Mu Cheng advised from the sidelines.
"Brother Su, losing isnât shameful. Donât risk your life just to show off."
Du Jingâs Book also advised.
The others from West Martial cheered loudly in encouragement.
"How proud! My brother-in-law is actually going to duel with Meng Yang. I wouldnât dare to challenge Meng Yang myself."
Yang Lezhi wiped his tears with Xu Baiyanâs sleeve.
Earlier, he was punched in the face by Mu Cheng, and his eyes wouldnât stop tearing up.
"If you use my clothes to wipe your tears again, Iâll break your leg."
Xu Baiyan stared coldly at Yang Lezhi.
"Arenât you moved?"
Yang Lezhi asked.
"Iâm afraid Su Yue will recklessly push himself. Fists and feet have no eyes, and Meng Yangâs Lightning Fist isnât a joke."
Xu Baiyanâs face was full of worry.
Only those close to you worry in such a different way.
Liao Ping and Zhou Yuncan leaned weakly against their chairs.
Too lazy to say anything.
They were all peers, classmates.
The Meng Yang they looked up to was already standing on the same stage as Su Yue.
This gap is suffocating.
Making people despair.
Making people numb.
...
Ten minutes later, Su Yue slowly let out a breath of turbid air.
"Iâve recovered enough."
Su Yue spoke.
He hadnât actually returned to 100% peak condition; after all, this wasnât a meditation scenario. Recovering to about 92% was theoretically sufficient.
"I suggest you use your strongest punch, and weâll have just one move.
"Iâve observed your combat style. Youâre proficient in the three-way amplification technique, skilled in the quality blade technique, the Little Lingbo Step, and the Withered Step.
"But Iâm telling you in advance, what worked against Liu Huanong wonât work on me. Even standing here, I can drain your Qi Blood.
"Donât waste unnecessary time."
Before the match, Meng Yang reminded him.
He had already been more than benevolent.
His reaction speed and defense power werenât something Liu Huanong could compare to.
For Su Yue to rely on speed to kite him was clearly a joke.
"My amplification state is gone, and I donât plan to use that method against you."
Su Yue shook his head.
What level of opponent was Meng Yang?
Even if he stood there for me to strike, itâs uncertain I could break through his defensive punch net.
Aside from wasting Qi Blood, there wouldnât be any effect.
"I heard from Bai Xiaolong that on the stage, you might use the Lightning Fist.
"This time, Iâm choosing to go head-to-head. Iâll stand right here. Iâll use a defense strategy and you use the Lightning Fist; the duel ends when you knock me down.
"Honestly, I didnât think about winning against you. I want to challenge myself."
Clap!
After speaking, Su Yue snapped his fingers once.
His entire body was enveloped in a layer of protective aura.
Buzz!
Buzz!
Buzz!
Then, Su Yue continuously released multiple shields of the Turtle Shell Technique.
At Su Yueâs current level, the Turtle Shell Technique could almost be instantly cast.
Double defense could withstand an ordinary tier fourâs full-on attack.
But against Meng Yang... this defense was a bit like wooden planks that could likely be kicked apart.
"Hmm, youâre smart, choosing a most dignified way to step down."
Meng Yang nodded, genuinely admiring him.
Sizzle-sizzle.
At the same time, Meng Yangâs left hand flickered with glaring arcs of lightning, looking like tiny electrified snakes coiling around. Just a glance makes oneâs scalp tingle.
One must be out of their mind to face such a punch.
"Ready... first punch..."
Swoosh!
As Meng Yang spoke, his figure disappeared, and in the eyes of the distant audience, a long trail of electrical light extended across the stage, causing their eyes to sting.
Thud, thud!
Thud, thud!
Su Yue swallowed hard, his heart pounding wildly.
Pressure.
Unprecedented pressure, his feet couldnât move at all, as if they were trapped in a swamp.
Seven defensive shields were all stacked in front of his chest.
If it were a formal battle situation, Meng Yang could easily attack Su Yue from another direction.
But this was a duel stage, and he allowed Su Yue to stack his shields.
This was the confidence of a master.
Sizzle-sizzle.
When the Thunder Fist truly made contact with Su Yue, the lightning surged, dazzling to an extreme. Su Yueâs 24K titanium alloy eyes hurt, as if being struck by a high-powered spotlight.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Indeed, in the face of the Thunder Fist, Su Yueâs so-called protective shields were mere fragile wooden planks.
With a series of crisp sounds, Meng Yangâs fist, like a leopard glimmering with lightning, directly reached Su Yueâs chest, erupting in spark and lightning.
All seven defensive shields were shattered and didnât even impede the speed of the Thunder Fist.
Su Yue crossed his arms, gathering all his Qi Blood power, to defend his chest.
Pop!
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
In the next blink, from the point where Su Yueâs arms crossed, a visible shockwave radiated outward, the force kicking up dust along the way, leaving the ring in a mess.
Near the ring, nearby Martial Artists covered their faces.
No choice.
The shockwave was so fierce that it stung their faces.
Crack!
Crack!
Then, beneath Su Yueâs feet, the ground of the ring began to spread with fine cracks.
Whew!
Whew!
Whew!
Su Yue trembled all over, breathing heavily.
Simultaneously, his legs shook uncontrollably.
Pain!
Not just the pain in his arms blocking the fist; his entire skeleton throbbed with a numbing pain.
This Lightning Fist leaves Inner Strength inside the opponentâs body.
...
The entire venue was in shock.
In the stands, everyone was dumbfounded, dry-mouthed.
One punch.
Already shattered the floor of the ring.