Wang Jinkun bent down, his knees like springs, and before his words fell, he shot out like a cannonball.

The stone slabs of the stage couldn't withstand the instant explosive power and cracked directly, a wave of air rippling out in all directions like ripples on a pond.

"If you have guts, take my punch again."

Wang Jinkun's voice exploded in Li Feng's ears, and simultaneously, his fist came crashing down on Li Feng's face like a comet.

The sound of breaking through the air rushed in waves.

Li Feng stamped his feet, his whole body's blood and energy surging, and then the War God's power around him transformed into a sharp blade.

The next second.

The killing intent of the War God's power pierced forward like Leng Feng.

Li Feng swung his fist out, the motion akin to a knife unsheathing.

Bam.

Li Feng's and Wang Jinkun's fists collided in mid-air, instantly causing Qi Gang to shake violently, unleashing a storm force of seven to eight levels sweeping around.

Even with a distance of twenty to thirty meters between the audience seats and the stage, this shockwave still swept past the steps and seating of the Grand Martial Arts Arena.

Even in the blazing heat of July, the spectators seated all around still felt this chill like a cold wind.

"Ah!"

A sun hat worn by a scantily-clad beauty was directly blown off, sparking an unanticipated scream.

On the ring.

The clash of Wang Jinkun's punching power against Li Feng's further pressed the bluestone slab under Li Feng's feet like Mount Tai.

Crack, crackle, crackle.

A slab as thick as a fist broke apart like a spider web, and that was not the end. As Li Feng's muscles contracted, more power descended to his feet, withstanding layers of impact, the fractured bluestone slab couldn't bear the pressure, and was suddenly ground into finer rubble.

While these fragmented stones floated, they were again impacted by opposing forces, shaken by Qi Gang back and forth, directly turning into powder.

"Hiss."

Many people seeing the punch collision couldn't help but inhale sharply.

The experts from famous sects like Wudang, Shaolin, Xingyi, and Eight Diagrams also turned their heads; the power of this clash between the two was equivalent to a showdown at the peak of Great Grandmasters.

"This?"

Many found it incredible.

"I've dealt with the Sect Leader Ma of the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect, and honestly, his kung fu is mostly talk; his skills are completely derivative and really just for show. How could his disciples surpass Grandmasters?"

Someone expressed disbelief, though they admitted a master can lead one to the path, but practice depends on the individual, yet one must have something to learn.

These sects' legacies have been validated over hundreds of years, with the right environment to guide good disciples. Even then, producing a grandmaster is no easy feat.

Finding a talented, well-grounded disciple alone is rare, and training them is a decade, twenty years of meticulous effort.

This Hunyuan Xingyi Sect, from its birth to its spread, hasn't even been twenty years. They may have leveraged the Xingyi Sect's reputation, but in reality, they haven't even grasped the essence of Xingyi Boxing, founding a sect is utterly ridiculous.

The reason no one tears them apart is primarily because they care about their reputations, and the other party is shameless.

This instead has made the other party more conceited, shamelessly flaunting even more.

"Indeed, Wang Jinkun is just a rich young man, who has been practicing martial arts for three to five years. You might say he has skills, but to be this strong is entirely impossible!"

The speaker was a Sect Leader.

Everyone present knew a martial arts prodigy is extremely rare, one lucky enough to have a star pupil per generation is fortunate, followed by sparing no resources to cultivate them to fruition.

What does the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect have?

How long has Wang Jinkun been practicing martial arts?

If grandmasters were that easy, the land of Yan Country would be crawling with them, experts would be as common as hay.

It's worth knowing this national Martial Arts Tournament has practically swept the martial arts world of Yan Country clean, showcasing dozens of exceptional young talents.

Some turned their heads to look at the Xingyi Sect Leader Hua Jiufeng. After all, the discord between the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect and the Xingyi Sect had been escalating in recent years, especially after Ma Baoguo, the Master, returned home and began using the Hunyuan Xingyi Sect's name to recruit disciples.

Hua Jiufeng watched the scene silently, yet the glint of uncertainty in his eyes indicated his heart wasn't calm.

"Oh ho."

Zhang Sanfeng, usually carefree, stood up solemnly upon witnessing the scene.

"This Wang Jinkun, seems we've underestimated him."

Mo Nan from Kunlun slightly furrowed his brows, Zhang Sanfeng's peripheral vision caught it: "Hey, did you notice something?"

"Could Wang Jinkun be pumped with adrenaline, yet the Martial Arts Tournament doesn't ban adrenaline shots, but can they be this powerful?"

"What kind of adrenaline is this?"

Zhang Sanfeng joked manically, while the other sixteen strong contenders also furrowed their brows, clearly taken aback by the scene.

On the stage.

Wang Jinkun's punch caused a crater to open under Li Feng's feet, and his punching arm revealed streaks of blood-red knife marks beneath Li Feng's Blade of Killing Intent.

Blood seeped from these knife marks, suspended in mid-air.

Exhausting his punching power, Wang Jinkun leapt back using the momentum, sticking out his tongue to lick the blood on his arm.

A devilish smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"You've really surprised me, I thought it was going to be dull with your injuries. That I could crush you completely, but you still have the strength to retaliate."

"However, the more you resist, the more excited I get."

Wang Jinkun spoke as the knife marks on his arm visibly healed.

Li Feng saw Wang Jinkun's muscles under his arm's skin seemed alive; after the Blade of Killing Intent tore his skin, the muscles greedily absorbed blood, then continually contracted to heal the wound.

Is this still a normal person?

Li Feng could use muscle tension to control bleeding, but that is entirely a different concept.

Li Feng stopped bleeding, the other one is fully healing.

Li Feng coldly looked at Wang Jinkun: "Wang Jinkun, what happened to you to gain such power in such a short time?"

"Power that doesn't belong to me?"

Wang Jinkun sneered slightly, spat out a mouthful of bloody spittle.

"This is my power. I know it's hard to believe, honestly, I find it hard to believe too, but sometimes it's like that, you find it unbelievable, yet it just happens."

"Li Feng, if this is all you've got, you have no other option today, I'll step on you, and then...!"

"Bang."

"I'll crush your head straight, for being so annoying."

Wang Jinkun's devilish cold laughter echoed.

Li Feng exhaled composedly, his gaze chilling as he looked at Wang Jinkun: "You've been attacking all along, now it's my turn."

Li Feng's words were not yet finished, his figure blurred.

Eight Steps of the Toad.

Shadow Shifting.

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