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Guo Zhenyue's aura was like a collapsing mountain and a tsunami; his gray robe billowed, and his withered hand carried a chilling gale. With a single strike, the air froze, aiming straight for Chu Yang's crown! "Kneel down and beg for forgiveness!"

Gasps of surprise erupted from the stands, no one doubting the power of this supreme grandmaster's palm strike.

Qian Shunkai and the others smirked coldly.

Chu Yang, however, moved like a willow catkin in the wind, his body twisting strangely, and the deadly palm strike grazed past his clothes, leaving only a deep icy mark on the ground.

Seeing that Chu Yang didn't seem to take him seriously, Guo Zhenyue's face flushed red, and the bloodlust in his eyes intensified.

"You arrogant brat!"

He changed his moves again, his palms flying, and countless cold palm shadows fell like meteors, blocking all of Chu Yang's escape routes!

Each palm strike contained the power to split rocks and shatter stone, causing the arena to crack inch by inch, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

In everyone's eyes, Chu Yang had been beaten so badly by Guo Zhenyue that he could only parry and had no power to fight back.

If things continue this way, Chu Yang will inevitably lose the first game.

Injury is inevitable, and it could even be fatal.

Even if he doesn't die, Chu Yang will still have to defend two more arenas.

Therefore, everyone now agrees that Chu Yang's elimination is the best outcome; otherwise, he might not even be able to save his life.

Chu Song smiled dismissively: "With his talent, if he had been more low-key, reaching the pinnacle of Grandmaster level wouldn't have been difficult. Unfortunately, he was too arrogant and overestimated himself. He only has himself to blame."

Watanabe Chinatsu curled her lips into a sneer, "Even if Old Master Chu wanted to question him about dying like that, he wouldn't be able to. However, the money you gave to Yun Palace is probably a complete waste."

Chu Song smiled dismissively: "You know I've always been cautious in my actions and I don't put all my eggs in one basket."

Chinatsu Watanabe nodded slightly: "That's right, putting them in two baskets is definitely safer."

Chu Song merely smiled knowingly upon hearing this: "Let's continue watching the show!"

At this moment, Chu Yang's figure weaved through the frenzied palm strikes, narrowly avoiding each killing move, without even managing to launch a single decent attack.

"All you do is hide? Useless!"

Guo Zhenyue became increasingly anxious as he failed to break through Guo's defenses.

The strength Chu Yang displayed was at most at the late stage of Grandmaster.

He was confident of victory, believing his Grandmaster-level cultivation was enough to crush everything.

But his opponent's slippery movements and accurate predictions made him feel frustrated, like he was punching cotton.

Suddenly, he threw a punch, and Chu Yang was not able to dodge it completely this time, being hit by the powerful force.

Guo Zhenyue saw Chu Yang stagger and lose his balance as he was swept away by the force of his punch.

In his panic, Chu Yang leaped high backward, his old strength exhausted and no new strength generated, leaving him like a live target suspended in mid-air!

"You brat! Die!!!"

Guo Zhenyue's heart exploded with joy, and his suppressed frustration and murderous intent turned into a ferocious roar.

His emaciated body erupted with a terrifying aura like a landslide and a tsunami, and he concentrated all his life's cultivation into his right palm!

His gray robe billowed like a demonic banner, and the chilling aura in his palm condensed into a solid black vortex, bringing with it a biting wind that tore through the air, blasting towards Chu Yang, who seemed to have no way to avoid it in mid-air, with the force of a thunderbolt.

His old face beneath the mask was contorted with extreme excitement and the glee of impending revenge, as if he could already see the horrific sight of his opponent being blasted to dust by that palm strike!

Seeing this, everyone present could only sigh with regret. They all knew that in this state, no one could survive.

Lu Wenguang almost fainted.

He had just received a call from his daughter to let him know she was safe, and he was extremely grateful to Chu Yang. He was also thinking of having a good talk with Gu Yuanqiao later to see if they could resolve some of their grievances.

But unexpectedly, Chu Yang would lose his life here.

At the same time, Chu Song, who was usually unsmiling, couldn't help but clench his fists, and his body trembled.

My son's revenge has finally been achieved.

This problem with Chu Yang will also be solved at the same time.

But Watanabe Chinatsu, who had been gnashing her teeth at Chu Yang and wishing she could tear him to pieces, suddenly lost focus in her eyes and opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

The three judges couldn't hold back any longer and stood up, waving their fists and completely disregarding their status, shouting in unison, "Bravo!"

However, just when everyone thought Chu Yang was doomed, and that deadly, powerful palm strike was about to land on his body—

Chu Yang's body in mid-air suddenly froze, as if he were stepping on invisible steps!

Anyone who saw him at that moment would think he was going to fight to the death, or in other words, he was going to fight a losing battle and make a final, "tragic" sacrifice!

At this moment, Xiao Zhantian and Hua Chengguang, who had been in the corner of the stands, were also startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

Xiao Zhantian was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he would have kidnapped his grandson-in-law and taken him away.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

Even without saying a word, his old buddy next to him would have fallen out with him.

No sooner said than done...

Just as Guo Zhenyue's palm, carrying immense force, was about to strike Chu Yang's chest, Chu Yang's suspended body suddenly sank, falling like a withered leaf blown down by a gale, narrowly missing the edge of the destructive palm strike!

"Pfft!"

The palm strike ripped fiercely across Chu Yang's back, instantly tearing his clothes to shreds!

Chu Yang's body crashed heavily onto the edge of the arena like a broken sack, spitting out another mouthful of blood that stained the lower edge of his mask and his tattered white shirt.

The entire room fell silent!

Guo Zhenyue's sure-fire strike missed, and the immense inertia caused him to lose his balance, instantly exposing a fatal opening!

In the blink of an eye, a fierce glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes, who appeared to be on the verge of death.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The sound of the "bone-piercing needle" cutting through the air rang out, shocking everyone present.

The "qi needles," formed from condensed true qi and almost materialized, easily broke through Guo Zhenyue's thick protective qi and cleverly penetrated several of the weakest acupoints on his body!

"Ugh—!"

Guo Zhenyue let out an incredulous scream.

The violent true energy instantly went out of control and surged wildly through his meridians, his body convulsed violently, and his eyes beneath the demon mask were filled with horror and resentment.

"Thump!"

The dignified Grandmaster, at the pinnacle of his skill, collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, completely incapacitated.

On the arena, Chu Yang supported himself with one hand, his body covered in blood, his tattered robe revealing numerous wounds, and his breathing was as heavy as a broken bellows.

Each cough was accompanied by blood-tinged foam, and his body swayed precariously, as if he would collapse completely at any moment.

The smiles on the faces of Qian Shunkai and the other two judges froze, and they stared in disbelief.

"He actually achieved a Pyrrhic victory through sheer luck and a desperate, all-or-nothing strike? How...how did he do it?"

Qian Shunkai muttered to himself in disbelief.

Throughout the entire process, Chu Yang only displayed the cultivation level of a late-stage Grandmaster, and it didn't seem very stable.

What incredible luck it must have been to accidentally strike at the weak point of a top-tier grandmaster.

The audience gasped in astonishment at the tenacity and bravery of "9527," and cheers erupted continuously.

However, most people felt a sense of regret.

With such extraordinary talent, given time, he will surely soar to great heights.

Although he narrowly won just now, he was already at his limit and would probably perish on the Dragon Shadow Arena today.

Chu Song frowned deeply.

In his calculations, although the probability of Chu Yang defeating Guo Zhenyue was very small, it was not impossible.

After all, he knew Chu Yang very well; he had always been a person who liked to use his brain since he was very young.

When fighting with someone, even if there is a huge difference in strength between you and your opponent, you can use your quick thinking to find their weaknesses.

But something about what just happened felt off to him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Watanabe Chinatsu, who had been tense all over, exhaled a heavy breath, and her delicate body instantly went limp.

"Damn bastard! He's still alive after all this?"