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"Haha, here they come!"

"Who do you think will win?!"

"That must be Young Master Chong! He's practiced martial arts since he was a child."

"I heard that in the punching power test a few days ago, the force reached a terrifying level of 500 kilograms!"

Whispers rose and fell, some curious, some gloating.

But more than anything, there's the anticipation of watching a good show.

Ji Yunshang and Ruan Lingshan stood not far away, watching quietly. They also had a bit of curiosity about this ordinary-looking boy.

Ruan Tiangang and Ruan Tianheng sat in high positions, their eyes flashing with interest.

After all, they had noticed Junheng's uniqueness from the first floor.

Coupled with the results of the test just now, the two elders also showed great expectations for Jun Heng.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jun Heng slowly stepped out.

Wang Chong stood opposite him, a sinister smile on his lips.

He was wearing a well-tailored white suit, but at this moment he had already taken off his jacket and thrown it to the lackey next to him.

He was left wearing only a black shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing his strong and well-proportioned muscles.

"Kid, kneel down and kowtow three times to me now, and I might consider going easy on you later."

Wang Chong's voice was filled with undisguised contempt.

The surrounding crowd automatically dispersed, forming a circular open space with a diameter of about ten meters.

All eyes were on the two of them.

Jun Heng stopped three meters in front of Wang Chong.

He was wearing a white T-shirt, casual trousers, and sneakers.

Compared to Wang Chong's carefully chosen suit, it looked plain and shabby.

But even in such an ordinary outfit, coupled with his calm and composed demeanor...

However, this gave many people present a strange feeling.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Jun Heng spoke softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Wang Chong's sinister smile froze slightly, then became even more ferocious.

"Good, very good!"

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

He cracked his neck.

Then, separate your feet shoulder-width apart and assume a standard fighting stance.

With his fists guarding his chest and his steps light and springy, he clearly had a solid foundation in martial arts.

"That's the stance for the opening move of Bajiquan!"

Some knowledgeable students in the audience gasped in surprise.

"Although the Wang family is not a martial arts family, they have been able to come into contact with many famous martial arts masters over the years thanks to their connections and influence."

"Especially Luo Xiu, the 68th generation successor of the Kaimen Bajiquan, I heard that when he was young, his reputation in the neighboring Hongdong City was no less than that of the Ruan family elders."

"..."

Ruan Lingshan then spoke softly, "Yunshang, although Wang Chong is a good-for-nothing, he has a good talent for martial arts."

"Do you think that boy could be a match for him?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Yunshang replied with a cold and expressionless face.

"I don't know."

"But judging from his calm demeanor, he must be quite skilled, right?"

Ruan Tiangang sat on the high platform, his tiger-like eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze fixed on Jun Heng's every move.

His rough fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a rhythmic tapping sound.

"Second brother, what do you think?"

Ruan Tianheng looked at the two figures in the arena, a strange light flashing in his turbid eyes.

"This boy has no martial arts aura; his steps are loose and his posture is casual, clearly indicating that he has not received formal martial arts training."

He paused, his deep, ancient eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice lowered a few decibels.

"But a punch of 1,000 kilograms is definitely not something an ordinary person can possess."

"This kid, could he be the disciple of some reclusive master?"

……

As everyone was talking, Wang Chong looked at Jun Heng's casual attitude, and the ruthlessness in his eyes became even more ferocious.

He suddenly exerted force with both feet, and his whole body pounced out like a cheetah!

Bajiquan - Top Elbow!

His right elbow, imbued with the full force of his body, struck straight at Jun Heng's chest.

This strike was swift and ruthless, the elbow tip cutting through the air with a sharp whistling sound!

If an ordinary person were hit like that, they would break at least a few ribs.

Wang Chong's fierce attack immediately drew gasps of surprise from those around him.

"Wow, that's fast!"

"That elbow strike must have carried five or six hundred kilograms of force, right?"

"Why isn't that kid moving? Is he scared stiff?"

However, Jun Heng remained standing in place, without even adopting a defensive stance.

But just as Wang Chong's elbow was about to touch his chest...

Jun Heng moved.

There were no fancy dodges, no exquisite parries.

He simply raised his right hand and spread his five fingers.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chong's expression grew even more menacing.

"This idiot thinks he can catch my elbow strike with just one hand?"

"I'll make sure you break all your bones!"

The "Heart-Piercing Elbow" is the most powerful move in Bajiquan, and even masters who have practiced martial arts for many years will not take it head-on.

Not to mention that in Wang Chong's eyes, Jun Heng was just a self-righteous idiot who had only just started learning martial arts.

however.

Just as Wang Chong's elbow, swift as lightning, made contact with Jun Heng's palm...

Bang!

A deep, muffled sound rang out, and Wang Chong felt as if his elbow had struck a towering mountain.

The force of the shock traveled up his arm, instantly numbing his entire right arm.

But Jun Heng remained completely still!

His outstretched hand slowly tightened its grip on Wang Chong's elbow joint, like an iron clamp.

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence.

The very next second, an uproar erupted!

"Holy crap! How is this possible?!"

"Such a powerful elbow strike, and it was caught with one hand?!"

"And that kid... didn't move an inch?!"

The entire training ground erupted in chaos!

The eyes of hundreds of VIP members were all focused on Jun Heng, their faces filled with disbelief.

Wang Chong's pupils constricted sharply, and he tried to pull his arm back.

But he found that Jun Heng's five fingers were gripping his elbow joint tightly like iron clamps.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.

"You...you motherfucker..."

Wang Chong's face flushed red, and he suddenly swung out his other fist, aiming straight for Jun Heng's face!

Bajiquan - Bengquan!

The punch was fast and fierce, whistling through the air as it arrived.

However, Jun Heng remained unfazed, not even glancing at the punch.

The hand gripping Wang Chong's elbow suddenly exerted force!

Click!

With a crisp crack, Wang Chong's right arm was crushed!

"ah!!!"

Wang Chong let out a piercing scream, and his powerful punch lost its force midway, falling limply to the ground.

His body arched from the excruciating pain, and he knelt on one knee, beads of cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.

"Holy crap! What kind of move is that?!"

"Crushing bones?! How much strength would that take?!"

"Who...just who is this guy?!"

"..."

The gasps at the scene were filled with shock and fear.

Jun Heng smiled slightly and said calmly.

"I'm sorry, I'm naturally strong and I didn't control myself well."

Just as Jun Heng finished speaking, a sharp, piercing sound rang out beside him.