Wang Chao’s legwork was formidable, and his technique had surpassed that of the sallow-faced martial artist who had fought Xiaoshan earlier.
If the sallow-faced martial artist could snap a wooden post as thick as a bowl,
then Wang Chao’s legs could snap steel rebar.
His axe-like leg split carried a hint of the martial dao’s essence, turning his enemies into what seed true victims of a giant axe.
Yet Xiaoshan had not detected any trace of inner strength in Wang Chao.
This man had not cultivated in the martial dao, but his power was enough to challenge a mid-level Huang Level warrior.
Probably, the sallow-faced martial artist would have been just as dead had he faced Wang Chao’s split.
Unfortunately for Wang Chao, he faced Yu Cheng, whose strength was far beyond the sallow-faced man’s.
Confronted with Wang Chao’s terrifying leg split, a cold smile spread across Yu Cheng’s face, and with almost no attempt to dodge, he struck out with his palm - crack - Wang Chao was sent flying, his leg horrendously bent upon landing.
Unlike the sallow-faced man who had suffered a dislocation, Yu Cheng had completely broken Wang Chao’s leg.
All around, there was an uproar.
The punch Wang Chao had landed on Demon Mountain earlier had won him the highest popularity.
Even many believed Wang Chao to be the strongest.
Yet in reality, Wang Chao couldn’t even block a single palm from Yu Cheng.
"Pointless, ’King of Underground Fist’ is nothing but trash, how could soone who hasn’t cultivated inner strength understand the power of an inner strength martial practitioner?" Yu Cheng said, hands behind his back, slowly approaching Wang Chao.
Supporting himself, Wang Chao stood up, letting out a furious roar.
His body swelled and grew again, transforming into a roughly one-point-nine-ter demon god with dark blue-ish skin.
Seeing Wang Chao’s transformation,
excitent surged through the crowd once more, shouting for Wang Chao, Wang Chao.
After all, Yu Cheng was an outsider.
And a major reason for this tournant was Weifeng Martial Arts School’s ambition to dominate Hechuan City.
The local heavyweights, seeking to stop Yu Cheng, had invited strong fighters from various places.
So apart from Weifeng Martial Arts School’s people, everyone overwhelmingly supported Wang Chao.
Seeing Wang Chao turn into a fearso demon god, Yu Cheng’s expression remained indifferent. "Nothing but a self-sacrifice secret technique," he said. "Only reckless fools like you would use such a counterproductive thod. I wonder how many more tis your body can endure it."
"Killing you will be enough!"
Wang Chao spoke for the first ti.
His voice was hoarse, like that of a wild beast.
Boom!
With that, Wang Chao lunged again, but this ti his speed had increased by more than fivefold.
If previously he could match a mid-level Huang Level martial artist, now he was challenging those at the late Yellow Stage.
Furthermore, after using the self-sacrifice secret technique, his broken leg miraculously healed in a short ti.
Whoosh!
His leg, like a battle-axe, whistled through the air, the dreadful sound slicing across the stadium.
Yu Cheng’s body abruptly vanished as Wang Chao’s leg ca down on the side of the solid steel column on the stage, kicking it up from the ground, striking a spectator near the stands and knocking them unconscious with a spray of blood.
This display of powerful force caused an uproar throughout the arena.
Wang Chao turned, his legs spinning like wheels, furiously aiming splits at Yu Cheng.
Yu Cheng snorted coldly, inner strength surging as his hands turned an iron-blue color, as if they were hands of iron, slamming down on Wang Chao’s legs - thump thump thump!
A rapid succession of muffled sounds continued between them.
Xiaoshan could tell.
Yu Cheng’s strength was far too overwhelming.
Yu Cheng’s strength had clearly reached the peak of the Huang Level.
Although Wang Chao could challenge a Late Yellow Stage practitioner after using a secret technique, there was an insurmountable gap between the Late Yellow Stage and the peak level of Huang.
Each of Yu Cheng’s attacks inflicted damage on Wang Chao’s body.
It was only because Wang Chao was in a very special state that he suppressed those injuries.
It was certain that once the effects of the secret technique faded, Wang Chao’s injuries would backlash severely.
Long Xiaoshan squinted his eyes, not understanding why Wang Chao was fighting so desperately.
Even if he was an underground fighter who preferred money over life, the disparity was too obvious; his reckless attacks, other than courting death, offered no other path.
"How much longer can you hold on!" Yu Cheng laughed heartily.
Handling Wang Chao’s attacks with ease, he could tell that Wang Chao was reaching his limit. Secret techniques had their limits, and under his beating, it was clear that Wang Chao’s body was also breaking down.
Suddenly, Wang Chao abandoned all defense.
He endured a strike from Yu Cheng, pounced onto him, and bit toward Yu Cheng’s throat in a sudden and crazy attack that caught Yu Cheng sowhat off guard.
However, he was a grandmaster after all; though surprised, he managed to shift his body mid-air, and Wang Chao missed his throat, biting down on Yu Cheng’s shoulder instead.
The pain from the shoulder.
Sent Yu Cheng into a rage.
He hadn’t expected that due to his slight carelessness, he was actually injured, and it was a close call that Wang Chao nearly bit his throat. If his throat had been crushed, he would have been undoubtedly dead.
"Die!"
Yu Cheng erupted completely, sending Wang Chao flying with a palm strike. Then, he dashed forward, catching up with the thrown figure of Wang Chao, and his iron palms viciously pounded on Wang Chao’s body. Crack crack crack!
The grating sound of bones breaking filled the air.
Wang Chao’s body was beaten in the air by Yu Cheng, tumbling like a torn sack, unable to touch the ground.
Finally, Yu Cheng let out a breath and placed a palm on Wang Chao’s body.
Wang Chao’s body flew several dozen ters before crashing into the wall of the venue, falling to the ground; his form was completely mangled.
Yu Cheng stood proudly in the ring, looking around the entire place, and no one dared to et his gaze.
There was a dead silence all around.
Everyone had witnessed Wang Chao’s strength.
After transforming, he was as fierce as a Demon God.
But the Demon God-like Wang Chao was toyed with under Yu Cheng’s furious hands, knocked down effortlessly, his body nearly shattered.
It was not just the stands.
Even the many big shots of Hechuan City sitting in the private boxes were as pale as death, their bodies slightly trembling.
Such terrifying power, truly beyond human capability.
Even though many big shots could summon hundreds of subordinates with a flick of their fingers or even obtain guns.
Nobody had the courage to face Yu Cheng’s ferocity head-on.
Even the Swordsman Tang Mo, who had been indifferent all this ti, frowned slightly, evidently finding Yu Cheng’s strength to be beyond his expectations.
Only after showing off his martial prowess did Yu Cheng slowly step down from the ring.
The ring was quickly cleared, and the second match followed, with Master Zhong drawing the second spot choosing his opponent.
Master Zhong’s face was gloomy and stiff, inwardly lanting.
He had thought that in a small inland city, with the might of a Spirit Practitioner, it would be easy to suppress, yet he encountered nothing but freaks. Apart from Yu Cheng, even Wang Chao seed uncertain to him, and he had to carry out the job once he took the money.
Master Zhong also had a prominent reputation in Mangdu.
Despite his trepidation.
He could not withdraw at the brink of battle, for if word got out, he would not be able to stay in the Sorcerers’ Circle of Mangdu.
So, with a heavy heart, he looked toward the Swordsman Tang Mo and Long Xiaoshan. Yu Cheng had already fought one match, and according to the rules, did not have to fight consecutively.
Therefore, Master Zhong only had to choose between the two.
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