After serving three years in prison, he swept across the land upon his release.

"Dear viewers, after a long wait, we are finally back." The host in blue said, holding the microphone in front of him.

At this moment, the competition venue has been moved to a larger venue. The host is sitting on a glass platform on the left, with the audience seats on both sides, while on the opposite bank are reporters holding cameras and filming.

"As we can see, the competition venue has been completely renovated and is now located in the larger and safer Arena A, which is thanks to the Third Budokan."

"Yes, a larger and safer competition venue is very important for high-level martial artists to compete," the black-clad host next to him nodded and continued, "As martial artists at the seventh level of martial arts, the destructive power of their competition is no less than that of a bomb explosion."

"Therefore, we can see that the audience seats, referee seats, and press seats are all protected by bulletproof glass to prevent the shockwaves from high-level martial arts matches from affecting innocent people."

"Actually, there's one thing I'm most curious about regarding this competition," the blue-clad host said, looking curiously at the black-clad host.

"Oh? Is that so? Which part?" the host in black asked in a cooperative tone.

"We know that Mr. Qin is the son-in-law of the Jiang family, but he doesn't seem to be a martial artist. So I'm very curious about when Mr. Qin became a martial artist and what kind of performance he can bring us today."

"In that case, let's follow the camera and come to the dueling arena together."

As the camera panned, two figures appeared on the stadium's large screen: Qin Wuchen stood on the left side of the arena, while Ono Eiji stood on the right side with his hands behind his back.

The arena was as big as a football field, making both fighters appear short and mysterious when they stood on it.

"Mr. Qin, I don't know where you get the courage to challenge me to a duel." On the stage, Ono Eiji, with a white wristband wrapped around his wrist, stared at Qin Wuchen with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"To put it another way, I have been at the seventh level of martial arts for ten years and am currently at the peak of the seventh level, half a step towards the eighth level of martial arts. It wouldn't be an exaggeration for you to call me the eighth level of martial arts."

Qin Wuchen was getting sleepy. Standing on the dueling platform, he couldn't help but yawn lazily, and tears welled up in his eyes: "You haven't broken through to the eighth realm of martial arts in ten years. It seems you don't have much talent."

Ono Eiji curled his lip, showing no anger, his eyes full of indifference: "You're just a son-in-law, what do you know about martial arts? The seventh realm of martial arts is already a rare existence; those who can cultivate to this level are already dragons among men!"

"Really?" Qin Wuchen yawned again. "I don't care about your so-called exceptional talent; I just want to know where you learned all that witchcraft?"

Qin Wuchen's eyes suddenly sharpened, a cold glint flashing in them, and he abruptly fixed his gaze on Ono Eiji.

Startled by his words, Ono Eiji took a step back, his mouth slightly agape, and instinctively clenched his fists: "What witchcraft? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You don't understand? Hehehe..." Qin Wuchen lowered his head and chuckled hoarsely, "I can see clearly what you're using, the Peach Blossom Sterilization Technique and the Blood Gu Technique. Don't tell me you don't know."

His pupils dilated, and Ono Eiji stared at Qin Wuchen in disbelief. Startled, he shuddered and blurted out, "Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is unimportant," Qin Wuchen replied calmly. "I just want to tell you that this is your last chance to confess..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound rang out from the competition platform, and the referee on the referee's stand shouted, "The competition has officially begun!"

Upon hearing this, Eiji Ono's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes flashing with a chilling light as he pierced Qin Wuchen: "You know so much? Looks like I have yet another reason to kill you!"

With a loud bang, Eiji Ono unleashed a powerful aura, causing dust to swirl around the stage, and his figure flew straight toward Qin Wuchen like a cannonball.

"He's made his move! Ono Eiji has chosen to take the initiative. Can Qin Wuchen withstand this punch from the peak of the seventh level of martial arts?" On the stage, the host in blue stood up and shouted excitedly.

With a flash, Ono Eiji slammed his right fist into the ground with a thud, startling the flying gravel and raising a cloud of dust.

"Tch, he dodged it? Come on!" Ono Eiji smiled disdainfully and charged towards Qin Wuchen, who was directly in front of him.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Eiji Ono threw several punches in the same manner, leaving several craters in the ground. The huge impact also affected the commentary booth, causing the table in front of the host to shake repeatedly.

"That was a powerful punch. Eiji Ono's strength made the entire stadium tremble. If an ordinary person were to take that punch, they would definitely be turned into mincemeat."

"Yes, Eiji Ono, as a veteran powerhouse, has achieved perfect harmony between man and fist in his karate, making him comparable to a mobile mini-bomb. Qin Wuchen was right not to take it head-on."

At the commentary booth, two hosts were giving a vivid explanation, while on the competition stage, Ono Eiji was putting in all his effort to keep up with Qin Wuchen's pace.

What kind of footwork is this guy using? Why can't I hit him with my fists?

Ono Eiji swung his fists, his expression highly focused, but the more focused he was, the less he could keep up with Qin Wuchen's pace.

"You're dodging and weaving! What kind of martial artist are you? If you've got the guts, come at me head-on!" Ono Eiji was getting frustrated by his repeated missed punches and couldn't help but yell at them.

Qin Wuchen didn't care at all. He put his hands behind his back and casually dodged the opponent's attacks.

"You've lost your patience so quickly? In that case, let's see if you can withstand this move."

"Remember this, this move is called... Immortal's Guidance!"

With a slight smile, Qin Wuchen extended his right index finger and, with lightning speed, lightly tapped Ono Eiji's forehead.

With a buzzing sound, Eiji Ono felt a sudden ringing in his brain, his eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.

Staggering, Eiji Ono took a few steps before managing to straighten up again. A deep red fingerprint appeared on his forehead, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Huff... Huff... Ono Eiji gasped for breath, frowning as he looked at Qin Wuchen: "What kind of move is that?"

"What?" Qin Wuchen smiled slightly. "You want to learn? I can teach you..."

Clenching his teeth, Eiji Ono felt insulted. Then he took a deep breath, and a surge of immense power erupted from his body.

"With this force, Eiji Ono is about to use his full strength!" With a loud crash, the wind lashed against the transparent glass of the commentary booth, and the host in blue suddenly stood up.

"The Seven Realms of Martial Arts—truly terrifying!"

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