Chapter 138: Qin Xiaochuan’s Full-Force Strike

Mindful of her commentary duties, Miss Xing Meng raised her microphone and addressed the packed arena once more. "The exchange of offense and defense that erupted in an instant is truly an eye-opener! I wonder if the audience managed to follow it? My own eyes could hardly keep up; their lightning-fast movements and speed were swifter than light itself! What a thrilling duel—it is absolutely exhilarating!"

"Neither of them is using their full strength; they are merely testing each other's power," Feiyan muttered, shaking his right hand, which was sealed once again. He felt a twinge of regret. "Damn it... I really shouldn't have let that kid Qin Xiaochuan take my place."

"Sikong Lang!"
"Sikong Lang!"
"Sikong Lang!"
...

Although Sikong Lang’s demon energy had incinerated many of the weaker demons moments ago, the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—only fueled the audience's worship of him. Whether in the human realm or the demon realm, only the strong command respect. As the three-time champion of the Dark Martial Arts Tournament, Sikong Lang had already proven his might.

Ignoring the frantic cheering of the demons around her, Frost sat in a corner of the stands, watching Qin Xiaochuan with a look of concern. "If Sikong Lang is only using thirty percent of his strength, I suspect Qin Xiaochuan is already at sixty percent. This is becoming dangerous..."

"Indeed," Yuan replied, straightening up upon hearing Frost. "But Qin Xiaochuan still has his Spirit Spheres. I was genuinely shocked by the ones he unleashed previously. A Spirit Sphere of that magnitude might just deliver a fatal blow to Sikong Lang at a critical moment."

"But the question is, how much has his spiritual power actually increased in these past two days?" Looking at Qin Xiaochuan on the ring, Zhou was uncertain. Based on Qin Xiaochuan’s movements just now, he knew he was no longer a match for the boy. However, defeating someone like Sikong Lang with speed and agility alone was difficult. Furthermore, Sikong Lang was only using eighty percent of his power, suggesting he was still holding back. While it was unclear what other cards Qin Xiaochuan held, based on current observations, he remained at a disadvantage. Whether he could win was now hard to say.

"Whew... not bad. You don't look nervous at all!" Returning to the center of the ring, Sikong Lang waved his arms in the air, his palms shifting through various motions—grabbing, pointing, hooking, pushing—as if adjusting to a power he hadn't used in a long time. He seemed quite satisfied with the warm-up, and he grew expectant of the power Qin Xiaochuan had inherited from Jing Hai. "Come on, let me see the power you obtained from him!"

"After that lightning-fast clash, the two fighters stare each other down. Now, Qin Xiaochuan is channeling his power into his right hand—!"

With his spiritual power fully charged, Qin Xiaochuan’s Spirit Sphere was ready to fire. Staring at Sikong Lang, he sought the optimal shooting position. Four spheres were his limit; he couldn't afford to waste a single one. If he fired from this position, Sikong Lang would easily dodge it, and without a direct hit, the damage would be negligible. He needed to get close and strike from the front. He couldn't find the perfect angle just by standing there; he had to move. Without hesitation, Qin Xiaochuan charged forward.

*Looking for the best angle? You're quite cautious,* Sikong Lang thought. Seeing the charge, he didn't defend. Instead, he met the attack head-on. He wanted to test the true strength of the Spirit Sphere inherited from Jing Hai. If the attack was no more powerful than Jing Hai’s, he would be sorely disappointed.

Sikong Lang didn't dodge; he cooperated, allowing Qin Xiaochuan to find his mark. He would take the full force of the sphere with his own body, even if it meant injury. He hadn't felt the sting of pain in a long time. If Qin Xiaochuan’s attack couldn't even wound him, then there would be no need to use his full one hundred percent.

Seeing an opening, Qin Xiaochuan threw a lightning-fast left punch to Sikong Lang’s chest. Taking the blow head-on, Sikong Lang looked disappointed. "Not even a scratch!" Before Qin Xiaochuan could follow up, Sikong Lang swung his left fist, creating a gust of wind that kicked up dust across the floor. Though it missed, it gouged a deep trench into the stage. He didn't give Qin Xiaochuan a chance to recover, slamming his right fist down where the boy landed. "Time to increase the intensity!"

The sheer force of the impact, combined with the wind pressure, shattered the ring into a massive crater. Seeing Qin Xiaochuan leap away, Sikong Lang knew his chance had arrived. *Come on, fire away. I’ve given you the perfect shot.*

As expected, the moment Sikong Lang looked up, Qin Xiaochuan aimed his right hand at his chest. Suspended in mid-air, Qin Xiaochuan fired the fully charged Spirit Sphere, hitting Sikong Lang square in the chest. The massive sphere propelled Sikong Lang backward, smashing through the stands and flying deep into the forest.

"Si... Sikong Lang has been hit dead-on by the Spirit Sphere!" Referee Miss Xing Meng scrambled to her feet. The shockwave had destroyed the ring and knocked her over. Shaking off the dizziness, she realized millions were watching and grabbed her microphone. "Qin Xiaochuan’s Spirit Sphere is far larger than anything he fired earlier! Like a giant rocket, it blasted Sikong Lang out of the ring! The stands couldn't even block its power. Sikong Lang has been sent flying into the depths of the forest—his fate is unknown!"

The demon audience erupted into a frenzy.
"What!? Did Sikong Lang lose?"
"That sphere was huge!"
"I can't believe he was knocked away!"
"So shocking!"
"Is Sikong Lang really defeated?"
"How disappointing!"

"I bet my entire fortune on the Sikong team!"
"Sikong Lang, you can't lose!"
"If we lose, I'm jumping into the sea!"

"Hey!! What is the referee doing? Start the countdown! He’s out of bounds!" Zhang Yang shouted, searching for the official. If the count ended and Sikong Lang didn't return, Qin Xiaochuan would win.

Just then, Feiyan spoke up. "Look closely at where Qin Xiaochuan is standing..."
"What...!? The ring... it's gone."
"In a fight like this, 'out of bounds' is meaningless. This is a battle to the death." Feiyan’s expression turned solemn. "It was a direct hit."
"Sikong Lang didn't put up any defense," Bai Ying added.
Feiyan crossed his arms. "If he comes out of this unscathed..."

"Incredible! I never thought his Spirit Sphere could be that big!"
"I wonder how he trained to increase his power so much in such a short time!" Hearing Frost, Yuan stood up, stunned. The sphere was at least ten times larger than when he had fought the boy. He wondered what kind of monster he was dealing with. If he kept growing at this rate, even with his wind-speed, Yuan wouldn't be able to catch him.

"What kind of special training did he do?" Zhou wiped sweat from his forehead. When they had fought, the boy’s power wasn't anywhere near this level. In just a few days, Qin Xiaochuan had grown strong enough to potentially kill him in an instant. It was truly terrifying.