Seeing the punch, Chen Xinrou realized that while Qin Yuan was forced to continually retreat, Qin Hao stood immobile!
This punch, Qin Hao actually won!
In the cage just now, Qin Yuan's fist was like a bicycle being crushed by a truck, his entire arm emitted a creaking sound. He gasped, hurriedly stepping back several paces, looking at Qin Hao in horror.
"How is this possible? A casual strike from you, how can it be so terrifying?"
Qin Yuan shouted in shock. He never imagined that his proud "Meteor Chasing the Moon" would be easily shattered by Qin Hao's move, almost crushing his arm — this was simply a crushing defeat!
Most terrifying of all, his fist had clearly been thrown earlier than Qin Hao's, yet Qin Hao's punch landed first. His punch speed was at least three times faster!
This confrontation exposed the disparity in their strength, leaving nothing hidden!
Qin Yuan wore a ghostly expression. Was this truly the same waste he had casually bullied three years ago? The power of this punch far exceeded his own!
"Impossible… This is impossible!"
Qin Yuan shook his head repeatedly; he was panicked. Being surpassed by Qin Hao was something he could not accept.
"How many years have you been learning the Vast Fist?"
At this moment, Qin Hao looked at Qin Yuan and asked.
"Seven years," Qin Yuan replied.
"Oh," Qin Hao nodded and said, "That's about the same as me learning for three months."
"You!" Qin Yuan almost spat out blood. To be so belittled by Qin Hao, his pride felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He really wanted to spit blood.
At this moment, Qin Hao held up three fingers and said, "Do you see how many this is?"
"Three?" Qin Yuan looked at Qin Hao in confusion and asked, "What do you mean?"
Then, Qin Hao retracted one finger and said, "Now, you have two seconds left before you kneel."
"You!" Qin Yuan felt the greatest humiliation of his life. He roared, "Qin Hao, don't be too arrogant! I am Qin Yuan, once slaughtering you like a dog, how dare you be arrogant with me??"
"Furthermore, I am the Black Fist King here! My ninety-nine consecutive wins, my fame spreads far and wide, where do you stand?"
"I don't know where you get the courage to speak so wildly to me?"
At this moment, Qin Hao calmly withdrew another finger and then said, "You talk too much. Seeing you're pitiful, I'll grant you one move."
Qin Hao's eyes flashed, shifting his weight as his right leg powered back, his left foot darted forward, lowering his posture slightly, adjusting his balance. His right fist rose like a Tornado gathering within.
"This stance… could it be!" Qin Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened with incredulity.
Chen Xinrou was puzzled at first, but then her eyes widened, shouting out in surprise: "This… his move is… impossible! This is impossible!"
Just then, Qin Hao smoothly slid his left foot forward, his right leg following with a slight knee bend, heel slightly raised! His right fist extended, palm down, striking fiercely towards Qin Yuan!
This furious punch was countless times more powerful than Qin Yuan's earlier Meteor Chasing the Moon!
"No!"
Qin Yuan stared in terror, his trembling lips could only utter this single word.
And Qin Hao, every bit of him seemed to become a shadow; with an unstoppable momentum, he charged towards Qin Yuan! That intense killing aura was like an emperor in the night, plunging Qin Yuan into an Abyss, filling his heart with fear!
In that moment, Qin Yuan felt how fragile life was, realizing that if Qin Hao wished, a mere flick of a finger could end him!
In that instant, he understood how ridiculous his previous arrogance had been; before Qin Hao, how utterly insignificant he was!
Bam.
Qin Yuan felt his body hit like a train had struck him; he felt a flying sensation. In the air, terror filled his vision as he stammered out four words: "Divine Dragon Spits Jade!"
Qin Yuan's body collided heavily with the iron net; he felt like his entire body would fall apart, unsure how many bones had broken.
After struggling on the ground for a long time, he barely managed to stand up, completely losing his ability to fight! His expression looked as if he'd seen a ghost, his trembling fingers pointing at Qin Hao, yet he couldn't utter a word.
"Vast Fist's Fifth Layer 'Divine Dragon Spits Jade'!"
Chen Xinrou looked at Qin Hao in disbelief, her small hand covering her mouth, her eyes filled with incredulity, murmuring, "The Fifth Layer of Vast Fist, even Qin Zhiwen, who has been praised since childhood, has probably just learned it, right? How… how could he, a waste, have learned it too?"
Chen Xinrou was deeply shocked inside.
At that moment, Qin Hao looked coldly at Qin Yuan and said, "Kneel and I won't kill you."
"You… you truly dare to kill me?" Qin Yuan looked at Qin Hao with resentment, feeling extremely humiliated. He never imagined that Qin Hao, whom he had always looked down upon, had become someone he now feared.
"Kill you?" Qin Hao smiled coldly, his gaze swept over; Qin Yuan stared wide-eyed in terror, feeling a palpable killing intent, as if facing a sea of corpses and blood.
He—
He absolutely dared to kill him!
In that moment, fear overwhelmed Qin Yuan, his face turned ashen pale, realizing he was like an ant, and Qin Hao could easily crush him.
Bam.
Finally, Qin Yuan's knees gave way, and he knelt to the ground in front of Qin Hao!
In that instant, Qin Yuan's heart wept; his pride, his dignity, his arrogance—all trampled under Qin Hao's feet. He could never have imagined kneeling before Qin Hao one day!
"I… concede."
Qin Yuan bit his lip until it bled. Each of these three words felt like a sword piercing his heart, making him feel so stifled, so ashamed.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was stunned, gaping with disbelief!
What?
Lost?
Qin Yuan actually lost? The Black Fist King with ninety-nine consecutive victories, actually lost? And it was a crushing defeat, willingly conceding and kneeling before his opponent?
This scene was extremely impactful; the entire arena stood up, eyes staring wide, both excited and incredulous!
"He won? He actually won? Qin Yuan lost? The legend ends?"
"Hahaha, Qin Yuan, you also have your day. Weren't you just arrogant? Now why are you kneeling on the ground in public?"
"Awesome! This Qin Hao is so awesome, my idol, I worship him so much!"
"So handsome, simply a god-like existence!"
Eyes filled with excitement and worship fell on Qin Hao.
In the cage, Qin Hao glanced around at the entire arena who had stood up, countless eyes looking at him with uncontrollable admiration. He pressed down slightly with his hand and said calmly, "Sit down, routine operation."