The Martial Saint rose to power starting as a substitute bridegroom.

Chapter 79 The Decisive Battle

In that one-thousandth of a second when fists clashed, Qin Lang's strength waned, and his body faltered, Li Yuan's left hand, which had been holding back, suddenly shot out like a long-dormant iron hook!

With fingers as hard as steel, carrying a cruel force that could dislocate tendons and bones, they gripped the reverse joint of Qin Lang's right elbow tightly!

Immediately, Li Yuan's waist and hips twisted violently like a millstone, his feet rooted to the ground like the roots of an old tree, he lowered his hips and sat in a horse stance, and all the strength in his body was suddenly connected at this moment!

The Mountain-Shaking Fist's deadly move: Waves crashing against reefs!

A brute force, specifically designed for joint locks and dislocating bones, suddenly erupts!

Snap!

A chilling thud exploded!

Qin Lang's entire right arm was twisted into a pretzel shape at an angle that defied physiological structure. The major tendons inside the arm snapped like a broken bowstring, and the white bone fragments pierced through the skin and sleeve, exposed to the air, causing blood to spurt out instantly!

Ugh!!!

A piercing scream had barely escaped Qin Lang's throat.

"The so-called peak of the early stage of Transformation Realm is, in the end, nothing more than the early stage of Transformation Realm."

The cold light in Li Yuan's eyes had solidified into a tangible form, and his killing intent was boiling!

His right arm, propelled by the twisting motion of his waist, lashed out like a steel whip, his fingers forming a sword-like point, concentrated to the extreme, piercing through everything.

The vicious and ruthless spiraling force suddenly thrust out within a distance of less than a foot!

The Mountain-Shaking Fist delivers a devastating blow, slamming the river and halting its flow!

"Pfft!"

A dull thud, like the sound of leather being struck.

Li Yuan's fingertips, like red-hot iron needles, were deeply embedded in the center of Qin Lang's unprotected chest.

The concentrated spiral force instantly penetrated the body, directly reaching the heart and lungs!

Snap—crack—!

Clear, chilling sounds of bone cracking and muffled thuds from internal organs followed one after another.

Qin Lang's chest visibly caved in from the point of impact!

His eyes suddenly bulged out, bloodshot, and blood mixed with pieces of internal organs gushed from his mouth. He seemed to have all his strength drained away, and like a tattered kite with a broken string, he flew lightly backward three or four zhang away, crashing heavily onto the hard ground outside the arena. He rolled a few times and then lay motionless, his life or death unknown.

quiet!

A deathly silence enveloped the entire venue.

You could hear a pin drop.

The shock in their hearts was like a raging storm, making their minds tremble.

The reversal happened too fast!

That's incredible!

This is incredible!

One moment, Li Yuan seemed to be on the verge of death under Qin Lang's relentless onslaught; the next, Qin Lang was sent flying off the stage like a broken sack, ending in a miserable defeat.

"Qin—a Qin martial arts master?!"

"Qin Martial Arts Master!!"

After a moment of deathly silence, the Cheng family members snapped out of their daze, letting out terrified and shrill cries, and scrambling towards the limp figure on the ground.

"Qin Lang!!"

Cheng Shimo's face was so dark it could drip water. He could no longer remain calm and flashed to Qin Lang's side, bending down to examine him.

"Quick! Take him to the clinic! Quick!!!" He almost roared the order, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly.

After a brief commotion, several people carried Qin Lang away in a hurry.

The pupils of everyone present contracted sharply, and a fleeting glint of light flashed in their eyes.

This time, Cheng Shimo didn't even dare to utter any harsh words.

Although Qin Lang wasn't crippled, he was practically finished.

If Qin Lang suffers a hidden injury... how can he explain it to the White Cloud Sect?

"This Li Yuan—is he really that powerful? Qin Lang was already at the Transformation Realm three years ago!"

"Did Qin Lang become Li Yuan's stepping stone?"

The discussions rose up like a tidal wave.

Everyone present was amazed, and their gazes toward Li Yuan changed.

The air in the Qingniu Martial Arts Club camp, which had seemed frozen for a long time, suddenly thawed, followed by an uproar as if a volcano had erupted from the depths of its suppression!

Qin Lang actually lost!

Such a complete and devastating defeat!

Everyone felt a surge of scorching blood rushing to the top of their heads, followed by a moment of dizziness and then an overwhelming joy that almost burst their chests!

This almost unreal scene is actually real!

That young junior brother, who was almost driven to the brink of despair, truly pulled off a miraculous comeback and sealed the victory with a single blow!

"They won—they won?!"

Lin Chongyuan's wide eyes were filled with disbelief and immense joy at surviving a disaster. His voice trembled uncontrollably, as if he was still confirming this miracle that had fallen from the sky.

Yang Cheng pinched his thigh hard, and the sharp pain convinced him that this was not a dream.

Ecstasy overwhelmed him like strong liquor. His greatest hope was that Li Yuan could make a dignified exit. He never dared to imagine such a shocking reversal.

At that moment, he felt as if every pore on his body was opening up, and every cell was cheering.

In stark contrast to the jubilant atmosphere at the Qingniu Martial Arts Society, the Cheng family camp was deathly silent, with an atmosphere so bleak it seemed to freeze over.

The Cheng family members were ashen-faced, their eyes dark, as if they had lost their parents.

Qin Lang's crushing defeat was not only the loss of a key general, but also the complete shattering of their meticulously planned scheme and their unwavering confidence in front of all the prominent figures in the city, leaving them utterly humiliated.

In full view of everyone, the winner is decided by a fistfight. This has been an unwritten rule in Linjiang City for many years, and it is a situation that they themselves have actively provoked.

Now, he has to swallow the bitter pill. No matter how unwilling or resentful he is, he cannot openly go back on his word.

Qin Lang, a master of internal energy, met his end in his very first appearance.

His collapse left the Cheng family unsure how to face all the possibilities that lay ahead.

The shopkeepers, wealthy households, and representatives of various factions watching the battle all gasped in horror at the gruesome sight of Qin Lang being hastily carried away, his body stained with blood.

When they looked again at the young figure on the stage, who was slowly finishing his stance and whose expression was calm and almost indifferent, their gazes had completely changed.

Fear, apprehension, reassessment—a complex mix of emotions surged within.

This Li Yuan, despite his young age, is so shrewd and decisive. He crippled Qin Lang with a single blow. His ruthlessness and strength are chilling.

"Junior Brother Li!"

Yang Cheng rushed onto the dilapidated arena, quickly reaching out to support Li Yuan, who seemed to sway slightly. His face, still beaming with joy, was now filled with concern as he urgently asked, "How are your injuries? Can you still hold on?"

Yang Cheng's chest heaved a few times, and he exhaled a long breath, his eyes almost overflowing with admiration.

"Li Yuan, come here for a moment."

Lin Chong said something, then called Li Yuan aside, slipped a brocade box into Li Yuan's sleeve, and said in a low voice, "This is a hundred-year-old Dragon Heart Grass. It has the effect of nourishing the five internal organs and stabilizing qi and blood. Keep it safe."

Li Yuanwei was slightly taken aback: "This—"

A hundred-year-old Dragon Heart Grass should be even more valuable than the "Minor Nourishing Essence Pill".

This must be Master Lin's last remaining possessions.

Li Yuan solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Master Lin."

Lin Chong smiled and said, "Today, you have rendered a great service to the Green Ox Martial Arts Society, and this is exactly what you deserve!"