Set a goal, and the system takes over the body.

Old Chen didn't say anything more.

He is the referee and cannot show favoritism to either side, otherwise he will be the subject of gossip.

With hundreds of martial artists watching, if he were to say a few more words in favor of the Qingshan Martial Arts School, rumors would spread tomorrow that "Old Chen is biased towards the Qingshan Martial Arts School."

At this age, one should cherish one's reputation.

Right now, the fact that he was able to remind the people at Zhentian Martial Arts School to be mindful of their behavior is already a fulfillment of his duty.

The rest is up to Qi Xiuyuan's own fate.

"Master, will he be alright?"

Shen Feiyi frowned and asked.

Her gaze followed Qi Xiuyuan's figure as he walked step by step toward the martial arts stage, her brows slightly furrowed.

Xia Chengyan shook his head: "Old Chen is a master of the Nine Bone-Ringing Technique, and he is highly respected. If something really happens, he will definitely step in to stop it. But you, Feiyi, why haven't I seen you care about others like this before?"

As Xia Chengyan spoke, he glanced at his disciple.

Shen Feiyi said with a straight face, "Master, don't overthink it. He saved me. I just don't want anything to happen to him."

Xia Chengyan smiled, not exposing him, but simply gave a meaningful "hmm".

All eyes were on Qi Xiuyuan.

Some people are waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Some people were worried for him.

Some people simply wanted to see how this supposedly useless young master of the martial arts school was defeated.

On the Qingshan Martial Arts School side, everyone was slightly tense.

Meng Zhao clenched his fists, his palms sweating profusely.

Fu Yun bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the martial arts stage.

Even Qu Jiuge, who had just vomited blood, forced herself to sit up straight, her eyes fixed on Qi Xiuyuan's figure.

Even Qi Wence, who knew Qi Xiuyuan's true cultivation level, frowned slightly and clenched his fingers.

He picked up his teacup, intending to take a sip to calm his mind, only to find that the tea had gone cold.

"Qingshan Martial Arts School, Qi Xiuyuan!"

Qi Xiuyuan stood on the martial arts stage and gave a slight bow.

Pang Yilie's lips curled slightly, and a sinister smile slowly bloomed on his face.

Han Zhou had already discussed with him the plan to cripple Qi Xiuyuan during this martial arts competition.

The two discussed it privately several times.

My own father agreed.

They intend to take this opportunity to completely destroy Qi Xiuyuan, and absolutely cannot allow Qingshan Martial Arts School to turn its fortunes around by relying on Qi Xiuyuan's refinement of high-grade Qi and Blood Pills.

Cripple him so he can't even refine pills anymore.

That was his mission.

"Senior Brother Pang, teach him a lesson!"

Several disciples from Changhong Escort Agency shouted and laughed at the martial arts stage, each one louder than the last, their laughter full of taunts.

Pang Yilie smiled dismissively and casually cupped his hands in greeting.

"Zhentian Martial Arts School, Pang Yilie!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took a big step forward, his foot slamming heavily onto the bluestone ground with a dull thud. The Mountain-Breaking Kick he unleashed was already at the Proficiency level.

Almost in the blink of an eye.

Using the recoil from that stomp, Pang Yilie shot forward like an arrow, leaping two zhang away to Qi Xiuyuan and kicking out, aiming straight for Qi Xiuyuan's chest.

Its legs whistled through the air, carrying an overwhelming momentum.

The violent energy formed a visible vortex around him.

He used all his strength in that kick!

He wanted to cripple Qi Xiuyuan in front of everyone with a single move, just like Han Zhou crippled Xu Yi, making the people of Qingshan Martial Arts School fall twice in the same spot.

Faced with this domineering kick.

Qi Xiuyuan remained calm and did not even take a step back.

Just as the foot was about to strike, he merely slid half a step to the side, his body gracefully dodging the attack like a willow leaf, passing by Pang Yilie.

"What?!"

Pang Yilie's kick missed its mark, and all his force went into the air.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately twisted his waist and abdomen, using the momentum in mid-air to prepare to change his move before landing.

This is something he figured out on his own while practicing the Breaking Mountain Kick.

He had never shown this move to anyone before; it was his trump card that he had kept hidden for a long time.

Today is the day this move will make a name for itself.

but.

Before he could complete the mid-air twist and turn, before his knees could bend, he suddenly felt a tightness in the back of his neck.

A hand gripped the back of his neck like an iron clamp.

The force was so great that his neck bones cracked.

In the brief moment of passing each other, Qi Xiuyuan had already switched from the Spirit Deer Body Technique to the Ape Form. His right hand swept up, his five fingers like five iron hooks, easily and easily gripping the back of Pang Yilie's neck.

The movements were so fluid and fast that even the several Bone-Breaking Masters in the audience were full of admiration.

Then, Qi Xiuyuan lifted the arm like a human sandbag, his arm muscles suddenly bulging, and slammed it down hard.

"Bang!!"

"Snap!"

Pang Yilie, who was a head taller than Qi Xiuyuan, was slammed onto the martial arts stage like a chick. His angular, three-dimensional face crashed head-on into the stage.

The sound of the nasal bone cracking mingled with the sound of the stone slabs breaking.

It sent chills down your spine.

The hard bluestone ground cracked instantly, sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

The cracks spread outwards from Pang Yilie's face, forming a spider web.

Pang Yilie's face sank in.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, staining the shattered bluestone slabs crimson.

Qi Xiuyuan raised his hand and threw it.

Pang Yilie was thrown into the air, his whole body looking like a tattered sack.

"stop!!"

Pang Qing let out a deep shout and suddenly stood up.

Qi Xiuyuan ignored him completely, not even lifting his eyelids. He stomped his foot hard on the ground, and the bluestone beneath his feet shattered.

He chased after Pang Yilie's flying body.

Shot!

The "Ape-Style Boxing Technique" includes the "Four-Stage Strike of the Spirit Ape." With both hands, both visible and hidden strength intertwine and converge, delivering four strikes that are as fast as lightning and as fluid as flowing water, all hitting four major acupoints on Pang Yilie's spine.

Each blow was accompanied by a dull cracking sound of bone breaking.

The intense vibration was like a hammer striking bone!

An inner force surged in, like a steel needle piercing through the marrow!

"Click, click..."

The sound was crisp and piercing, like a withered branch being broken off section by section.

Pang Yilie's blood-soaked face suddenly widened, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

He opened his mouth wide, but couldn't even let out a scream. He felt as if four red-hot steel nails had been driven into his back, and the pain shot up his spine to the back of his head.

In an instant, his spine broke!

His entire body flew backward and crashed onto the martial arts stage.

With a bang, a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

Pang Yilie's body bounced on the ground once, then lay there like a dead dog, unable to move even a finger.

Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

But that's all there is to it—it's merely existing.

Wu Jianghan, the newly appointed prefect, stood on the main viewing platform and couldn't help but become interested, muttering to himself.

"Previously, Zhentian Martial Arts School provoked Qingshan Martial Arts School. Now, it seems the situation will reverse. It's getting more and more interesting!"

"This Qi Xiuyuan, perhaps he really is an interesting lad, just as Li Yan said."