In the spectator stands, thousands of eyes were fixed on the chaos, everyone holding their breath. Wang Bing's frenzied assault was terrifyingly powerful; could Ian have survived it?
On the high platform, a sinister glint flashed in Wang Ai's eyes, while Lu Ci looked solemn. Old Taoist Master Zhang Zhiwei had opened his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through all obstacles.
The dust settled, and the energy dissipated.
"Dead... Haha... He must be dead!" The mentally broken Wang Bing stood amidst the ruins, his blood-red eyes wide. He clawed at the rubble like a wild animal.
Submerged in his delusions, he was convinced he had won. He wanted to dig out Ian's corpse to savor the look of despair on his face before death.
Suddenly, a voice rang out near his ear: "Hello, sorry, could you move your feet a bit?"
Wang Bing froze, instinctively shifting his body.
Then, he looked down blankly. The blood-stained broken stone slab beneath him had been replaced by smooth, perfectly flat, brand-new concrete tiles.
Dazed, he slowly looked around. The sight before him made his pupils shrink, and his manic grin solidified.
With the spot where he stood as the center, the destroyed arena had nearly vanished! It had been replaced, at some unknown moment, by a layer of fresh concrete.
Moreover, the sensation beneath his feet felt sturdier than before.
The spectators below, watching Ian "repairing" the arena, were completely flabbergasted.
"Holy crap?!"
"What kind of ability is this?! Where did the cement come from?"
"Who brings cement to a tournament?!"
"Am I the only one who noticed he changed clothes? Where did that construction vest and hard hat come from!"
However, the deranged Wang Bing had his own unique interpretation.
Looking at the unharmed Ian who was still "on the job," madness flared up in his eyes again. His twisted brain filtered out Ian's display of power, capturing only the information that his opponent was still alive.
In his current muddled state of mind, Ian wasn't dead simply because he "missed."
"You... you're not dead?!" Wang Bing shrieked. "You brat, what luck! You sure dodged fast!"
"But it doesn't matter! This time! This time I'll definitely..."
On the high platform, Wang Ai, similarly affected, could no longer endure it!
His grandson had been beaten half to death and lost his sanity. The opponent had neutralized the attack in a humiliating fashion and was even performing a "circus act" of repairing the arena in public.
This brat was repeatedly provoking the dignity of the Wang family!
"Brat! How dare you insult my Wang family like this!!" Wang Ai let out a roar filled with fury and killing intent!
He cast aside his status as one of the Ten Masters! His old, portly figure suddenly sprang up, an icy and majestic aura exploding from him!
In a flash, he charged straight for Ian. He would take action personally to cripple this little beast! He would search his soul and seize his spirit!
Wang Ai was incredibly fast, but Ian seemed to have anticipated this.
Ian didn't even turn his head. He raised his right fist toward the still-rambling Wang Bing.
A heavy, terrifying sensation instantly shrouded the area!
"Xingyi..." Ian softly spoke the name of the move, and the pressure spiked! The madness on Wang Bing's face froze, replaced by ultimate terror!
"Hundred-Ton King!!!"
Vroom—! The air groaned!
The solid, massive phantom of a heavy-duty truck, radiating a metallic luster and the scent of diesel, abruptly appeared behind Ian!
The red truck head was ferocious! As Ian swung his fist, the semi-truck phantom let out a deafening engine roar and "crashed" into Wang Bing with savage force!
Before the fist even landed, the extremely compressed air in front of the punch had already formed a destructive strike!
Wang Bing's expression froze on his face; he didn't even have time to scream!
Crack! Crack-crack! The sound of bone-chilling fractures rang out!
Most of his bones were instantly crushed! His entire body was sent flying backward in an instant!
Wang Ai, attacking in a rage, had just reached the center of the arena.
Precisely at this moment, the terrifying shockwave from the "Xingyi—Hundred-Ton King" punch happened to catch him.
A terrifying, incomprehensible force crushed down upon him!
The protective Qi that the old man had hastily gathered was instantly dissolved!
Wang Ai let out a muffled groan, feeling his internal organs shift and rupture! His body lost control, swept up by the violent power, tumbling like a tattered sack until he slammed heavily into the distant ground!
Ian slowly withdrew his fist. He looked at Wang Bing, who was twitching on the ground nearby, barely clinging to life, and then at the collateral victim, Wang Ai. A trace of surprise appeared on his face, as if he had only just noticed them.
He blinked, then turned to face the dumbstruck referee and the silent spectators. He threw his hands up with a look of extreme innocence.
"You can't blame me for this, right?"
"I had no idea!"
"He just suddenly rushed out!"
"I thought he was a speed bump!"
"This was a blind spot!"
"I already tried to pull my punch, but I really couldn't brake in time!"
Then he looked at Wang Ai and said, "Talk to my insurance company if you have a problem."
"We are all just trying our best to live."
"..."
The referee was speechless, and the spectators looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.
Just when the audience thought Wang Ai would be lucky to keep half his life, the old man on the ground suddenly twitched. After coughing up a large mouthful of foul blood mixed with bits of internal organs, he actually rolled over and stood up!
The foundation of the Ten Masters was fully on display!
Being able to stand back up after taking a punch from Ian was enough to make him world-famous and a source of pride for a lifetime—assuming, of course, he could survive.
The standing Wang Ai first looked at the distant, prone Wang Bing, then turned to Ian.
His murky old eyes held nothing but venom, madness, and celestial killing intent.
The "Xingyi—Hundred-Ton King" had not only heavily damaged his body, but the intent of the punch had further shattered his already unstable mind. His long-term schemes and calculations were incinerated; his reason snapped completely.
"You little beast!!!" A raspy, distorted roar like that of a beast squeezed out of Wang Ai's throat. "I will tear your body into ten thousand pieces!!!"
An even stronger black Qi erupted. His body expanded, black veins bulging and twisting, and his eyes turned blood-red.
He transformed into a streak of black light, charging at Ian to deliver a strike that condensed all the power in his body!
On the high platform, Old Taoist Master Zhang Zhiwei had intended to stop Wang Ai's illegal intervention. He had just stood up when he saw Wang Bing being blasted toward the spectator stands.
While he didn't care about Wang Bing's life, he couldn't let him crash into the crowd and cause civilian casualties.
Zhang Zhiwei's figure moved rapidly, appearing in mid-air the next second to catch Wang Bing's mangled body, neutralizing the momentum. He then tossed him by the side of the stage. This brief delay meant he missed the window to stop Wang Ai.
When the Old Taoist Master looked back at the field, Wang Ai had already surged with all his Qi and reached Ian!
A flash of surprise crossed Ian's eyes. This old fossil was still hopping around after taking the aftershock of the "Hundred-Ton King"? Truly worthy of the Ten Masters; this old man was somewhat interesting.
"Looks like I need to use... a little-le-le-le bit more power."
Ian slowly raised his right hand and gradually clenched his fist. Instantly, an even more terrifying and heavy aura condensed around him.
"Xingyi—Overloaded Modified Ten-Thousand-Ton King!"
As he shouted this ridiculous move name, a colossal phantom of a semi-trailer truck loomed behind him!
Its cab alone was over ten times larger than the previous Hundred-Ton King. Behind the cab was a massive, illegally modified trailer, each section overloaded with "cargo" that peaked over the edges.
A force capable of shaking mountains and moving the earth gathered, causing the entirety of Dragon-Tiger Mountain to tremble slightly!
Everyone, regardless of their cultivation level, felt a fear stemming from their very souls.
This wasn't just a weakling's awe of the strong—it was a human's primal awe of the heavy truck!
It was the innate fear humans feel when facing a gargantuan object!