To think Xu Ke was delusional enough to try and exert psychological pressure with such a slow pace? How ridiculous!

At the same time, Qian Jun's subordinates burst into thunderous laughter, a roar that momentarily drowned out all other discussions in the stadium. "HAHAHA…"

"He's hilarious. Did he make all this fuss just to take a stroll across the stage?"

"This guy really thinks he's Brother Ting, doesn't he?"

"He has to challenge the boss for the sake of his male pride? HAHAHA! Isn't he just throwing away what little dignity he has left?"

They found Xu Ke's actions utterly comical.

In the stands, members of the Qin, Ye, and Huang Families couldn't help but sneer. They had never seen such a foolish way to court death.

They thought Xu Ke might pull some trick when he got on stage, like the hidden weapon technique that had severely injured Li Ming that morning, or the kind of "clever tricks" he had used against Ouyang Shuang. In the end, however, all he could muster were these futile, death-courting ploys.

A smile completely filled Jin Hankang's old face.

Is this it? After all that fuss, this is all he has?!

Sitting in the Zhou Family's rest area, Zhou Qingyong was even about to get up and leave.

Is there any need to keep watching? Once Xu Ke reaches Qian Jun, there will be no suspense.

In stark contrast to the widespread laughter, the hearts of Yuan Shang and Chen Xiong sank to rock bottom.

Is this how he promised to save his own life? This is just courting death!

No one had any faith in Xu Ke. Only the corners of Wong Qifu's lips quietly curled into a smile…

But regardless of what anyone else thought, Xu Ke continued his unhurried walk toward Qian Jun. There was no eruption of True Qi, no overwhelming aura. There was only a man in black, strolling forward.

Meanwhile, Qian Jun stood proudly, looking down on him like an executioner waiting for a condemned man to offer up his own head.

Even the longest distance has an end. Xu Ke soon stopped just over two meters in front of Qian Jun. Any martial artist in the audience could have crossed such a distance in a single leap.

Having reached his spot, Xu Ke finally stopped. Everyone in the audience sat up straighter, leaning forward in anticipation. The next moment would be critical. They all wanted to witness Qian Jun send Xu Ke flying effortlessly, just as he had done to Sikong Mao and the others over the past two days.

Seeing Xu Ke stop, Qian Jun looked at him with disdain. "Finished with your walk?"

He wasn't in a rush. Why hurry when dealing with a dead man?

Xu Ke lightly brushed his hands together as if removing non-existent dust. He looked at Qian Jun and said, "I'm finished."

"Then I'll send you on your way. Remember this for your next life: don't oppose us." Qian Jun's smile widened, his killing intent overflowing with a rabid excitement. "We are not people you can afford to offend! You think you can fight us? That's nothing more than your delusion. Let me tell you, even if you weren't poisoned, you couldn't possibly defeat me. Because from the very beginning, you were never my match!"

As Qian Jun finished speaking, he suddenly stomped forward.

The next moment, a terrifying aura burst from his body, surging skyward like a hurricane sweeping in from the horizon and stunning everyone present. For a moment, it was as if a million-ton bomb had detonated in the stadium, leaving a brief, dead silence. This was immediately followed by an overwhelming uproar of shocked exclamations.

"What? Qian Jun actually possesses such strength?!"

"Impossible! He's only twenty-seven years old!"

Everyone's expression changed drastically. Yuan Shang and Chen Xiong turned deathly pale. "This is bad! Xu Ke is doomed."

The contestants in their designated area, however, all wore expressions of proud arrogance. That's right. This was the source of their confidence. Their belief that they could never lose wasn't just empty talk; it was a conviction born from Qian Jun's true strength.

On the stage, the aura Qian Jun unleashed was not that of the well-known Postnatal Great Perfection.

It was the Innate Initial Stage!

Qian Jun had been hiding his true power from the very beginning. Even an expert who had just reached the Innate Initial Stage could completely suppress a martial artist at Postnatal Great Perfection. And this was Qian Jun, a prodigy who could defeat Innate Martial Artists even when he was still in the Postnatal Realm. After his breakthrough to the Innate Initial Stage, his aura could only be described as unparalleled.

At this moment, he was the center of attention in the entire stadium.

As Qian Jun's rampant aura washed over the crowd, making every heart pound, Xu Ke, standing before him, seemed utterly insignificant and frail, like a lone boat in a gale, ready to capsize at any moment.

"Xu Ke, any last words? I'll give you time," Qian Jun laughed, his voice filled with unstoppable pride.

When he first came to Tianhai, Qian Jun thought he would sweep through Xu Ke with ease, but he faced one setback after another, leaving him incredibly frustrated. However, when he channeled that frustration into his training, he unexpectedly broke through the barrier of Postnatal Great Perfection and advanced to the Innate Initial Stage. This filled him with immense surprise, and it was the true reason for his arrogance and why he refused to take Xu Ke seriously. Xu Ke thought he could defeat him at the Postnatal Great Perfection stage, but Xu Ke had no idea that Qian Jun had long since surpassed that level.

"Last words?" But Xu Ke was unexpectedly calm, as if he had known about Qian Jun's true strength all along. He chuckled. "Do you think I need to?"

"What else? Do you really think you have a chance of walking off this stage alive?" Qian Jun made no effort to conceal his murderous intent, not caring that the entire stadium could hear him through the amplifiers.

Xu Ke was never going to walk off this stage alive!

The sheer force of Qian Jun's killing intent made the weaker members of the audience tremble, their faces filled with horror.

Yet Xu Ke remained just as composed, nodding slightly. "Alright, I understand."

"Understood?" Qian Jun's expression darkened at the sight. He was losing his patience. No matter how he threatened or how much power he unleashed, Xu Ke showed no signs of terror or panic.

Since Xu Ke isn't scared, why am I wasting time offering him last words? It would be far more satisfying to just kill him now!

"Fine. Since you have nothing to say, you've brought this on yourself," Qian Jun said lightly. "When you get to hell, don't come crying that I never gave you a chance."

Xu Ke opened his mouth to speak, but Qian Jun gave him no chance. Having decided to end it in one blow, he had no intention of wasting any more time talking. A fist as fast as lightning shot out before everyone's eyes, aimed directly at Xu Ke's abdomen.