The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign-Chapter 252 - 248: Nothing Special, Incapable of Withstanding a Single Blow! (5)

Jiangzhou's Qin Fan?

Hearing the voice that boomed like a great bell in his ears, Zhou Yitian, who had just picked up his teacup from his seat on the red carpet, felt his hands tremble violently. The teacup clattered to the ground, and his face instantly turned pale.

At this moment, he finally recalled the youthful, delicate face on the stage. Qin Fan? Wasn't that Yuchen's classmate? The Qin family outcast he'd warned outside the villa on her birthday? It's him! How can it be him? How can it possibly be him?!

Zhou Yitian shivered, staring at the youth who had dispatched the dark-skinned tough with a single move. He suddenly remembered the warning he had waited so long to deliver outside the villa. Back then, he had warned Qin Fan to stay away from Yuchen, to bury whatever foolish ideas he might have. The implication was clear: Qin Fan wasn't worthy of Yuchen and had better not even think about her romantically. Recalling this, his face burned with a searing heat. The feeling of being slapped across the face spread rapidly at that moment.

Subconsciously, he glanced over at Ye Jizu. Seeing that Ye Jizu still hadn't taken a seat and recalling how he'd addressed Qin Fan as "Mr. Qin," Zhou Yitian finally understood why Qin Fan and Yuchen had walked out of the police station unharmed. I originally thought my own reputation had intimidated Wen Yuanjie, convincing him to downplay the incident and release them before I even arrived. Now, it just feels like another humiliating slap in the face. A man even Ye Jizu has to call 'Mr. Qin'... how could the local Jiangzhou authorities possibly dare to detain someone like that?

Unwittingly, I feel as though I've missed something truly priceless, something that comes along only once in a lifetime. A wave of regret washed over him uncontrollably. If I could turn back time, would I choose to meet with Qin Fan again? Yes! But definitely not in that manner or with that attitude!

While Zhou Yitian was stewing in his bitter thoughts, the grand spectacle of Qin Fan versus the entire Heavenly List began on the stage.

Qin Fan suddenly halted his charge. He extended a flat palm and shouted, "Earth Evil Third Style, Hundred Cracks Divine Miasma!"

Following the shout, his body leaned forward, and his palm smashed down toward the stage floor!

"Move, quick, move!" As Qin Fan's palm slammed down, Liu Chengguang felt a sudden surge of dread. He stared with horrified eyes and roared out his warning.

But it was too late. As Qin Fan licked his lips playfully, a thunderous series of booms erupted.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The entire stage—an area larger than a football field—shattered and exploded under the force of that single palm strike! The vast majority of the martial artists were caught completely off guard. Amid Liu Chengguang's belated cry, they plunged downward with the collapsing stage.

The air filled with the sound of ripping cloth and tearing flesh. Some had their clothes shredded, while others had their skin lacerated. Just one palm—one that wasn't even aimed at them—had thrown more than half of the Masters into utter disarray.

Qin Fan, who had leaped up the moment his palm struck, landed gracefully on an exposed steel pipe. He shook his head disdainfully at the disheveled martial artists below. "This is the so-called Heavenly List? Don't insult the name! I thought the Martial Arts World had some substance, but it seems you're all just fragile and can't withstand a single blow!"

"Brat, you used a dirty trick!" Master Ou from the Yong Chun Sect, ranked seventh on the Heavenly List, was not among the panicked crowd. Sensing danger the moment Qin Fan struck, he had leaped into the air. Now, landing on a pile of shattered steel, he roared like an enraged King Kong. "Shameless! Utterly despicable!"

A dirty trick? A mocking smile deepened on Qin Fan's face. "Haha, a dirty trick, is it? Name your Sect!"

"Yong Chun's Ou Yonghua!" Master Ou huffed. With that, he shot across the wreckage of the stage like a dragonfly skimming water, rushing toward Qin Fan.

"Then I'll use Yong Chun to fight you!" Qin Fan sneered, clenching his hand into a fist and launching it at the approaching Ou Yonghua.

BANG!

A low thud erupted as their fists clashed.

A cold sneer crept onto Ou Yonghua's face. "Is this the extent of your strength?"

"Doesn't your Yong Chun emphasize Inch Force? Haha!"

As soon as Qin Fan's laughter faded, Ou Yonghua seemed to realize something, and a look of panic flooded his face. But before he could react…

CRACK!

SNAP!

CRACK!

SNAP!

WHOOSH!

Five overlapping waves of power surged from Qin Fan's fist. Ou Yonghua could withstand the first two waves, but the third caused cold sweat to bead on his forehead. He tried to pull his arm back but found his fist was seemingly fused to Qin Fan's, offering no escape.

When the fourth wave of power hit, his teeth began to chatter and his muscles twitched violently. His face turned ashen.

And when the fifth, cumulative wave of power invaded his body, he could no longer withstand it.

A wretched scream tore from his throat as a mouthful of Essence Blood, containing the very core of his martial vigor, burst from his lips. Seeing this, Qin Fan quickly released his grip and sidestepped, nimbly avoiding the spray.

Freed from the clash, Ou Yonghua was flung backward by the overwhelming Inner Strength. He flew through the air like a kite with its string cut before crashing onto the red carpet a dozen meters away. Blood continued to gurgle from his throat. He wouldn't die, but his path to any future breakthroughs was essentially severed. That was the best-case scenario; a regression in his Realm was highly likely.

With a single move utilizing the very essence of Yong Chun—the Inch Force—Qin Fan had defeated the seventh-ranked Master on the Heavenly List from the Yong Chun Sect.

Looking at Ou Yonghua's pitiful state, the hearts of the many Masters at the Great Success stage of Dark Energy pounded in their chests.

Damn it! Where did this monster come from? A teenager defeating Master Ou, a man nearly sixty years old, in a single move? Heavily injuring the seventh-ranked Master on the Heavenly List, a Great Success Dark Energy expert, with just one strike?

"Just as he wished, let's all attack together!" Liu Chengguang's earlier rage had transformed into threads of horror. Having witnessed Qin Fan's terrifying strength time and again, a deep dread now filled him.

However, his words received no response.

Eight of the top ten from the last Martial Arts conference were present today. Xiong Tianlin had been wounded and defeated by the dark-skinned man, and Ou Yonghua's fate was now unknown after that last attack, leaving only six of the original eight top masters. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

But aside from these six, the rest of the Masters who had achieved Great Success with Dark Energy began to retreat as if by silent, mutual agreement. The seventh-ranked Master on the Heavenly List had been defeated and severely injured in a single blow; what point was there for the rest of them to be moths drawn to a flame?

People are selfish, especially these elite martial artists. Teaching Qin Fan a lesson was one thing, but what if they ended up like Ou Yonghua?

"You!" Liu Chengguang spat bitterly, watching as the thirty-four Masters backed down without a fight.

No one answered. They simply increased their distance by another meter, making their stance perfectly clear.

"Master Liu," one of the remaining six called out, "the dignity of the Martial Arts World must be defended. Since the six of us have chosen to stand our ground, we will fight to the end! With our combined power, subduing this boy will be more than enough!"