"That mountain?"

"Is this the True Qi Transformation? Incredible."

The crowd continuously expressed their amazement.

"Uncle Yang, what do you think?"

Jiang Qin inquired of Yang Hai.

Yang Hai said,

"This cultivation technique is remarkable, and the True Qi is robust, especially since this is Zhu Changxiong's full-force strike out of grief and anger. Even I am not confident I could withstand it."

"I'm afraid this kid will lose."

"Ah?"

Hearing this left Jiang Qin with a pale face.

"Well, he helped us earlier. Uncle Yang, can you save him?"

Yang Hai nodded.

"Since the young miss has asked, naturally."

Saying this, he began gathering strength in his legs, to be ready to save Zhang Xiaoshan at the first moment Zhu Changxiong would deliver a killing blow in Zhang Xiaoshan's defeat.

"Heh."

In the arena,

Zhang Xiaoshan looked at the incoming mountain-like strike.

His eyes were filled with coldness.

This Zhu Changxiong is nothing much.

He's a Qi Transformation practitioner, true, but too weak.

This strike doesn't even reach eighty percent of the strength of the Blood Flood Dragon Group's deputy chairman Jiang Ying, whom I previously slew.

"Ridiculous."

"Watch me break this mountain with my physical body."

As he spoke, Zhang Xiaoshan threw a punch with his right fist.

"Boom."

At the moment he punched,

his right sleeve exploded.

Revealing his right arm.

The right arm was a golden bronze color, like a glazed diamond.

"Body cultivation?"

"Isn't he a Qi Transformation Martial Artist?"

The crowd was astonished.

"No matter how powerful physical strength is, it has limits. Can it withstand True Qi Transformation?

"

"Not necessarily."

"Using an egg to hit a stone, too arrogant."

At that moment, Zhang Xiaoshan fiercely planted a punch on the mountain hill.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Just the first moment of contact,

the seemingly immensely powerful hill instantly cracked.

Then dissipated.

But the momentum of the punch did not weaken in the slightest, it continued straight forward.

The fist was at least two meters away from Zhu Changxiong,

yet the force of the punch reached him first.

"Boom."

The punch's strength hit Zhu Changxiong's chest,

instantly caving it in.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

A number of ribs broke, and his body flew backward,

landing on the ground, covered in blood, in a hideous state.

As glorious and arrogant as he was before, now he was just as pitiful.

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Everyone held their breath, eyes wide open, rear molars about to shatter, incredulously staring at the scene before them.

Zhu Changxiong was defeated.

And it was a crushing defeat.

This is more fantastical than Spider-Man.

"Hiss."

A few moments later, the sound of gasping filled the air.

The first to sound was Zhang Xiaoxiao's cheering.

"Great, great, the chairman won."

"Hooray, hooray."

Lin Kerou, whose heart was in her throat, although said nothing, her knees gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.

Her inner torment was somewhat relieved at this moment.

Yang Hai, who was originally planning to rescue Zhang Xiaoshan, thought to himself that the real fool was him.

As for those rich businessmen, each and every one of them was terrified, trembling, and looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with eyes stripped of any former contempt, only filled with fear.

As people were in shock, Zhang Xiaoshan stepped over to Zhu Changxiong, who lay on the ground.

At this moment, not a single one of the Flying Fox Sect's dozens of guards dared to step forward.

"Zhu Changxiong, is this the lesson you intended to teach me?"

Zhang Xiaoshan coldly asked.

The icy words were like a slap on Zhu Changxiong's once-overbearing face, making him feel utterly disgraced.

"Who, who exactly are you?"

"Your strength is so formidable, you shouldn't be an obscure nobody."

"You're pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger. You really are pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger."

Zhu Changxiong felt unjustly wronged to death.

But Zhang Xiaoshan mercilessly ridiculed him again.

"Pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?"

"Ha ha, if I really wanted to deal with you, why would I need any pretense? Moreover, you even think you deserve to call yourself a tiger?"

"Utterly laughable."

"I originally wanted to leave, but you insisted on asking for trouble. Now that things have reached this point, we might as well create some noise."

"Give me an explanation."

"An explanation?"

Zhu Changxiong was taken aback.

Others present were equally bewildered.

Zhang Xiaoshan had ruined his son and brought Zhu Changxiong a crushing defeat.

And now he dared to ask Zhu Changxiong for an explanation.

Arrogant.

Extremely arrogant.