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

Chapter 76 Robbed?

But the three disciples didn't dare to go on stage; they all kept their heads down.

"I—I surrender."

"I give up too."

"I—I—I also admit defeat."

None of the three disciples were willing to perform on the martial arts stage, even if it meant being ridiculed, it was better than being crippled on the spot by Qi Xiuyuan.

Being laughed at a few times is just embarrassing.

Going up there means being crippled, spending the rest of your life in bed, which is worse than being dead.

A low chuckle rose from all around.

Some shook their heads, some pursed their lips, but no one said anything loudly. After all, no one could say for sure that their own disciple would dare to step forward in this situation.

"Han Zhou, if you run into him in the next round, don't hold back, cripple him!!!"

Pang Qing gritted his teeth and said.

He didn't scold the three disciples.

Useless.

The reputation of Zhentian Martial Arts School cannot be restored by scolding a few disciples who dare not accept the challenge. Even if those three disciples are scolded mercilessly, it will not change the fact that they were all intimidated by Qi Xiuyuan and surrendered.

To regain face, he had to cripple Qi Xiuyuan on the martial arts stage.

That's how you regain face.

Only in this way can I vent my anger.

Only then can I avenge my son!

Pang Qing's gaze fell on Qi Xiuyuan, his bloodshot eyes filled with resentment.

"Master, rest assured, I will definitely cripple him and avenge my senior brother."

Han Zhou said with a gloomy face.

He couldn't believe that Qi Xiuyuan, the good-for-nothing who hadn't been able to sense his Qi and blood for ten years and who had been severely injured in the martial arts competition two years ago, could now suppress the disciples of Zhentian Martial Arts School with thunderous methods, scaring the three of them so much that they didn't even dare to go on stage to compete.

How shameful!

This is only the first round. Han Zhou has already been on the martial arts stage and then off it.

He is currently unable to play again.

Only after all those who have signed up for the martial arts competition have finished their matches will the second round begin, and only then can he step onto that training ground again.

He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

"Hmph! Zhentian Martial Arts School, a bunch of cowards!"

Qi Xiuyuan gave a light snort and turned his gaze toward the Changhong Escort Agency.

"It's your turn!"

The disciples of Changhong Escort Agency felt a chill run down their spines. Some lowered their heads, wishing they could bury them in their chests, while others turned their eyes away and stared into the distance. Some even pretended to cough.

None of them dared to accept the challenge.

"Weren't you laughing so happily before? Why are you all suddenly silent?"

Qi Xiuyuan questioned him without any politeness.

He remembered those faces.

When Xu Yi was kicked away, these people laughed the loudest.

When Qu Jiuge was knocked off the martial arts stage, they were the ones cheering and shouting.

They were always in cahoots with Zhentian Martial Arts School.

After cleaning up Zhentian Martial Arts School.

Qi Xiuyuan would naturally not let these guys from Changhong Escort Agency get away with it.

Even if we can't deal with them, we'll at least humiliate them so they'll have to walk with their heads down in Tianfu City from now on.

Chief镖头 Huo Zheng's face was terribly gloomy.

His hands rested on the armrests of the chair, his fingers unconsciously tightening, causing the wooden armrests to creak.

Although he complained that these people were cowardly, he wished he could slap each of them.

But he also knew.

Even Pang Yilie was crippled in one move, so for these few people from their escort agency to go up there would only be asking for humiliation.

"Hmph! Qingshan Martial Arts School, I'll remember this debt!"

Huo Zheng snorted coldly in his heart, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, but on the surface he maintained the dignity of the chief镖头 (chief镖头 is a term for a bodyguard/escort) and did not lash out on the spot.

With Pang Yilie and Qi Xiuyuan taking the lead, others followed suit, and one after another, people launched challenges after winning.

The atmosphere of the Tianji Martial Arts Tournament gradually transformed from initial polite greetings into a brutal and brutal settlement of grudges.

The main theme is revenge and retribution.

Someone who was humiliated three years ago has finally found a chance for revenge.

Some of them were ambushed in the previous martial arts competition, so this time they fought back openly and fairly.

The bloodstains on the training platform hadn't dried yet.

New bloodstains covered it up.

Within the Iron Fist Sect, a terrifyingly powerful disciple emerged: Qin Zhi!

He was a boy with a physique that was unusually robust for a teenager. His shoulders were as broad as a door panel, and his arms were thicker than an average person's thighs.

With a single move, he crippled three people in succession.

After that, no one dared to go up and challenge it anymore.

He left behind only one sentence.

"They're all a bunch of spineless cowards!"

In the blink of an eye.

The martial arts competition has entered its second round.

The sky had changed from dawn to afternoon, and the sun was hanging directly overhead, making one's scalp feel hot.

The bluestone floor of the training platform has several cracks and a lot of bloodstains.

Han Zhou had just stepped onto the martial arts stage, preparing to provoke Qi Xiuyuan, when before he could even speak, a burly figure was the first to ascend the stage, landing with a thud as if he had been smashed down.

"You're Han Zhou, known as the number one young talent in Tianfu City?"

Qin Zhi crossed his arms, raised his chin slightly, and wore an undisguised look of contempt on his lips.

"Come on, my fists don't recognize your empty reputation. Today, either you cripple me, or I cripple you."

Han Zhou's face darkened, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"You're asking for it!"

He didn't expect that before he could even settle accounts with Qi Xiuyuan, a Cheng Yaojin would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

"boom!"

Han Zhou stomped his foot hard on the ground, creating a shallow pit in the bluestone beneath his feet, and pebbles flew everywhere.

He charged straight at Qin Zhi like a tiger unleashed from its cage, his robes fluttering wildly behind him in the strong wind.

His splitting palm and breaking mountain kick are both quite powerful.

With a palm strike, the wind from the palm was like a knife, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound; with a sweeping kick, the shadow of the leg was like a mountain, so heavy that it made it hard to breathe.

Qin Zhi's iron fists were invincible.

His boxing style is expansive and unpretentious, with every punch delivered straight and heavy, like a hammer blow.

The two exchanged blows, their energy reverberating.

Each collision produced a dull thud, like two large drums striking simultaneously.

Han Zhou's palm strike was powerful, while Qin Zhi's fist strike was domineering. The two completely different forces collided in the air, which made some experts in the Minggu Realm nod in admiration.

soon.

Han Zhou was forced to the edge of the martial arts arena. Although his moves were still very stable, he had no way to break the deadlock.

Qin Zhi's punches were like an iron wall closing in from all sides, gradually compressing his space and forcing him to retreat continuously.

If this continues, I'm afraid they'll be kicked out of the ring.

Just then, his gaze sharpened, seizing the opening between Qin Zhi's punches.

The gap was extremely small.

It took less than half a breath.

But he saw it.

Without hesitation, he closed in, his feet moving in rapid succession. With a move that split the waves, his internal and external forces intertwined to form a terrifying burst of energy that struck Qin Zhi’s chest.

Before the palm strike even arrived, the force of the palm strike had already caused Qin Zhi's shirt to cave inward.

It looked like he was about to strike with his palm.

A hint of glee at impending success even flashed in Han Zhou's eyes.

But Qin Zhi's lips curled up slightly.

That smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down Han Zhou's spine.

That was clearly the expression a hunter would have when he saw his prey step into a trap.

"not good!"

Han Zhou's eyes suddenly narrowed.

That was not Qin Zhi's mistake.

That was bait that Qin Zhi had specially left for him; he was the fish that took the bait.

But he had already unleashed half of his palm strike, the force already concentrated in his palm, making it impossible to retract.

With a sudden grit of his teeth, Han Zhou disregarded everything else and unleashed his palm power, slashing down fiercely.