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The crowd was already quite large, even surpassing the number of people staying to watch the matches over there. Most of the spectators seed to be from Hong Kong Island.
Watching drama is a part of human nature—regardless of nationality or ethnicity, there are no exceptions.
Especially for those coming here to watch underground boxing; they were here for the excitent anyway.
The Black Fist Arena was originally a place where many resolved grudges—and, of course, created new ones. So, nobody found it surprising anymore.
However, typically, everyone here is soone with status. Throwing verbal jabs is all fine and well, but directly resorting to violence? That was extrely rare.
And for soone stronger than most boxers here to make a move against a rich heir—now that was an even rarer spectacle. Deals this fierce could easily get soone killed if things went wrong.
Sato's strength had just been witnessed by many monts earlier. He was undoubtedly on the level of the African Lion or the Nordic Giant, a top-tier expert among experts.
In comparison, Qin Fang, though well-built, seed no match for soone of such caliber; clashing with him would clearly put Qin Fang at a massive disadvantage.
As Sato launched his swift and imposing strike—a move eerily similar to a devastating one from the earlier matches—
This sa technique had knocked out several opponents working together against him, leaving them all with significant injuries.
Back then, Sato wasn't even going all out. However, now... Sato was clearly putting his full strength into it, as if intent on killing Qin Fang.
Just as this thought crossed everyone's mind, a crisp slapping sound rang out, piercing their ears.
"Wait a second, Sato was clearly using his fist—how did it turn into a slap?"
"Did he change moves at the last mont?"
"Sothing seems off, sothing's definitely off..."
After a brief mont of frowning, confusion, and disbelief, many began to sense that sothing was deeply wrong. The disparity here was just too great—if it was so kind of switch, it made no sense at all.
In terms of raw damage, a punch is undoubtedly much stronger than a slap. With Sato's fiery temper, would he really hold back at this mont?
Clearly not possible!
So how could such a change occur?
The stronger the doubt, the greater the need for answers. Consequently, even those unwilling to witness such a bloody scene turned their attention to Qin Fang and Sato...
The sight that unfolded left them all utterly dumbfounded.
Sato's fist had indeed reached right in front of Qin Fang's face... but it was just a tiny bit short.
Exactly how short?
rely the width of a palm away.
Sato's powerful and heavy fist was stopped dead with a single hand by Qin Fang, just inches from his face.
No contact with Qin Fang?
Many blinked in surprise. The fist blocked by Qin Fang didn't leave a scratch on him; clearly, it hadn't connected.
But then, where had that crisp slap sound co from?
For answers, one only needed to look at Sato's unfortunate face. At that mont, Sato's hand was trapped by Qin Fang, unable to move or break free, while half his face was swollen as though stung repeatedly by a swarm of angry bees—swollen to the point of grotesque distortion.
Faintly visible, one could see five fingerprints on the swollen half of Sato's face. Though the face's deformation made it hard to see clearly, the marks were undeniably there.
Sato, though not tall by any ans, had a build considered standard for a Japanese man. Yet, this didn't change the fact that he was indeed short.
To top it off, Sato's face was sowhat round, with a moderate amount of flesh—not particularly thick nor thin.
However, that single slap had turned half of Sato's face into a grotesquely swollen mass. One eye had swollen shut, making him resemble a bloated pig head... No, correction—half a bloated pig head; the other half still lacked a bit.
It wasn't Qin Fang who had suffered a loss—it was Sato... Sato, who had been seen by many as a top-tier expert, had unexpectedly lost in such a humiliating way!
The outco left everyone in a mix of shock and confusion, while their interest in young Qin Fang skyrocketed.
"Let him go!"
Kyokushin Genichi's expression changed once again.
Sato's sudden attack had left him slightly displeased. After all, he had formally challenged Qin Fang to a duel; for his disciple to strike in such a manner as if orchestrating a tag-team assault was unfair and opened them up to criticism.
Still, Sato had a point—he was testing the waters for his master. Qin Fang might have seed confident earlier, but if he couldn't even handle Sato, it would be degrading for Genichi to step in personally.
But the actual result exceeded Genichi's expectations by a mile.
He had already gauged Qin Fang's abilities, primarily based on his youth. Even soone extraordinarily talented couldn't possibly reach the Master Level so young.
Though a Japanese man, Genichi had done so light research on the Dragon Country Martial World. Among the younger generation, only geniuses could reach Master Level by thirty—and Qin Fang looked barely twenty, possibly even younger. It was naturally inconceivable for him to have reached such a level.
While Sato hadn't achieved Master Level himself, he was already at Level 5 Peak strength—a top-notch young fighter.
After all, practitioners of external martial arts progress rapidly in the early stages, especially techniques emphasizing combat tactics, like karate. Improvents ca faster than in most disciplines.
There had even been cases of karate prodigies achieving black-belt skill levels before turning 20, with so reaching even higher heights.
Sato's talent wasn't outstanding, but under Genichi's tutelage, after over ten years of cultivation, he had reached this stage, making him an impressive fighter.
Although further breakthroughs seed unlikely for Sato, relegating him to stagnation below Master Level, he was still evidently the strongest disciple under Genichi's wing—a primary reason for bringing him along.
With that mindset, Genichi was confident in Sato's abilities; under his tutelage, it was always Sato overpowering others, rarely the other way around.
However—
Today, they had undoubtedly encountered a tougher opponent—a far tougher one than expected!
Sato, while not invincible below Master Level, was still considered a formidable fighter, yet he ended up in this state against Qin Fang. This forced Genichi to reevaluate Qin Fang's capabilities.
Though he found it improbable, so suspicion crept in—could it be that Qin Fang had already reached Master Level?
Don't let the Japanese reverence for karate as their "National Art" mislead you; in reality, it wasn't all that formidable. While karate practitioners might extol its virtues, true experts within Japan's martial circles held it in much lower regard.
Only practitioners of Japan's so-called "Inner Sect" disciplines, like ninjutsu, were considered true experts. And only they understood the strength of Dragon Country's martial world and its ancient, hidden sects.
A young expert reaching Master Level? Ridiculous!
The Tang Sect, Shaolin, Kunlun... these ancient schools, with histories spanning centuries, produced Master-Level experts in their twenties with startling regularity—far beyond the imagination of soone like Genichi.
So, for Genichi not to believe Qin Fang possessed such strength stemd from his own ignorance.
Of course, Qin Fang found none of this surprising.
After all, there were even Japanese boasting about... "Karate being the world's greatest martial art"—a claim even dismissed by their own experts as nonsense!
"He... isn't worth a second move from !"
Facing the darkened expression of Kyokushin Genichi, Qin Fang smiled even more brightly. Like tossing out garbage, he gave a slight flick of his arm. Sato's hundred-pound fra soared like a discarded trash bag, hurtling straight towards the nearby wall.
Sato, at this mont, was like a lost soul, seemingly unconscious. He offered no resistance, and as he approached the wall, he showed no signs of defending or evading...
"You..."
Kyokushin Genichi was so enraged by Qin Fang's words that he almost spat blood.
But seeing his disciple about to smash into the wall, he couldn't just stand idly by. With a quick step, he rushed to save him.
"Your opponent is ... Leave such thankless tasks to soone else!"
Genichi's reaction speed was fast, but Qin Fang's was faster.
As Qin Fang spoke, he seemingly teleported, suddenly appearing in front of Genichi. In one swift motion, he grabbed Genichi and yanked him back.
Genichi, though fairly strong—karate placed considerable emphasis on strength in its training—was entirely outclassed by Qin Fang's monstrous power.
Despite his struggles, Genichi could do nothing as Qin Fang forcibly pulled him away...
Thud~~
anwhile, his disciple Sato, left unaided, collided heavily with the wall. His neck twisted awkwardly, and he slumped to the ground, lifeless.
Whether dead or alive, nobody cared. With his dignity entirely decimated, no one would respect him anymore. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian) to vote with recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support motivates the most.)
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