trouble, the answer was a definite yes. But Zhang Beixing didn't care! He had already made thorough preparations for this very eventuality.

His status as Vice President of the Northern River Martial Arts Association was officially recorded. This was to ensure he could deal with that Black Ghost openly in the ring, elevating their confrontation from a common street brawl to an official match. And his prior entanglement with Chris was to legitimize this act of killing it. After all, according to official combat sports rules, only an accidental death wouldn't lead to imprisonment!

If it were a one-shot kill, it wouldn't count as accidental; it would be considered intentional homicide, which is illegal! Especially since the opponent was an international public figure, the matter could easily escalate to an international scandal. How could Zhang Beixing leave such an opening? He couldn't just instantly kill it and thereby confirm his own guilt of intentional murder, could he? In that situation, even if he were entirely in the right, he would find it difficult to escape the ensuing international outcry!

So, surely no one actually believed that Chris could hold its ground against Zhang Beixing for so long because it was strong or had rich combat experience, right? Don't be ridiculous! What good is combat experience or strength against the formless and intangible external release of Vital Energy and Hidden Force? One would still be completely clueless. Not even knowing the opponent's methods, how could one possibly fight—with one's head?

Of course, Chris was, after all, an international combat sports champion and no pushover. It possessed impressive muscle density, which could offer some resistance to the penetration of Hidden Force. Therefore, an ordinary Grandmaster facing it would need to exert some effort to win, but would most likely not lose. It was just a pity that Zhang Beixing's Hidden Force was extraordinary; he was a mutant Grandmaster, utterly beyond comparison.

And the reason Chris had managed to exchange so many blows with Zhang Beixing was simply because Zhang Beixing saw that its remaining value had not yet been fully exploited. He had adopted the mindset of thoroughly squeezing it dry while casually toying with it, like teasing a dog. That was how he had created the illusion of an evenly matched fight. If Zhang Beixing had been serious and hadn't held back, forget ten moves—Chris wouldn't have lasted three moves against him. If it had, then say no more, Zhang Beixing would have surrendered on the spot. He would have given up his title as a mutant Grandmaster, handing it straight to Chris, because it would have deserved it more than he did!

After Zhang Beixing uttered the words, "Come and carry the coffin," the people in attendance finally snapped back to their senses, their expressions a mixture of shock and uncertainty. The Black Ghosts who had accompanied Chris were dumbstruck. They stared at the fallen Chris, then cautiously approached its side. Trembling, one of them reached out a hand and placed it under Chris's nose, which was still bleeding profusely.

No breath!

"Dead... It's really dead?!" a Black Ghost exclaimed in horror.

Its voice wasn't loud, but in the otherwise silent stadium, it sounded exceptionally distinct.

Consider this: from the moment Zhang Beixing and Chris had stepped into the ring and started fighting until now, less than three minutes had passed in total! In just three minutes, their leader, the former WBA champion Chris, hailed as Tyson's successor, had been brutally slaughtered by this man from Great Xia right before their eyes! And at the end, this Great Xia man had demonstrated such inconceivable power—seemingly making no move at all, yet sending Chris flying.

This...

Demon! the group of Black Ghosts thought in unison, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Zhang Beixing. What had just happened was simply not something a Human could do! Only a legendary Demon could possess such power!

It was only upon hearing their cries of shock that everyone else finally confirmed that Chris was indeed dead.

Zheng Jituo couldn't sit still any longer. He shot up from his chair, staring at Zhang Beixing with a shocked expression. "Damn, Lao Zhang, you actually did it? You really killed it?"

"Awesome! Spoken like a true badass from 203! Zhang Beixing, you're freaking incredible!" Jin Linyu chimed in.

Dong Guoning was still in disbelief. He looked at the corpse and said blankly, "Seriously? Such a massive guy... you just killed it like that??"

Hearing their words, Zhang Beixing walked down from the ring with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. "Its death was well deserved. Martial Arts are killing techniques. We Martial Artists must kill when we strike!"

"Damn!"

As soon as Zhang Beixing said this, the people at the scene didn't have much of a reaction, but the audience in the livestream absolutely blew up!

"Yes, yes, yes! 'When we strike, we kill!' So domineering! Bro, you've taken being a badass to the absolute limit!"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the livestream. I pulled her over, and now she's kneeling too!"

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