My husband Can Cultivate-Chapter 156: Give Up!

Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall won the second match, as their strength was clearly superior.

"The third match: Number Ten from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall versus Number One from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall!"

Yang Qi was startled. It was his turn. His opponent, Number Ten, was far too weak. He couldn’t muster the slightest interest. But since he had promised to help, he might as well go up.

Number Ten from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall was a powerfully built young man. At this moment, however, his expression was grim, and he was hesitating. Before he had come up, Chen Li had told him to just concede the match directly. Yang Qi was not someone he could handle. But the man seemed to possess a certain pride and was unwilling to give up so easily.

"You’re just a skinny monkey! I refuse to believe I can’t beat you! The Young Miss underestimates me too much!" the burly young man roared, charging at Yang Qi.

Yang Qi simply shook his head and casually swung a slap.

The burly young man was sent flying out of the ring, his mouth full of blood. He trembled with fright.

He’s really strong, but tormenting the strong is what I enjoy most! A cruel, cold smile spread across Bai Sheng’s face. He had completely zeroed in on Yang Qi.

Yang Qi gave Bai Sheng a contemptuous glance. If this guy didn’t know what was good for him, he wouldn’t mind teaching him a lesson.

After Yang Qi’s victory, the competition continued.

"Number Three from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall versus Number Nine from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall!"

Number Three was Bai Sheng. This made Number Nine from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall somewhat fearful.

"Just concede," Wang He said. "Losing this one match doesn’t matter!"

"Don’t worry, Young Master. If I can’t handle it, I’ll concede," Number Nine replied with a smile before stepping onto the ring.

However, once he went up, he never came back down. Bai Sheng mercilessly killed Number Nine right in front of everyone from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall.

"Bai Sheng, you’ve gone too far! You actually killed him!" Wang He roared angrily.

"Hmph! If you lack the skill, you deserve to die!" Bai Sheng snorted coldly and pointed at Yang Qi. "Kid, did you see that? That will be your fate soon enough!"

He then stepped down, and the battles continued.

Wang He, Zhang Rong, and Chen Li all won their matches easily. Zhang Zheng, on the other hand, was defeated by Chen Liang, Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall’s top talent. Chen Liang’s strength was even a notch above Wang He’s, and he was already being considered their seed contestant to defeat Zhang Rong. Although victory was not certain, if anyone could defeat Zhang Rong, it would have to be Wang He.

After the first round ended, six people remained from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall. Meanwhile, only four were left from Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall—Yang Qi, Wang He, Chen Liang, and one other person. Their opponents were Zhang Rong, Chen Li, Bai Sheng, and three others. However, those other three were outside reinforcements. Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall’s only reinforcement was Yang Qi. For the position of Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch, Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall had truly spared no expense.

The second round of duels began.

The first match was surprisingly a duel between Bai Sheng and Wang He.

Bai Sheng flashed a smug smile and leaped onto the ring. "Wang He, come on up! Let’s see if I don’t cripple you today!"

Wang He frowned. He couldn’t possibly concede. He was the Young Master of Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall. Even if he was outmatched, he could not surrender, as that would be far too shameful, especially without even putting up a fight.

"Kid, if you can’t win, just get down. There’s no need to be reckless," Yang Qi advised, seeing the determination in Wang He’s eyes. "Your aptitude is good, and you have a promising future. Don’t be rash!"

"Yes, Mr. Yang!" Wang He nodded and stepped onto the ring.

The two quickly engaged in battle. Bai Sheng’s combat power was indeed far greater than Wang He’s. Bai Sheng was already a Martial Arts Master, albeit only at the initial stage. In contrast, Wang He was still just a novice Martial Arts Master.

Using his superior strength, Bai Sheng launched a tempestuous offensive against Wang He from the very start, attacking like a ferocious beast. He completely overwhelmed Wang He, leaving him with no power to retaliate. After little more than a dozen moves, Wang He’s arm was broken by a palm strike.

"Hehehe, just let your father watch you get killed up here!" Bai Sheng sneered, becoming extremely excited, like a shark that had caught the scent of blood. His attacks grew even fiercer.

"Wang He, get down!" Yang Qi roared.

Although Wang He was unwilling, he turned and fled toward the edge of the ring. With a broken arm—even if it was just a fracture—he would surely be killed if the fight continued.

But Bai Sheng had no intention of letting him off so easily. He accelerated and rushed forward, shaping both hands into palms and striking toward the center of Wang He’s back. "Go to hell!"

The palm strike landed. However, Wang He proved quite formidable. Stepping on the very edge of the ring, he forcefully twisted his body, managing to avoid a fatal blow. He was blasted from the ring, severely injured, but at least he wasn’t dead.

"Hehe, so the Young Master of Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall is just a useless piece of trash," Bai Sheng mocked coldly. "You don’t even have the resolve or courage to fight to the death. Why did you even bother learning martial arts?"

The expressions of the members of Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall turned ugly, but there was nothing they could do. Bai Sheng was too strong. It seemed that aside from Chen Liang, no one was his match. Fortunately, not many contestants were left.

With Wang He eliminated, Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall was down to three people. In the very next match, however, Chen Liang was pitted against Zhang Rong. Although Chen Liang was strong and fought his hardest, he was still defeated. He was knocked from the ring, spitting blood as he fell.

"All of you are trash!" Zhang Rong jeered.

Chen Liang was frustrated, but he was helpless. He was confident he could defeat anyone from Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall except for Zhang Rong, who was simply beyond him.

In the third match, the last remaining member of Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall was eliminated by Chen Li.

At this point, Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall was left with only Yang Qi. Meanwhile, Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall still had six people. However, in the fourth match, Yang Qi eliminated one of Iron Fist’s reinforcements. This saved them some face.

Still, only two rounds had passed. One side had five people left, while the other had only one. This outcome was truly unexpected.

"Hahaha! Wang Nantian, I think you should just admit defeat! This year’s Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch belongs to our Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall!" Chen Tiequan laughed boisterously.

"It’s not over yet. Who knows what the final outcome will be?" Wang Nantian said coldly, his expression dark. Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall had been receiving support from the Wang Family of Thunder City over the years and had developed exceedingly well. His own Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall, however, had declined due to his past disability. For several years, Iron Fist Martial Arts Hall had held the title of Alliance Hierarch, acquiring substantial resources. It was only normal that they were no match. Everything now depended on Yang Qi.

"Wang Nantian, if I lose, I’ll return that old ginseng to you," Yang Qi said.

"Mr. Yang, you must be joking. I would never take back something I’ve given away," Wang Nantian said, shaking his head. "Your willingness to come and compete for us is already more than enough!"

"Hehe, you don’t mean what you say. You desperately want to win, don’t you? Relax, they’re just a few pieces of trash," Yang Qi said with a smile.

Just then, the third round of duels began. Since Yang Qi was the only one left on the Tian Nan Martial Arts Hall side, he was the only one who could fight. The referee didn’t even bother calling out numbers anymore and simply let Yang Qi pick his opponent. In any case, victory wasn’t guaranteed, regardless of who he chose.