Fourth round, sixth match.
Xiao Zuiji walked onto the battle stage. Before he could even steady himself, Bei Qian laughed, “Well, well, Genius Xiao is quite something—you actually managed to defeat three participants in a row.”
Hearing those words “well, well,” Jun Changxiao’s anger intensified even more.
He wished he could rush over, kick him into the sky, and spray him down with a heavy machine gun.
“You don’t have one,” the System said inopportunely.
Jun Changxiao slumped in his chair, howling internally, “Can’t I even think about it!”
Xiao Zuiji remained silent, clenching his fists, his gaze cold and stern as he thought, “The Sect Leader said to beat him ruthlessly. This time I won’t hold back.”
“Well, well.”
Bei Qian grinned and said, “Such a scary look in your eyes. Do you still think you’re that insufferably arrogant genius from five years ago?”
“No, no.”
He corrected himself, “Even if you were that genius from five years ago, I, Bei Qian, am no longer the weak one who got beaten five years ago.”
When he said the words “got beaten,” fury flashed in his eyes, clearly showing he’d been beaten into psychological trauma as a child and hadn’t forgotten the slightest bit even now.
“Begin!” said the referee.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Bei Qian raised his hand, and a cluster of flames appeared in his palm. He smiled sinisterly, “Xiao Zuiji, you’re ultimately just flesh and blood. Can you withstand flames?”
“Fire Control Art!”
“I didn’t expect Bei Qian to also be a fire-attribute martial artist!”
“Though Xiao Zuiji’s physical body is strong, against fire-attribute attacks, he’ll surely be vulnerable.”
Everyone discussed this with surprise.
For martial artists on the Xingyun Continent to comprehend special attributes like fire spirit or water spirit was quite rare.
The Xiao family heirs, who’d originally been like wilted grass, saw Bei Qian summon flames and straightened up in unison, as if they’d come “alive”!
“Hahaha, under flames, no matter how strong the physical body, it will be scorched!”
“Hmph, without spiritual power, unable to form spiritual protection, even if his body is as strong as Wutu, he’s just a waste who can only take beatings.”
“I’m so looking forward to seeing Bei Qian burn him until he runs all over the stage.”
The Xiao family had grievances with the Bei family, yet these Xiao family heirs were happy to see Xiao Zuiji abused by Bei Qian—their psychology had twisted to the extreme.
Not just them.
Several Xiao family elders also began laughing.
The Great Elder leaned back in his chair, the fury and killing intent in his eyes diminishing considerably. After all, that waste was about to be defeated—why bother caring?
“A fire-attribute martial artist?”
Jun Changxiao dismissed it with contempt, since he possessed the supreme fire seed, Exquisite Fire.
Xiao Zuiji also didn’t take it seriously.
Bei Qian failed to capture the fear he wanted from his gaze, immediately becoming furious and swinging his hand to launch the flames.
“Bang!”
Xiao Zuiji strode forward, his right fist striking out, directly hitting the flames and shattering them into scattered sparks that dissipated into the void.
His fist was completely unharmed!
“What!”
Many martial artists on the spectator platform were shocked enough to stand up.
That was flame spiritual power!
Never mind the damage—just the scorching temperature alone would cause burns if you tried to resist it with bare fists!
And him?
Not only did he break through it, but he sustained no injuries whatsoever!
“Unbelievable, unbelievable!” a powerful expert exclaimed.
A middle-aged man nearby said with a grave expression, “Could this child’s physical body strength have already reached the level of being impervious to water and fire?”
At this moment, the Xiao family elders and heirs absolutely needed a close-up shot, because their expressions had returned to that shit-eating look.
Jun Changxiao said lightly, “With that level of flame intensity, you want to injure my disciple? Laughably absurd.”
Flames could burn everything, but when physical strength reached the extreme, without sufficient temperature, it was merely an itch.
“Impressive, impressive!”
The Great Red Gate elder gave a thumbs up.
Without spiritual power enhancement, using pure physical fists to break through flame spiritual power—one couldn’t help but admire it.
“How is this possible…” Bei Qian, who’d thought he could abuse Xiao Zuiji with flames, witnessed the fireball being destroyed and stood dumbstruck like a wooden chicken.
“Swish!”
Just then, a fist wind arrived.
When he came to his senses and instinctively tried to dodge, it was already too late. With a “bang,” his abdomen suffered a heavy blow, his eyes bulged, and he bent over in pain.
After Xiao Zuiji landed the hit, his left fist came up in a hook, striking Bei Qian’s chin viciously. His entire body immediately lifted off the ground.
Two punches, very heavy!
“Thud!” Bei Qian fell to the ground, his face contorted, intense pain spreading through his body, even breathing became difficult.
A powerful expert exclaimed, “Those two punches had force of at least two thousand pounds!”
“Good heavens!”
“Without any spiritual power enhancement, relying solely on his physical body to deliver two thousand pounds—how incredible!”
“Physical explosive power is often proportional to defense. No wonder the flames couldn’t harm him!”
When Xiao Zuiji no longer deliberately concealed his strength, when he truly struck ruthlessly, numerous experts gained comprehensive understanding of his explosive power.
“Dam… damn it!” Bei Qian endured the pain and stood up, then “bang”—took a punch to the face and staggered backward while bent over.
Xiao Zuiji stepped forward, his elbow slamming into his back. With a “thud,” he fell face-first to the ground.
The decisive double strike made the spectating martial artists’ mouths twitch, and they felt pain for Bei Qian!
“Smack.” Xiao Zuiji mounted his back, grabbed his hair, and said coldly, “Do you still remember how I beat you when we were children?”
Bei Qian remembered.
It was exactly like this—being mounted and beaten ruthlessly on the street.
For a long time afterward, he’d lived in pain, and the seed of psychological trauma had been planted.
Xiao Zuiji’s gaze was cold and stern, “Back then you bullied a girl, and I beat you until you wailed. Now I’ve lost everything, yet I can still beat you to tears.”
“Swish!”
He raised his fist.
This scene was extremely similar to the past!
Bei Qian’s fragile psyche immediately crumbled as he cried and begged, “Don’t… don’t… don’t hit me!”
A single action triggered his memories, as if returning to the moment before the beating.
This was psychological trauma, and it covered a large area…
“Boom! Boom!”
Xiao Zuiji punched down once, twice, three times, each strike’s force escalating. In moments, the cheap young master’s face was covered in blood, his head swollen like a pig’s.
His mother and father definitely wouldn’t recognize him now.
Xiao Zuiji grabbed one of Bei Qian’s feet, dragged him to the edge of the battle stage, then casually tossed him off.
“Satisfying.”
Jun Changxiao leaned back in his chair, a smile on his face.
However, his gun barrel remained aimed at the Xiao family’s Great Elder, fearing he couldn’t suppress his fury and would charge out.
…
“Fourth round, sixth match, victor: Xiao Zuiji!” The referee’s voice rang out. The martial artists who’d stood up on the spectator platform sat down, their gazes filled with deep shock.
Even Bei Qian, who controlled fire-attribute spiritual power, had been defeated by him—this was absolutely something no one had imagined before the tournament began!
“Fourth round, seventh match: Qin Ming versus Xiao Linye!”
The next match immediately began.
As Xiao Linye walked toward the battle stage and passed Xiao Zuiji, he said in a low voice with a laugh, “Cousin, to be this strong even after losing your spiritual power and cultivation—truly makes little brother view you in a new light.”
Xiao Zuiji ignored him and strode into the victor’s area.
Xiao Linye, bearing the prestigious surname of one of the three great clans, soon defeated Qin Ming and came to the victor’s area, smiling, “Cousin, your next round opponent is me.”
Xiao Zuiji closed his eyes to rest.
The matches continued. Li Qingyang and the others who fought later all defeated their opponents without breaking a sweat, advancing to the top four of their respective zones.
Jun Changxiao spread his hands and said helplessly, “Too easy.”
When they’d come, he’d thought each disciple’s battle would be difficult enough to require two or three chapters of content to describe, but the result was—swift and decisive victories.
The Great Red Gate elder slumped in his chair without the will to live, because his sect’s only remaining seedling had been defeated by Tian Qi, completely announcing their total annihilation.