The Earth won't allow someone as awesome as me to exist!

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Qiao Wei frowned, turned to look at Qin Chuan, clearly displeased with these words. Even though Qin Chuan was sent by his friend, he couldn't stand such unpleasant remarks.

"Master Wu is a super grandmaster. I don't know if you are familiar with the martial arts world. If you are, you will know what a super grandmaster is."

Qiao Wei snorted coldly; he still had great confidence in Wu Shanming.

Uncle Xiong was sweating profusely. If this were any other time, given Mr. Qiao's temper, he probably would have already taken action. Qin Chuan interrupted several times, which was disrespectful to Qiao Wei.

"Mr. Qin, you'd better say less." Uncle Xiong reminded Qin Chuan when he saw that Qin Chuan still wanted to say something.

As they were talking, Wu Shanming on the stage threw another punch, like a tiger pouncing on its prey, lunging at Zhang Jian with the power bursting from his fists as if it could suppress everything.

Whether in terms of momentum or the power unleashed, Wu Shanming was completely superior, and Zhang Jian retreated repeatedly, appearing to be struggling.

The onlookers were all terrified. Wu Shanming didn't use any fancy attacks; all he did were punches that landed squarely, making him a true hand-to-hand combatant.

The bulging muscles in his arms create a visually striking effect.

From this perspective, Zhang Jian appears to be completely defenseless and can only be forced to defend, but this defensive approach could collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, Qiao Wei wore a smug expression and glanced at Qin Chuan out of the corner of his eye: "Do you still think Master Wu will lose?"

"You can't judge a book by its cover," Qin Chuan said calmly. "Wu Shanming is indeed inferior to his opponent in terms of explosive power, and his fighting style focuses more on solid, direct punches. However, this explosive style is extremely energy-consuming. If he can't be defeated in a long time, he will undoubtedly lose."

Qiao Wei completely ignored Qin Chuan's words: "Then let's wait and see."

Time passed second by second. Every time Wu Shanming unleashed a burst of power in an attack, it seemed like he could defeat Zhang Jian in one blow, but each time Zhang Jian narrowly managed to deflect the attack.

From initially retreating, they are still being forced to retreat, seemingly powerless to resist, seemingly on the verge of defeat, seemingly just a hair's breadth away, yet they just can't seem to lose.

In contrast, Wu Shanming's speed had decreased, and the power he unleashed was not as shocking as before. He was already breathing slightly heavily.

As Qin Chuan said, his attack style is very fierce. If you can hit him, you can basically win. However, this kind of continuous burst of attacks consumes a lot of physical strength.

If this stalemate continues, Zhang Jian will exhaust himself to death even without taking any action.

But the closer it got to this point, the more anxious Wu Shanming became, because he felt that he could win the boxing match if he could just unleash his power one last time, so he kept unleashing his power every time.

But he forgot that even if he really defeated Zhang Jian, the challengers behind him would take advantage of the situation, and how much strength would he have left to deal with the challengers behind him?

The rules of this boxing match are inherently unfair; once you've exhausted all your strength to defeat someone, it's impossible to remain until the end.

"It seems you have very little energy left."

Zhang Jian sneered and finally counterattacked during the brief moment Wu Shanming finished his attack. His sword was too fast, almost exceeding the limits of human vision, leaving only a golden afterimage.

"what……"

Immediately following was Wu Shanming's scream of agony; the sword had actually pierced his shoulder.

You've lost!

Zhang Jian flicked his hand, and a burst of energy shot out, blasting Wu Shanming off the stage.

thump!

Wu Shanming fell right at Qiao Wei's feet.

We lost!

Wu Shanming was full of momentum, but he didn't touch Zhang Jian once from beginning to end.

For the first ten minutes or so, Zhang Jian was on the defensive the whole time, and he only used this one sword strike, which defeated Wu Shanming.

The most frightening thing is that, even now, no one can figure out where Zhang Jian's limit is.

Qiao Wei looked at Wu Shanming at his feet with a gloomy expression.

Qin Chuan just said that Wu Shanming couldn't win, and he scoffed at the time, but what about now?

Recalling Qin Chuan's initial comments on the opening battle, he said that it could be attributed to good luck back then, but could it still be attributed to good luck this time?

"This..." Uncle Xiong didn't know what to say for a moment. He looked at Qin Chuan in disbelief, and then at Wu Shanming at his feet.

It turned out to be true.

Wu Shanming's defeat means that the magic weapon has nothing to do with Qiao Wei.

After that, no one dared to challenge him anymore. There were a total of thirty seconds left. Once no one challenged him, Zhang Jian would be the final winner of this boxing match.

The countdown has begun...

attic.

"Jack, no one should be coming up to challenge us now, right?" Rose stared intently at the scene.

"Probably not." Jack's expression was slightly grave. "Judging from the current situation, no one should dare to challenge us again. So... when the countdown ends, that sword will be the final winner, and the magical artifact will be taken back. But doesn't that mysterious person want to obtain this magical artifact?"

"I don't think he'll come. That mysterious expert can even cut a nuclear missile in half, so this magical artifact might not be very tempting to him," Ruth analyzed.

"It's alright, it's just a test. If we can't lure them out this time, there will be another time. All we need is evidence." Jack shrugged.

The countdown quickly reached its final ten seconds.

drop!

drop!

Time continued to tick by, the ticking of the clock echoing throughout the boxing ring. Normally, people couldn't hear the ticking of the second, but now the boxing ring was unusually quiet.

The onlookers were also waiting to see if any new challengers would appear.

In a corner, Ye Nantian sat with Venerable Zhang beside him. Neither of these two seventh-realm martial artists made a move.

"This swordsman was clearly arranged by Jack. He's trying to lure out that mysterious expert." Ye Nantian snorted coldly, but he was also a little worried. He knew very well who that mysterious expert was. If he really appeared in this arena, he might actually try to steal this magic weapon.

This is a trap, a trap set by the Earth Martial Arts Alliance.

The magical artifact is indeed very tempting, but no one can take it away. This is because if someone can defeat Zhang Jian, countless powerful figures will emerge and immediately identify you as that mysterious expert.

If we are defeated, we will die here. If we break through the encirclement, the Earth Martial Arts Alliance will then launch an attack, claiming that this is the mysterious powerhouse and demanding that the Dragon Kingdom execute him.

This is killing two birds with one stone!

For the Martial Arts Alliance, it is not necessary for the mysterious expert to appear in person; all that is needed is evidence to prove the existence of the other party, even if that evidence is fabricated at will.

Venerable Zhang smiled and said, "That's not necessarily true. Those are terrestrial immortals; how could they possibly be interested in such a simple technique..."

Before he could finish speaking, the words came to an abrupt end.

Because a young figure slowly walked towards the arena...