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However, Long Shuwen clearly had another layer of thought, "understanding" a third meaning that Hua Yin hadn't considered: "Do you think I can't beat you even if there's a revenge battle? I've also trained hard!"

"Huh? No, I didn't..."

Before Hua Yin could explain, Long Shuwen strode into the arena.

His opponent was Mao Haiwang, a practitioner of the Hebei Shourouquan style, and the only contemporary Haiwang who specialized in internal martial arts. Mao Haiwang was a kind-hearted and portly man, with a gentle personality like his martial arts. He had even come to observe Huayin Haiwang's trial and had spoken up for her quite a bit. At this moment, Mao Haiwang was already waiting in the arena. After Long Shuwen entered the arena, the two took their stances and began to fight... exchanging one move.

Long Shuwen's boxing style often involves keeping his hands in his pockets, making his attack rhythm unpredictable. Often, before his fists even move, his body movements have already pushed his fists from his pockets towards his opponent—a unique and incredibly fast attack that exploits timing differences. This time was no different, but with a subtle difference: the speed was significantly increased. It wasn't the timing that was faster, but rather an improvement in his overall physical abilities that greatly enhanced his movement speed.

This battle can be seen as a clash between a "superficial version of force dissipation" and "bankruptcy office super speed." To put it simply, can Long Shuwen's speed prevent Mao Haiwang's internal martial arts from reacting? As for the answer... Yes!

Long Shuwen's rapid attack had already surpassed Mao Haiwang's reaction ability, not to mention his ability to use his internal energy to neutralize the force. He was hit on the forehead by the fast punch and immediately lost consciousness. All the variations of his internal martial arts were no longer possible.

The outcome is decided; it's another resounding victory.

"Amazing!" Hua Yin praised Long Shuwen: "It seems that Uncle Long has been doing basic training for the past six months, and his physical fitness has greatly improved."

Long Shuwen lost to Hana's first appearance of "Fengxian" at the "BIG" Grand Prix. In that kind of brawling tournament, he consistently managed to land hits on Hana, so he attributed his defeat primarily to insufficient physical strength, unable to withstand Hana's recoil. Therefore, after recovering from his injury, Long Shuwen frantically trained his muscles, raising his physical abilities, which had been declining due to age, to a new level. He believed that if he encountered "Fengxian" again, he wouldn't break his hand bones!

When you don't know which direction to cultivate, you should train your muscles. In most cases, it will have some effect. Maybe quantitative change will lead to qualitative change. This is the right path of martial arts... Emmm, this principle should not apply to Long Shuwen and Huayin, but the two of them may not meet. Let Long Shuwen maintain his confidence for a while. At least there are still three matches in the first round.

Soon the sixth match of the Grand Tournament will begin. The host announces: "Next, we invite the King of the Sea from Jiangsu Province Dragon King Fist to face Muhammad Ali II, the son of a legendary figure in American boxing."

"Oh, it's his turn to play." Hanon walked to the sidelines to watch the match.

When Xiao Ali saw Hua Yin, he waved and said, "Oh, Miss Ye, are you here to cheer me on?"

Hana narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Yes, I hope you make it through the first round smoothly~" [Then I'll give you a good beating]

"Haha, you don't need to worry about that. I'm sure I'll win no matter how you fight me. What I'm worried about is that the audience won't get enough of the show~" Little Ali was very confident and even demonstrated a few jabs in front of Hanon.

"Hmm, his jabs are quite fast. He's already at this level even when he's just casually showing off. If he goes all out, he might be on par with Gaolang." Xiao Ali's impressive display of skill did indeed surprise Hanon a little. "It seems that to teach him a lesson, we'll have to show some real ability."

Since Little Ali is so strong that even Kanon has to take him seriously, then his opponent...

"Duang!" The gong rang out, the match began, and in the blink of an eye, only the Sea King fell.

Another sell-out...

"Hey, hey, hey, what are we here to watch? Is this still the Grand Arena?" The audience couldn't sit still anymore. Every match was a 1-second kill. What was this? Watching one or two matches occasionally was exciting, but doing it every single time was torture.

"Awooo!" Suddenly, Neptune let out a loud shout, pulled himself up from the ground, and pounced on Little Ali again.

"Wow! He wasn't instantly killed!" The audience cheered: "Another person who can withstand two hits from his opponent has appeared! Extinction King is awesome! Long live Extinction King!"

The audience erupted in deafening cheers, even forgetting that Aquaman was the weaker party. Sigh, pushing the audience to this point, the first round of the Grand Tournament was a complete failure. It's like waiting a hundred years for only ten seconds.

Aside from Aquaman, who lived up to expectations, chasing and attacking amidst cheers, he forced Little Ali to run around the field, unable to fight back.

In the stands, Kanon's "friends and family" were also watching the fight. Although Suoh Miho was not skilled in martial arts, she had watched so many battles with Kanon and was somewhat familiar with fighting. At this moment, she was giving her judgment: "This guy, except for Kaioh, is over two meters tall and looks a bit like Jack Vanma. His huge physique is what allows him to withstand that punch."

But Adam, the real expert in the "friends and family group," shook his head: "Sigh, no, BOSS. The reason that Aquaman is still standing is because Fvcking Boxing Boy didn't use his full strength in the first punch."

"Huh?" Miho was stunned.

Adam gritted his teeth, looking down on Ali's behavior: "This guy really likes to show off... Humph, like father, like son, his dad likes to do the same thing."

It turns out that when Muhammad Ali was as young as his son, he was also very arrogant. He once told his coach, "If you're in a hurry to pick up girls tonight, I'll knock this guy down in the first round." Although this was the opposite of Muhammad Ali deliberately stalling for time, both father and son were essentially arbitrarily arranging the pace of the match when they were far superior to their opponents, which was a way of showing off their strength.

Sure enough, after chasing and fighting for a while, Aquaman couldn't even touch Little Ali. Instead, his punching patterns were figured out. When Little Ali got annoyed, he landed another punch on Aquaman's chin. This time, he didn't hold back. After Aquaman fell down, he couldn't get up again.

"What...?" The audience's cheers instantly subsided: "So it was only two punches after all."

Author's Note: Whew, today's journey is temporarily over, time to start writing. It's a bit late, but there will still be four updates today, and two more tonight. Tomorrow might be tough.

Section 678, Chapter 671: Brute force means one can do whatever one wants.

Little Ali won with one strike—no, two strikes—and as he walked back, he flexed his muscles at Hana on the sidelines: "Miss Ye, are you really not considering a date with me? I know you like girls, but bisexuality isn't very common..."

"No, I will always love women."

Seeing that Hua Yin's eyes were practically rolling out of their sockets, Xiao Ali stopped insisting, shrugged, and went backstage. This playboy was just joking with Hua Yin; he quickly started teasing other things: "Oh dear, is this Chinese competition going to be over in one night? That must be exhausting! Top boxers' matches are often spaced out by months or even years."

Seeing that Xiao Ali had gone backstage, and considering that there were still people backstage such as Lie Haiwang, who was in a state of deep resentment, Guo Haihuang, who was cunning and pretending, and Long Shuwen, who was thinking about a revenge battle, Huayin decided to stay on the sidelines and continue watching the match. The first round of the competition was coming to an end, and now the two fighters were Shandong Vajra Fist Yang Haiwang and the American Nu Li'an Haiwang, also known as Dorian.

"Is Dorian really stupid?" Although Kanon defeated Dorian herself, she didn't have a deep understanding of Dorian's mental world. Especially after hearing Oliva say that Dorian had been spared the death penalty because of his mental problems, she couldn't help but think more about it.

She looked at Dorian, who was eating candy in the arena with an innocent expression, and wondered, "Could he be faking his madness just to avoid being executed?"

Dorian's opponent, Yang Haiwang, prepared for the match seriously. As soon as the gong sounded, he rushed out and delivered a powerful punch that landed squarely on Dorian's face, leaving him momentarily stunned. Immediately afterward, Yang Haiwang's heavy punches rained down on Dorian. It was remarkable that a master specializing in hard martial arts could execute his attacks so swiftly and relentlessly, landing blow after blow.

"Sigh, he's probably really stupid." After observing for a while, Hanon realized that Dorian wasn't deliberately controlling his movements; his body's reactions were quite genuine. Thinking about it, she realized Dorian didn't really need to be afraid of the death penalty; he'd escaped it once before…

Relying on instinct, the mentally challenged Dorian, having been badly beaten by Yang Haiwang, suddenly threw a punch with incredible speed, reaching Yang Haiwang in the blink of an eye, startling him. However, Dorian, unfamiliar with changing tactics, missed his punch and froze in place. Yang Haiwang, now recovered and filled with shame and anger, launched a powerful counterattack, striking Dorian in vital areas such as his chin and philtrum, before finally delivering a sweeping kick that knocked him to the ground, where he lost consciousness.

"Oh, Yang Haiwang has won!" The audience began to applaud and praise, "Although the situation is still one-sided, at least it lasted for a long time, not bad, not bad."

In the twisted grand arena tournament, Guo Haihuang's arrangement was very straightforward—the weak would be eliminated in the first round! The remaining people were all high-quality strongmen: Hanma Yujiro, Retsu Kaioh, Guo Haihuang, Kanon, Ryu Shuwen, and Xiao Ali. In the world of martial arts, this lineup was simply too luxurious!

The consecutive quick kills caused audience fatigue, which in turn led to some venting and mockery of the match. When the mockery reached Yang Haiwang's ears, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he listened. He had spent so much time and thrown so many punches to defeat his opponent, so wouldn't he become the weakest one among the qualifying players?

Moreover, Yang Haiwang knew in his heart that his attacks... would they really be effective against Nu Li'an Haiwang?

"Have a candy." Oliva had somehow walked onto the ring, squatted down next to Dorian, and fed him a candy. Dorian seemed to gain new strength after eating the candy, and suddenly stood up as if nothing had happened.

"Wow, the Angry Sea King is truly amazing! He withstood such a fierce attack, yet he still managed to walk out of the arena on his own two legs." The commentator suggested, "This is the spirit of a martial artist! Let's give him a round of applause."

"Clap clap clap..." The audience applauded with great courtesy, a stark contrast to the earlier teasing. Hearing this, Yang Haiwang, who was already feeling guilty, felt his face burning and his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Wait a minute!" Finally, unable to contain himself any longer, Yang Haiwang shouted to stop Oliva and Dorian: "Don't go!"

Dorian didn't stop and walked straight into the passage, while Oliva turned around: "What's wrong? Brother Yang, you've already won~"

"No! This Westerner doesn't deserve to be called the Sea King!" Yang Haiwang said, "He didn't even use his full strength!"

Oliva frowned slightly: "The battle is over. You won, and that's it. Do you have any different opinions?"

"Fight me again!" Yang Haiwang didn't realize what he was saying; he was simply blinded by shame and anger. "True victory is when one side can't walk off the ring on their own!"

Hua Yin sighed, unable to contain her吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or sarcastic remarks): "So, none of the people you've fought ever walked off the stage standing up? I've heard that line before. Are you the senior disciple of Duan Shui Liu?"

Yang Haiwang's words were completely unreasonable and highly sarcastic. Oliva's expression didn't change, but his heart was in turmoil: "Yang, Dorian is crazy... Can I be your opponent?"

"You?" Yang Haiwang looked at Oliva's muscles, which he had never seen before. They were incredibly muscular, strong, and full of power. People overwhelmed by such a powerful sense of oppression often feel anger in addition to fear—anger at their own powerlessness, which their brains mistake for anger towards an enemy. Yang Haiwang was no exception. He angrily rebuked Oliva: "Hmph, don't think you're so great just because you have some brute strength!"

Oliva raised his hand and put a piece of candy in his mouth: "Sorry, brute force really does allow you to do whatever you want."

Oliva's strength was enough to make Adam's spine muscles tense up. He reached out and grabbed Yang Haiwang's arm. Yang Haiwang immediately felt that the strength was overwhelming and he couldn't break free at all. So Yang Haiwang kicked Oliva in the face. Oliva's sunglasses flew off and his hand loosened. He was unharmed. He let go only to ask one question: "So, are we really going to fight?"

"If you defeat me, the title of Sea King will be yours!" Now, Yang Haiwang had staked everything, or rather, he was like a drunkard having a fit of madness, completely unaware of what he was doing.

Many drunkards like to take off their clothes, and Yang Haiwang was no exception. He tore open his shirt, revealing his muscular physique and rock-like muscles: "My Vajra Fist can turn my body into a diamond, able to withstand blows from chains, being crushed by wheels, and even cannonballs from old-fashioned cannons! I've been battered by a waterfall with a 30-meter drop; neither broken rocks nor high-pressure water could do anything to me! Let me be frank, the difference in our strength is enormous! So fight me to your heart's content!"

Oliva didn't make a move, and didn't even listen to Yang Haiwang's nagging. Instead, he kept staring at the entrance passage—Huayin was there, and Oliva was looking at Huayin.

No, Oliva is waiting for Guo Haihuang.

A moment later, Guo Haihuang wheeled himself to the sidelines and nodded slightly. His meaning represented the Chinese Martial Arts Province, which was that Oliva could fight Yang Haiwang, and the "prize" mentioned by Yang Haiwang was also recognized by the Martial Arts Province.

Oliva's gaze then shifted to Kanon: "Sea King... There are some remarkable figures among the Sea Kings. Becoming the Sea King doesn't seem like a bad idea."

Oliva reached out again—not with a fist, but simply placed his hand on Yang Haiwang's head. He didn't even glance at Yang Haiwang from beginning to end, just like compressing an empty soda can, casually pressing down...

"Crackling crackling crackling..." A terrifying cracking sound came from Yang Haiwang's body. It was the sound of many bones in his body breaking or dislocating. Diamond, also known as diamond, although it has the hardest hardness in the world, does not have much rigidity. Oliva simply exerted his power and twisted the diamond.

Having brute force means you can do whatever you want.

Author's Note: It's late again, but it's a special circumstance~ There will be another chapter in a bit. There will most likely be two updates tomorrow.

Section 679, Chapter 672: China vs. Japan and the United States

The final battle of the first round of the Grand Tournament has begun, featuring the headmaster of Japanese Paolinji Kungfu, Jikai, against Chen Haiwang of Fujian Sanhequan. The two fought back and forth, and the audience finally witnessed a "normal" battle!

It's really not easy. The battle between Yang Haiwang and Nu Li'an Haiwang was one-sided. It's even worse when Oliva took the stage - he was still instantly killed.

Oliva gracefully returned backstage, while Yang Haiwang lay sprawled on the ground, his entire body almost limp as mud... It was too pitiful.

Even with Hana's experience, it was rare to see a martial artist beaten so badly; it felt worse than death. That's right, Yang Haiwang didn't die, but he suffered a severe spinal injury and multiple fractures, and it was uncertain whether he would be able to live independently in the future.

Hua Yin sighed and silently sent two messages to Hao Hongye and Ying Chu, hoping that these two best doctors she knew could make a temporary trip to China to help treat Yang Haiwang. Hua Yin wasn't familiar with Yang Haiwang and even wanted to criticize his behavior just now, but Yang Haiwang didn't deserve such serious injury; this was Hua Yin's humanitarian concern.

Furthermore, because of this incident, Hanon's opinion of Oliva has changed. The so-called "most free man" is not only physically free, but also mentally undisciplined. His impulsive act of causing Yang Haiwang harm that could affect his entire life is far too domineering. It seems that Oliva is not the always smiling and gentle senior he always was.

After sending the text message, Kanon lost interest in watching the game and walked backstage dejectedly. On the way, she found Guo Haihuang and Hanma Yujiro together. The two veterans seemed to be in high spirits.

“King Jikai will win,” Yujiro Hanma said.

Guo Haihuang chuckled: "Oh my, I heard you're always traveling around the world and rarely return to Japan. I didn't expect you to be such a patriot. Is it because Ji Haiwang is Japanese that you think highly of him?"

"Stop talking nonsense, old man." Yujiro said disdainfully, "You may be old, but you're not senile, are you? It's a fact that Ji Haiwang is one or two levels stronger than Chen Haiwang. Your Chinese martial arts are also on the verge of collapse, and you still want to maintain its dignity... How ridiculous, how ridiculous, just like that stupid pig provoking Oliva just now."

"Hehe, so you can't count, huh?" Guo Haihuang wasn't angry, but his tone became increasingly sarcastic: "It's clearly four to four, and it's still unknown who will win the title of Haihuang."

Ah, that's true. If we assume that Ji Haiwang advances, then the Chinese players in the top eight are Guo Haihuang, Lie Haiwang, Long Shuwen, and Hanon, while the foreign players are Yujiro, Xiao Ali, Oliva, and Ji Haiwang, making it exactly half each.

Yujiro suddenly strode forward, getting extremely close to Guo Haihuang: "Don't think I don't know your tricks, old man! There's no such thing as a pre-arranged group; you arranged everything on your own!"

Uh, it seems Hanon overheard something she shouldn't have? The so-called competition schedule was originally supposed to be arranged by the Martial Arts Department, but because of Hanon's appearance, the three elders of the Martial Arts Department were dismissed, and the new elders who took over were completely puppets of Guo Haihuang. Guo Haihuang has taken over the decision-making of all major events, including the schedule of the Grand Tournament. Originally, the order of the matches was announced only after each match was fought, which was the old practice of the Grand Tournament, but that only applied to the first round. Now, Guo Haihuang has "scrambled" the order of the subsequent rounds as well. To put it bluntly, it's completely opaque; he can arrange whoever he wants to face off, it's a complete insider manipulation.

However, Guo Haihuang didn't deliberately hide this from Hanon. Even without listening to their conversation, Hanon already understood most of the situation. Now, Guo Haihuang was just as frank with Yujiro: "So what? I didn't let you foreign experts fight each other right from the start. The first round simply eliminated the weaker ones."

Yujiro noticed: "The first round? The first round was like this, but what about the second round?"

"Hehehe..." Guo Haihuang chuckled sinisterly, "Isn't the situation just right now? Four against four, let my Chinese martial artists form a team and fight against your Japanese and American allied martial artists."

Yujiro Hanma laughed too: "Hahahaha... Team battle? This is the first time in my life that I, Yujiro Hanma, have participated in a team battle~ Who should I choose as my opponent? You, old man? Or Hanako? Hmm, you might be getting old and dying soon. You are more tempting because you are in a hurry. Hanako still has room to grow... Actually, there is no need for four-on-four. One-on-four is fine too."