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

A powerful aura resounded throughout the entire venue, and everyone was holding their breath for Qin Wuchen. Although Qin Wuchen was also a seventh-level martial artist, no one believed that he could defeat Ono Eiji.

Eiji Ono, as the number one member of the Karate Martial Arts Association, has long been recognized by the martial arts community in Japan and even China for his strength.

As for Qin Wuchen, in most people's eyes, although they don't know how Qin Wuchen became a seventh-level martial artist, they all think he is a second-rate seventh-level martial artist.

"Sigh, Eiji Ono has decided to use all his strength. It seems that China is destined to lose this match..." On the stage, a reporter slumped his head and sighed.

"Yeah, the result was a draw, but this guy insisted on challenging Ono Eiji. Isn't that a disgrace to the Chinese martial arts world?" another slightly hoarse voice added.

"I think if Qin Wuchen loses this competition, he will probably be purged by the Chinese martial arts world."

"Who can argue with that?"

"..."

The chatter continued unabated, and Qin Wuchen heard all the whispers. He found it utterly noisy, so he raised his voice and shouted:

"quiet!"

The sound was like a thunderclap, instantly spreading throughout the entire venue, and everyone fell silent as if struck by lightning.

They felt as if they were seeing a towering, pitch-black statue standing before them, which made their hair stand on end and cold sweat pour down their backs.

"Hmph, shouting so loudly, are you afraid of losing face if you lose later?" On the stage, Ono Eiji sneered, and bursts of true energy kept emanating from his body.

"I advise you not to waste your energy," Qin Wuchen sighed, looking down. "To put it another way, all the martial artists in the world see me as a frog in a well seeing the moon, or an ant seeing the sun and moon."

"So no matter how hard you fight, you can't shake me in the slightest."

"Heh..." Ono Eiji let out a dry laugh from his throat upon hearing this.

"I've practiced martial arts for many years, and this is the first time I've heard such arrogant words from you, junior. It seems you've only put all your skill into talking!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a loud bang, Ono Eiji shot towards Qin Wuchen like an arrow.

His right fist, like a cannonball, tore through the air with a series of thunderous sounds, and then slammed into Qin Wuchen's right palm with a loud bang.

"How... is this possible!" Ono Eiji's eyes widened in disbelief.

"How could he... possibly catch my attack with one hand? This is impossible! I don't believe it!"

Ono Eiji was filled with amazement. He gritted his teeth and suddenly threw several more punches, each one as fast as lightning, like bullets and cannonballs, blasting towards Qin Wuchen.

But Qin Wuchen had no way out. His palms transformed into afterimages, deflecting each of his opponent's attacks.

"How is this possible!" On the commentary stage, both the host in blue and the host in black stood up abruptly, holding their microphones with trembling hands.

"Qin Wuchen actually parried all of Ono Eiji's attacks, and she seemed so relaxed and at ease, as if each one was just an apple being handed to her!"

All the onlookers stared wide-eyed at Qin Wuchen, their mouths agape and their eyes wide with disbelief. The scene seemed utterly unbelievable to them.

On stage, Eiji Ono was already drenched in sweat and could only keep waving his fists to hide his inner fear.

"Who exactly is this guy...? Who is he?!"

"You forced me to do this...!" Ono Eiji exclaimed through gritted teeth, taking two steps back to create distance between himself and Qin Wuchen.

Seeing this, Qin Wuchen shrugged and smiled, "So you're finally going to use your witchcraft? I'm waiting..."

Ono Eiji clenched his fist, reached his right hand into his white martial arts uniform, and with a snap, crushed his own blood curse vial.

"Ah!" The moment the bottle shattered, Eiji Ono screamed at the top of his lungs.

Then, with a loud bang, a surge of powerful true energy rapidly spread from his body, instantly engulfing the entire venue.

This surge of true energy was like a hurricane, relentlessly drawing in and sucking up everything present, causing the transparent glass protective shields on the two high platforms to hiss and crackle.

"How is this possible!" The host in blue squinted, crumpling his script into a ball. "This is a sign of breaking through! Ono Eiji actually chose to break through at such a crucial moment!"

"I feel like I've seen this scene before!"

A fierce wind swept through, and dust filled the air. Qin Wuchen stood motionless in the wind like a great bell, his hands on his hips, staring silently at Ono Eiji.

As the gale gradually dissipated, Ono Eiji revealed a pair of blood-red eyes through the smoke. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He let out a low roar and suddenly charged towards Qin Wuchen.

At this moment, Qin Wuchen slightly extended his right hand, raised it upwards, and a golden light shot out from his palm.

"Since that's the case... then I'll show you what a true martial artist is..." With that, Qin Wuchen swung his right hand downwards.

A golden light condensed on the back of his hand, forming a huge golden palm print, which slammed down on the oncoming Eiji Ono with a loud bang.

Boom!

With a loud bang, Ono Eiji, who was full of momentum, was slammed to the ground like a leaf, sinking into a deep palm print.

His head was slammed so hard that blood flowed from all seven orifices, and he fell into a coma.

A tremendous noise swept through the entire venue, leaving everyone stunned and staring in disbelief at the scene that had just unfolded.

Their eyes were all glazed over, as if they were in a dream.

"This...how is this possible..." The blue-clad host's throat bobbed slightly as he uttered a hoarse voice, "Ono Eiji, who just broke through to a higher realm, was actually defeated by Qin Wuchen with a single palm strike! What kind of technique is this?!"

The room remained completely silent. After a while, the referee slowly walked onto the stage. He did not count down, but directly had the medical staff lift Eiji Ono onto a stretcher.

The referee then raised Qin Wuchen's right hand and shouted, "I declare Qin Wuchen the winner of this duel!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a thunderous roar of exclamations and applause erupted in the room. Those who had been worried and discouraged suddenly became as excited as a bunch of playful monkeys.

"What kind of technique is this? I've never seen it before. This guy is unbelievably powerful!" a young, energetic voice exclaimed.

"Is this guy really at the seventh level of martial arts? With this strength, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he's at the ninth level!" another slightly hoarse voice chimed in.

"Yeah, it makes me want to be a martial artist! This is ridiculously powerful!"

Amidst the crowd's astonishment, a black-clad figure sitting on the stage quietly rose, a disdainful and contemptuous expression on his face: "Tch... You can't even handle something like this? You've disappointed me greatly, Ono Eiji..."

The figure muttered a curse under his breath and then quietly left the venue.

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