"Boy, don't blame me," One-eyed Tiger said. "It's time to temper your arrogance and teach you humility."
Qin Yang's gaze turned slightly more serious. The man before him was indeed formidable. His aura was steady, standing motionless like a mountain, without a single weakness to exploit.
Yet Qin Yang remained unafraid, smiling. "The words 'humility' and 'arrogance' don't exist in my dictionary."
One-eyed Tiger looked at Qin Yang calmly. "Returning your own methods against you? Unfortunately, I've cultivated numerous martial arts too. Defeating you would make this title even more fitting for me."
"Then let's see what you're made of," Qin Yang said, making a gesture of invitation, his face wearing an amused expression.
Copy technique: Wave-Stepping Art. Technique 10/10. Advanced stage requirements met.
Copy martial art: Wave-Slapping Palm. Martial art 10/10. Advanced stage requirements met.
Host has advanced to the early Qi Sea Realm!
Next advancement requires: 0/10 techniques, 0/10 martial arts.
"Wait!" Qin Yang suddenly shouted.
One-eyed Tiger laughed heartily. "What? Now you're afraid?" His Wave-Slapping Palm had already demonstrated extraordinary power. The boy was clever - if fully unleashed, its power would grow increasingly formidable, rivaling even Profound-grade martial arts.
"What a pity," One-eyed Tiger shook his head. "Even if you concede now, it's too late. In a combat duel, there can be only one outcome!"
The crowd pointed and whispered among themselves, clearly disappointed by this young man's apparent lack of skill.
"The Fight Union isn't a place for your kind of nonsense. Get out of here!"
"In the Fight Union's dictionary, there's no word for 'concession'! Fight or die!"
The crowd's roar intensified, their voices rising in condemnation of Qin Yang.
Qin Yang looked around and couldn't help but chuckle.
"He's actually laughing? Has he gone mad with fear?"
"That laugh won't last long. One-eyed Tiger, take him down!"
"Um..." Qin Yang rubbed his nose, feeling a bit awkward. "I have a question I'd like to ask."
"Are you trying to stall?" One-eyed Tiger chuckled. "Ask your question. It won't buy you much time."
"What happens if one side suddenly advances during combat?" Qin Yang asked.
Everyone froze.
One-eyed Tiger frowned, remembering this had happened before. "If one side advances during combat, it means their opponent is no longer qualified to face them..."
At this point, One-eyed Tiger suddenly turned to Qin Yang, his heart pounding. "Could it be... you?"
Qin Yang nodded slightly. "My apologies. I couldn't hold back and accidentally advanced. I'm now a Qi Sea Realm cultivator. By your own words, you're no longer qualified to fight me."
The underground arena fell completely silent.
"Heavens! This can't be real!"
"How old is this kid? He's already reached the Qi Sea Realm?"
"So he really does have grounds for such arrogance..."
"Could it be that our Wanshan City Fight Union truly has no one capable of stopping him?"
Though Qin Yang had recently joined the Fight Union, as a newcomer, he'd shattered the unwritten rule that all new members must first endure a humiliating initiation.
"Change opponents. Continue the fight," Qin Yang declared, hands clasped behind his back.
"What? He just broke through and still wants to fight? Isn't this too arrogant?"
"If he wins again, our Wanshan City Fight Union will lose all face!"
"But the Qi Sea Realm is beyond our reach now. We can only watch the spectacle..."
In a corner, the red-clad maiden Wu Xiaoya gritted her silver teeth and spoke up: "If he wants to fight, let him! Assign him an opponent at the mid-stage of the Qi Sea Realm!"
The elderly man behind her looked troubled. "Miss, this boy seems quite formidable. What if..."
"The beast tide approaches, and all the continent's Chosen are gathering here. This boy must be one of them, aiming for Celestial Academy's enrollment. If word spreads that he single-handedly swept through Wanshan City's Fight Union, how can our Martial Clan maintain any dignity?"
"But..." the old man hesitated.
Wu Xiaoya's resolve remained unshaken.
With no choice, the elder gave the order. Soon, a young cultivator stepped onto the arena, bowing respectfully to Qin Yang.
"I am Xu Zhan, a mid-Qi Sea Realm cultivator. In the Qi Gathering Realm, I was a ten-battle warrior. Now, I stand thirty victories short of becoming a hundred-battle warrior."
"My heavens! Wanshan City's Fight Union actually harbors such a powerhouse?"
"A mid-Qi Sea Realm cultivator with seventy consecutive victories already?"
The crowd buzzed with speculation, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude as they watched Qin Yang.
Qin Yang's expression remained impassive as he made the customary invitation gesture.
"If you hadn't advanced, your slogan might have deceived the masses. But now that you've just broken through, I'll show you how to return fire with fire."
Xu Zhan settled into his stance, his gaze sharpening to a piercing focus.
"Wait!" Qin Yang called out. "The stakes are eight thousand low-grade spirit stones..."
Xu Zhan felt a tightness in his chest. Gritting his teeth, he declared, "Don't worry! I've got them!"
"This Qin Yang cares more about money than his life. How can he still think about spirit stones at a time like this?"
Copy: Mad Thunder Art. Proficiency increased to peak. Host's realm advanced to Qi Sea Realm perfection. Technique 1/10.
Copy: Racing Thunder Fist. Proficiency automatically increased to peak. Martial Technique 1/10.
Xu Zhan suddenly flashed forward, a fist hurtling toward Qin Yang.
The Mad Thunder Art's overwhelming dominance combined with the Racing Thunder Fist's lightning speed. A triumphant smile already graced Xu Zhan's lips - even if his opponent had been prepared, no defense could possibly block this attack!
Just as the fist was about to connect, Qin Yang's eyes flickered sideways, meeting Xu Zhan's gaze.
Impossible! How could he detect my attack? Xu Zhan's heart skipped a beat.
Qin Yang's sidelong glance held a hint of amusement.
Racing Thunder Fist!
In an instant, Qin Yang vanished. A moment later, Xu Zhan's chest erupted in pain. His body arched like a shrimp as he was sent flying off the arena stage.
The unexpected outcome left the crowd in stunned silence.
"Did Qin Yang win? Am I seeing things? Xu Zhan had seventy consecutive victories!"
"Qin Yang's move just now... it was definitely the Racing Thunder Fist! Is this guy some kind of freak? Can he really use his opponent's own techniques against them?"
Qin Yang's name spread like wildfire. Having just broken through to a new level, he'd defeated Xu Zhan—a formidable fighter in the Qi Sea Realm. His slogan was destined to become legendary.
"Nothing can stop him now," the old man murmured. "This boy is the true Martial Maniac!"
Wu Xiaoya drew a sharp breath, her gaze locked on Qin Yang. Suddenly, she smiled. "I must discover his true origins!"
With a swift motion, she strode toward Qin Yang.
"Um, next. The stakes are sixteen thousand low-grade spirit stones," Qin Yang announced loudly.
The bustling underground arena fell silent. Everyone exchanged glances, yet no one dared to challenge him.
Lou Mengyu and Jin Wanshan wore complex expressions. Could spirit stones truly be earned this way? Even Jin Wanshan couldn't believe money could come so quickly.
"Qin Yang, aren't you afraid of inciting public wrath? What if you suddenly die in the streets one day?" Jin Wanshan asked.
"What nonsense is this young man spouting? It's as if he thinks the Fight Union is some filthy organization," Wu Xiaoya said as she approached.
Jin Wanshan gasped sharply, his eyes widening.
The newcomer's beauty matched Lou Mengyu's, though their styles were completely different.
Her tight, revealing clothes showed off large expanses of snow-white skin. As she walked in, everyone felt the air grow hotter.
"Wu Xiaoya? Why is it you?" Lou Mengyu asked happily as she went over.
The two great beauties chatted as if no one else existed, though Wu Xiaoya kept shooting occasional resentful glances at Qin Yang.