What? You opened a resort on the battlefield of all races?

The Xiling team members in the front row, who were expecting to see Cangyun Wuda make a fool of himself, had their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"What's going on?"

"Brother Shan...did you go easy on him?"

"Screw your water!"

A vice-captain beside him lowered his voice, his Adam's apple bobbing laboredly, "Brother Shan is at the fifth level of the Thousand-Pound Realm!"

"Not to mention the special bloodline power within him, even if he stood still and let someone at the Rock Realm attack him, it would be impossible for him to have his blood drawn out in a single blow!"

"But……"

The boy turned his head, blinked, and looked completely bewildered.

"The highest combat strength ever achieved by a martial arts master in Cangyun Prefecture over the years has never exceeded the third level of the Thousand Jun Realm, so what's going on with this woman?"

It wasn't just the students from Xiling Martial Arts University who were dumbfounded.

After a very brief pause, the 100,000 spectators in the circular stands erupted into a clamor that seemed to want to tear the roof off.

"Hey! Big guy! Are you here to show some chivalry to the ladies?"

A burly man in the front row, shirtless, stood up, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted, spitting everywhere.

"Brother, even if you want to fake defeat to win a smile from the beauty, at least make it look convincing!"

"That young girl just casually swung her whip, and you took three big steps back? That's such an over-the-top performance!"

Several young spectators nearby, eager for a good show, also started blowing their whistles in a vulgar manner.

"They probably have some kind of unusual fetish!"

A skinny man wearing glasses pointed at the ring and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Seeing that little girl holding a whip, this big guy must have instinctively stopped moving! Hahahaha!"

All sorts of unpleasant jeers and comments, like a swarm of buzzing flies, entered Qingshan's ears without reservation.

Qingshan stood on the arena.

He looked down at the deep, bone-revealing bloodstain on his left arm.

The searing pain was completely overwhelmed at this moment by the tangible sense of humiliation emanating from my chest.

He was actually defeated in one blow by a girl from Cangyun Mansion who had been at the bottom of the rankings for ten thousand years, in front of 100,000 spectators from the entire human race!

Outrageous!

"You're asking for it!"

Qingshan suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and filled with streaks of crimson blood.

The veins on both sides of his neck bulged and throbbed violently with his heavy breathing.

He no longer held anything back.

He stomped his right foot heavily on the alloy ring.

"Bang!"

The hard arena floor let out a mournful cry, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards from the soles of his feet.

Using this enormous reaction force, Qingshan's massive 2.2-meter body, like a wild boar in heat, crashed straight into Rong Jing.

"Die!"

With a roar, Qingshan swung his thick right arm, his fist, as big as a casserole dish and imbued with rich, earthy-yellow Yuan energy, smashing down towards Rong Jing's crown.

The wind howled with each punch, and a piercing tearing sound echoed through the air.

Faced with this powerful and heavy blow.

Rong Jing's eyes remained calm.

She did not take a single step back.

With a slight dip in his waist and hips, his right leg slid half a foot to the side and back.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark red whip drew a tiny arc in the air.

"Snapped!"

The whip tip struck Qingshan's wrist joint with extreme precision.

This seemingly casual strike contained an extremely terrifying explosive force.

Qingshan felt a piercing pain in his wrist. His punch, which was originally sure to land, was deflected by the force and grazed Rong Jing's shoulder before slamming heavily onto the empty alloy floor.

"boom!"

Gravel flew everywhere.

His attack missed, and Qingshan's anger intensified.

He twisted his waist suddenly, exerted force from his lower body, and his left leg, like a thick stone pillar, swept towards Rong Jing's waist with a whistling wind.

Rong Jing leaped lightly backward, and in mid-air, her right hand whipped out again.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Three crisp cracks of the whip followed.

The long whip, like a venomous snake with eyes, lashed out at extremely tricky angles, striking Qingshan's knees, elbows, and ribs.

Each strike precisely disrupted Qingshan's rhythm of power.

With each collision, Qingshan felt an extremely domineering Yuan power ruthlessly tearing through his protective Yuan power along the dark red whip, directly drilling into his bones.

The feeling was like kicking a solid steel plate barefoot.

Qingshan's breathing became extremely heavy, his lungs sounding like a broken bellows.

A fine layer of cold sweat had appeared on his forehead without him noticing.

Only he himself knew best how painful it was for him to fight Rong Jing's attack at this moment!

Every time the opponent dodged, it was perfectly timed.

Each counterattack forced him to temporarily halt his offensive and switch to defense.

The exchange lasted only half a minute.

He couldn't even touch a corner of Rong Jing's clothes, yet he already had more than a dozen crisscrossing bloody marks on his own body.

What terrified him even more was the force transmitted through the whip.

Absolutely crushing!

The other party's level of skill is in no way inferior to my own.

But how is that possible?!