Replace me as the top scholar? Go talk to my Marshal Grandpa!

Wang Xian watched quietly from within the sea of ​​his soul.

Wang Quan clenched his fist.

It's a very simple action.

But at that moment, his entire demeanor changed completely.

If he was a vast ocean before, then at this moment, he is a king reigning over the world!

It was an indescribable aura—as if he were the center of heaven and earth, as if he were the master of all things, as if his very presence represented supreme authority!

Wang Quan.

The boxing style that Wang Quan created was named after himself.

This punch is the punch of the king, the punch of a king!

It embodies the spirit of a king!

Wang Quan unleashed a powerful punch.

In that instant—

Time seemed to stand still.

The dragon beast that was pouncing was frozen in mid-air.

The ferocious smile on Long Qingyu's face froze, the terrified expressions of countless audience members below the stage froze, and Xia Yulong's slightly furrowed brows froze!

The entire martial arts training ground seemed to have been put on pause.

Then--

The fist landed.

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar!

The pure-blooded dragon beast, which was over four meters tall, had its entire body, starting from its head, shattered inch by inch!

It wasn't just being knocked away or repelled; it was being completely destroyed!

Its scales shattered, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and bones were crushed!

A cloud of blood mist exploded on the dueling platform!

The blood mist spread like a bursting red firework, a truly shocking sight!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and gaped, but no sound came out.

What did they see?

A pureblooded dragon beast, a dragon beast renowned for its formidable physique, and a dragon beast whose strength increases several times over in a berserk state—

He got smashed by a single punch!

It turned into a bloody mist!

Not even a single intact bone was left!

How...how is this possible?!

The seeded champions in the audience all stood up.

The Taoist priest Zhang Xuling dropped his whisk to the ground, but he was completely unaware.

The monk Wuxiang clasped his hands together and muttered incantations, but his voice trembled.

The child prodigy Su Xingye's face turned pale, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The ferocious beast within the young beast Li Cangyun roared wildly, a roar of terror.

The hand holding the giant sword, Luo Qingli, was trembling slightly.

Sikong Xirong and Fu Zizhen looked at each other, their faces pale and speechless.

Ye Chuan plopped down on the ground, only able to utter one sentence:

"Holy shit... Holy shit... Holy shit..."

Xuanyuan Qi was standing there, his eyes fixed on the figure on the dueling platform, his gaze filled with horror.

Only Qin Chong scratched his head and whispered, "This doesn't seem... like the Little Fairy?"

……

On the high platform.

Two figures stood up abruptly almost simultaneously!

Xia Yulong and Wang Dongyi.

Xia Yulong's face was filled with horror. He stared intently at the young man on the dueling platform, his voice trembling:

"Wang Quan? It's Wang Quan! Who's on the dueling platform?!"

Wang Dongyi remained silent.

His body was trembling slightly.

It was an overwhelming excitement.

As he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar fist technique on the fighting stage, and at the domineering and unparalleled kingly intent, his eyes actually reddened.

"King's Fist... King's Power..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse:

"This is Sixth Brother's fist intent... but why does Little Fairy know his fist intent?!"

Xia Yulong turned his head, looked at him, and frowned:

"You don't know? Isn't he your Wang family's darling? What have you done to him, you don't know?"

Wang Dongyi shook his head.

His gaze never left Wang Xian on the dueling platform:

"My nephew isn't a child; he has his own plans."

"What our Wang family can do is to support him and protect him."

He paused, his tone complex:

"So how he was able to use my sixth brother Wang Quan's King Fist... I don't know either."

After saying that, he could no longer contain his excitement and doubt, and was about to rush off the stage.

He's going to find out the truth!

Xia Yulong grabbed him:

"What are you doing?"

Wang Dongyi said:

"I'm going to ask him!"

Xia Yulong shook his head:

"It's competition time now. You can ask him anything after he steps off the stage."

Wang Dongyi paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and suppressed his excitement.

He nodded and sat back down in his seat.

But his gaze never left the boy on the dueling platform.

On the dueling platform.

Wang Quan seemed to feel the two burning gazes from the high platform.

He pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

Consciousness returned to the sea of ​​the soul.

Wang Xian was standing there, quietly watching him.

He had already sensed everything in the outside world and saw his third uncle's excitement on the high platform.

He looked at the royal power and asked:

"Don't you want to acknowledge your third uncle?"

Wang Quan scratched his head, a hint of unease flashing across his face.

He sighed, somewhat dejectedly, and said:

"Oh dear... It's been so many years since I last saw him, I don't know how to face him anymore."

He walked to the edge of the Sea of ​​Souls, gazing at the boundless void, his tone tinged with melancholy:

"I'm a dead man, long since separated from them by life and death. Reconnecting with him would only bring more trouble."

Wang Xian looked at him and remained silent for a few seconds.

He didn't say anything more.

Everyone has the right to make their own choices.

He respected the decision of the monarchy.

"Then I'll go out."

Wang Quan nodded and waved his hand, "Go ahead, go ahead."

Wang Xian's consciousness returned to her body.

He opened his eyes.

Before them lay a chaotic and disorganized fighting arena.

A faint smell of blood still lingered in the air, the traces left after the dragon beast was smashed.

Long Qingyu was standing not far away.

He remained motionless.

He stood like a statue, his eyes glazed over, his face expressionless.

He stood there, looking at the blood mist that had not yet completely dissipated, looking at the last trace left by his contracted dragon beast.

His contracted beast...

His childhood friend...

That's it...gone?

"Thump."

His knees buckled, and he knelt directly on the ground.

Then--

"Aaaaaahh ...

A heart-wrenching wail burst from his throat!

That sound was heart-wrenching and utterly painful!

That was no ordinary pain.

His contract with the dragon beast was a soul contract, the deepest and most solid contract.

Now that the dragon beast has been destroyed, it's as if a part of its soul has been forcibly torn apart!

That kind of pain is ten or a hundred times more intense than any physical injury!

He gripped the ground with both hands, his fingernails digging until they bled.

His body convulsed violently, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, and he let out a wild, beast-like howl.

But what is more painful than the tearing of the soul is the despair in one's heart.

He lost.

He lost again.

In the first match, he lost to Qin Chong, Wang Xian's bodyguard.

In the second match, he lost to Wang Xian himself.

Moreover, they lost completely and utterly, without any chance of fighting back.

His dragon beast, his pride, his greatest reliance—was smashed to pieces with a single punch, reduced to a bloody mist.

The one who threw that punch was the "trash" he had always looked down on.

She was the "bastard who has lost all his talent" in his words.

He's the pathetic wretch who vowed to repay us tenfold.

Now, that poor wretch stands on the stage, looking down at him.

He knelt below the stage, like a stray dog!