Ji Zhen Xuan Yi’s lips twitched subtly several times, a near-imperceptible smile playing at the corners of his eyes—a look that suggested either agreement or profound disdain.
He clasped his hands behind his back and slowly entered the room as well.
“Fat pig. Did you bring the money?”
The sudden words from the usually courteous Zha Can shocked everyone present. To call Gang Ben Wu a ‘Fat Pig’ in such a public setting was the most overt form of challenge imaginable.
“Insolent thing, what did you say?”
Gang Ben Wu’s face darkened. Towering over one eighty, he looked down upon Zha Can, the flesh on his entire body visibly trembling. The sheer difference in their physiques was immense; it seemed Gang Ben Wu wouldn't need any martial technique—just leaning over would be enough to crush Zha Can completely.
“Fat pig,” Zha Can raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing sideways up at Gang Ben Wu. “In my eyes, you’re just a pile of blubber. What else would I call you?”
“You’re courting death!”
Gang Ben Wu’s eyes widened, his thick eyebrows shooting straight up. The fat beneath his skin seemed to churn and gather like a river, causing his arms to swell further. With a whooshing sound that tore the air, the Great Splitting Mountain Palm struck out, completely enveloping Zha Can beneath its shadow.
Zha Can spared a glance for Qin Fen, a flicker of challenge crossing his eyes. He lifted a foot and pressed down lightly; the green bricks beneath him instantly pulverized into dust.
His shoulder shifted, and a hard elbow ripped through the air, producing a sound like sandpaper scraping, aimed directly at Gang Ben Wu’s enormous stomach.
The Great Splitting Mountain Palm lost none of its speed. Gang Ben Wu’s eyes were filled with a savage grin. His ‘cotton belly’ could trap even the kicks of a New Taekwondo practitioner; why would he fear this hard elbow? This was perfect! He only feared Zha Can escaping; with the cotton belly locked on the elbow, he could deliver a fatal palm strike!
Zha Can’s elbow connected with Gang Ben Wu’s cotton belly, and a slight smile also curved his lips. His entire elbow seemed to drill into the fatty mass like a corkscrew. With a slight lift of his shoulder, his arm moved as if an elephant were twisting its tusks.
Muay Thai: War Elephant Grinding Teeth!
The momentum of the Great Splitting Mountain Palm abruptly diminished. Gang Ben Wu’s features contorted and squeezed together. His thick tongue pushed past his tightly clenched teeth, and his legs began to slowly bend, sinking him toward the ground in surrender.
Instant victory!
Everyone present was stunned silent. The peerlessly formidable Gang Ben Wu had been instantly defeated by the unremarkable Zha Can?
Thump…
His two hundred and eighty kilograms slammed heavily onto the ground. The fat on Gang Ben Wu’s body continued to quiver. His much-vaunted natural defense was less than tissue paper against Zha Can.
Ji Zhen Xuan Yi, whose hands remained crossed over his chest, finally raised his eyebrows. A faint joy flashed in his eyes; he showed no anger at the humiliating defeat of his compatriot.
Du Peng, who had been sitting on the edge of the platform, also jumped down, his eyes shining with eager battle intent.
Zha Can squatted down, rummaging over Gang Ben Wu’s body for a moment before retrieving a black leather wallet. He pulled out all the banknotes inside and asked, “Is this enough? If not, I can go rob another one…”
Ji Zhen Xuan Yi gently worked his shoulders. Zha Can’s words were clearly aimed at him.
Qin Fen nodded slightly. “The money is sufficient, but…”
“But what?”
“But…” Qin Fen pointed at Gang Ben Wu lying by Zha Can’s feet. “I promised him first. How can you fight me before you’ve defeated him?”
Before Qin Fen had even finished speaking, the agonizingly prone Gang Ben Wu suddenly let out a roar. His massive hand clamped down hard on Zha Can’s left ankle.
The aura emanating from this new Sumo martial artist underwent a drastic transformation. His eyes flared a frightening crimson, and his fair skin sprouted a layer of black hair nearly half an inch long!
This dramatic change left the new recruits gaping.
Zha Can was also startled. What kind of martial art produced such a change, causing an instant surge in power? He had leaped past five-star strength, reaching an imposing aura that hinted at the verge of six-star capability!
Qin Fen tapped the green brick with his toe and gestured for the new recruits beside him to step back, his eyes reflecting the answer he had already guessed. “Bio-Beast. Level One Fusion…”
This simple phrase caused the new recruits even greater astonishment. They stared at the rampaging Gang Ben Wu, secretly questioning what was happening today—first three young masters challenging them, and now someone deploying an expensive Bio-Beast?
Hearing Qin Fen’s explanation, Zha Can’s eyes didn't show fear, but rather extreme excitement. Facing Gang Ben Wu’s hairy, thick arm, he threw his neck back, kicked off the ground, and soared high into the air. He pulled his right knee up violently, as if intending to launch it directly from his hip. His lower leg then snapped out like an arrow released from a taut bow, flying past Gang Ben Wu’s fist and landing squarely on the opponent’s jaw!
Ancient Muay Thai Core Technique: The Celestial Archer!
Gang Ben Wu’s massive body staggered again. A sound of cracking bone came from his jaw, resembling some mythological demon king struck by a heavenly arrow.
Zha Can used the momentum to pull his left ankle free from Gang Ben Wu’s grip. The instant his foot touched the ground, he leaped high again, his entire body stretching out. His right leg whipped out, making the air crackle like a tire blowout.
The fierce power he generated was nearly at the peak of four-star mastery, just a hair’s breadth from breaking into five-star.
New Taekwondo, when leveled up, was characterized by sheer ferocity, boasting a reputation as the world’s most unyielding style. While it was a boast, it earned considerable recognition.
Seeing this kick, the new recruits felt their hearts pound. Even a stone pillar would likely be killed by such a blow, wouldn't it?
The elbow strike from before had indeed been severe, and even after forcibly activating the Bio-Beast to reignite his fighting strength, Gang Ben Wu’s mind was still hazy when Zha Can landed the Celestial Archer blow to his jaw, compounding his disorientation.
Before he could fully react, Zha Can’s right leg swung like an alligator’s tail, slamming heavily into Gang Ben Wu’s forehead—The Alligator Whip. The two hundred and eighty pounds of mass were lifted clear off the ground before crashing down again. The black hair sprouting from his skin rapidly receded back into his body.
The activated Bio-Beast temporarily shut down as its host fell into complete unconsciousness.
The new recruits stared, dumbfounded. Zha Can had instantaneously dispatched a young master of New Sumo who had deployed a Bio-Beast.
“A fat pig is just a fat pig,” Zha Can sneered dismissively at the unconscious Gang Ben Wu below him. “Using a Bio-Beast on you is an insult to the creature.”
At this moment, even Ji Zhen Xuan Yi’s expression turned serious, his fighting intent intensifying. He slowly widened his stance, his toes gripping the ground.
Du Peng walked over to Qin Fen’s side. “Park Jong Hwan was yours. This one is mine.”
“You?” Zha Can’s smile held no prior contempt. “You’re good, but only ‘good.’ More than enough to handle that fat pig, but not enough to fight me. If you really want a match, wait until I’m done with Qin Fen, then I’ll accept your challenge.”
“Is that so?” Du Peng rotated his shoulders, producing a sound of clashing bone. “I’m worried. Worried you’ll be hospitalized after fighting Qin Fen and lose the chance to fight me at all.”
Zha Can smiled complacently. He turned and walked toward the door. “Don’t worry. You will certainly have the chance to witness the world’s most ferocious New Taekwondo. Qin Fen, the space here is fine for fighting the pig, but for a battle between you and me, this area is a bit too small. I’ll wait for you outside.”
Outside the empty barracks, Qin Fen stood silently. He displayed none of the aggressive aura that Zha Can emitted. His entire body seemed loose and relaxed, his arms hanging limply as if devoid of tension, showing a state of profound ease and tranquility.
Zha Can stared at Qin Fen strangely. This demeanor held a hint of the legendary Master. How could a mere four-star young martial artist possess the realm of a Master? This guy was truly putting on a show, trying to act like a master here.
The more Zha Can looked at Qin Fen, the more displeased he became, feeling like a mere stripling in the other’s presence. His own domineering arrogance was somehow being suppressed by the calm emanating from Qin Fen.
Qin Fen noticed the veins bulging like cords on Zha Can’s clenched fists, and both of his knuckles appeared to be stained with a dark, bluish-black dye.
Zha Can felt he could no longer maintain calm eye contact. He separated his legs slightly, but instead of using the Single Hanging Horse Stance, a common posture in New Taekwondo’s Three Palaces Step, he chose the much deeper Tiger Striding Step of the auxiliary fist stance. Instantly, many observing recruits felt that Qin Fen wasn't facing a human named Zha Can, but a fierce tiger wearing human skin.
Qin Fen also settled into his stance. Previously, when facing enemies using Bio-Beasts, he relied on weapons to win. Today, facing an opponent who could defeat stronger foes with only fists and feet, defeating him was far more valuable than beating an ordinary five-star martial artist.
When two top-tier four-star martial artists among the new recruits faced each other, no one needed to call the start. The moment their auras collided, the battle had begun.
As their auras clashed, the expressions of Ji Zhen Xuan Yi and Du Peng both grew solemn.
Zha Can instantly transformed entirely into a wild tiger. He stepped forward approximately seventy-five centimeters with his front foot while simultaneously sweeping his right arm upward. His hip rotated forward almost simultaneously, driving his body forward. His rear leg followed, whipping up with a sound faintly resembling a typhoon’s roar.