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Qin Fang quietly walked up to Kyokushin Genichi, staring down at the previously arrogant karate master who had carried himself with an imposing air. Now, he lay feebly on the ground, reduced to an utterly pathetic figure. Qin Fang's face wore a faint, disdainful smile as he ruthlessly added insult to injury, rubbing salt into Kyokushin Genichi's wounds.
The person responsible for reducing Kyokushin Genichi to such a miserable state, of course, was none other than Qin Fang.
Initially, Qin Fang didn't plan to deal such a heavy-handed blow. His original intention was rely to teach the old bastard a lesson, perhaps to the sa degree as his disciple Sato had suffered.
But this old bastard turned out to be utterly vile, harboring malicious intentions as he attempted to launch a treacherous attack on Qin Fang...
To quote the saying, "Debts in June must be repaid swiftly!"
Kyokushin Genichi's strike had been calculated to cripple Qin Fang with a single move, his attack dripping with venomous malice. If Qin Fang had truly been caught unprepared, the punch Kyokushin Genichi threw earlier would have left him either dead, ntally incapacitated, or paralyzed...
One who deals such ruthless blows cannot expect rcy from Qin Fang.
So Qin Fang opted for an "eye for an eye" strategy—a lethal reprisal. Originally intending to land a strike that would leave Kyokushin Genichi rely coughing up blood, Qin Fang instead chose to deliver a devastating punch directly to the spinal column.
The human spine is one of the most critical parts of the body. If fractured, the consequences range from partial paralysis and lifelong immobility to imdiate fatality in severe cases.
With Qin Fang's mastery of acupuncture and secret techniques, his grasp of human anatomy is unparalleled. He is intimately familiar with acupoints surrounding the spine, one of the most concentrated regions of the body's vital points.
With a calculated strike aid at the spine, there was no way Kyokushin Genichi would escape unscathed!
The spine, often referred to as the "Dragon Bone" by martial artists, is a key source of their strength. An injury to this area delivers a crippling blow to a martial artist's overall capability—a fatal weakness.
Looking at the paralyzed and combat-incapable Kyokushin Genichi sprawled on the floor, Qin Fang's expression remained calmly indifferent. However, he hadn't forgotten the words Kyokushin Genichi had uttered before the match, so he deliberately repeated them back to him now.
The historical animosity between Japan and Dragon Country runs deep. Once upon a ti, the Japanese had sent plaques with the humiliating label "Sick Man of East Asia" to Dragon Country. Today, Qin Fang saw this as an opportunity to turn the tables, throwing this insult back at the Japanese.
This old bastard's vile character and ruthless attack made Qin Fang decide to let him truly experience what it ans to be a "Sick Man of East Asia."
With the fracture of his spinal column, even considering the possibility of reattachnt, the intricacy of spinal injuries makes restoration an almost insurmountable challenge, second only to the complexity of neurosurgery.
Even in the unlikely scenario of successful repair, Kyokushin Genichi shouldn't expect to recover his forr strength. At best, he might regain enough mobility to perform basic movents—anything more would be wishful thinking. Most likely, he would be reduced to a cripple incapable of heavy labor.
There's no doubt about it—the once-strong, grandmaster-level karate master, Kyokushin Genichi, is now nothing more than a broken man, a re "Sick Man."
With that, the match effectively concluded. Despite lasting less than a minute since the start, the lightning-fast end left spectators stunned and unable to imdiately process what had just transpired.
Yamamoto and his group, in particular, were dumbfounded, their mouths agape in astonishnt, unable to close them. The turn of events had occurred so rapidly, their triumphant laughter hadn't even faded before Kyokushin Genichi was brought down—forcing their laughter to freeze in their throats and transform into an awkward series of coughs.
Qu Yuancheng and Kong Er were similarly flabbergasted, their reactions mirroring Yamamoto's group, albeit with sharply contrasting emotions.
Just monts prior, they had been tightly wound with worry for Qin Fang. But in the blink of an eye, Qin Fang delivered an unbelievable turnaround, turning their concerns into wild elation—completely reversing their moods.
Fortunately for the two spectators, neither suffered from heart issues. Otherwise, the emotional rollercoaster might have proven fatal...
"I hereby declare the winner of this match… Qin Fang!"
Regardless of the audience's varied reactions outside the ring, the referee, He Zongguan, displayed comndable professionalism as he officially announced the result of the match.
As a grandmaster-level expert, He Zongguan didn't need to examine Kyokushin Genichi's injuries to discern that he was unable to continue fighting. The victory, therefore, clearly belonged to Qin Fang.
Upon inspecting Kyokushin Genichi's injuries more closely, He Zongguan's expression transford into one of pure astonishnt. Qin Fang's strike had been utterly terrifying, shattering every segnt of Kyokushin Genichi's spinal column—inch by inch—with no chance of recovery...
Kyokushin Genichi was finished. From this mont forward, he was destined to live out his days as a powerless invalid.
Naturally, given his personality, Kyokushin Genichi might resort to committing seppuku to preserve his honor. Yet, in his current state, he didn't even possess the strength to lift a blade, let alone take his life!
He Zongguan, as the manager of one of the Black Fist Alliance's arenas, had seen countless experts, so even surpassing Qin Fang in sheer power.
But this was the first ti He Zongguan had witnessed soone shatter an entire spinal column with a single punch...
Such a feat wasn't rely the result of raw strength—it required a perfect combination of strength, technique, and specialized execution.
"Looks like my intuition was spot on. He's truly an exceptional talent!"
He Zongguan's discovery further convinced him of Qin Fang's extraordinary potential. His gaze grew increasingly peculiar as he murmured softly to himself.
From the mont he first encountered Qin Fang, He Zongguan had sensed an underlying aura of ferocity—making Qin Fang an ideal candidate for the path of black boxing. He was already plotting how to guide Qin Fang into this world.
However, he hesitated initially upon learning that Qin Fang had arrived with Qu Yuancheng, who was a family relative of his. Qin Fang's possible connection to a wealthy background made He Zongguan reconsider.
Young masters born into affluent families often possess varied personalities—so indulge in luxury and idle pleasures, while others focus on managing family businesses. Then there are those who seek thrill and adventure through activities such as racing, yachting, skiing, or rock climbing—all safe pursuits compared to the life-threatening path of black boxing.
Born into such families, these young masters are inherently privileged, and unless their family faces sudden ruin, they're destined to live lives of comfort and ease.
Considering these factors, He Zongguan initially assud he would have to abandon his plans for Qin Fang.
But after seeing Qin Fang clash with Yamamoto's group, slap Sato into submission, and challenge the grandmaster-level Kyokushin Genichi, He Zongguan saw an opportunity. He imdiately stepped forward to act as referee for the match.
Otherwise, given his identity and status, He Zongguan wouldn't bother with such back-alley disputes. As long as the arena wasn't disrupted, he wouldn't care even if both parties fought to the death.
But Qin Fang had piqued his interest.
And this match only solidified He Zongguan's resolve to lead Qin Fang down this path.
Qin Fang's incredible strength had already made an impression. Despite He Zongguan's sense that Qin Fang hadn't yet reached the sa level as him, Qin Fang showcased battle prowess capable of defeating an early-stage grandmaster-level expert. Cleaving through a hundred black boxing matches would be a re warm-up for him.
These hundred deathmatches would hone an already formidable Qin Fang into sothing even more terrifying, potentially propelling him into a realm that even He Zongguan himself might have to look up to.
On this matter, He Zongguan was suprely confident in his judgnt.
In terms of raw strength, He Zongguan ranked near the bottom among the Black Fist Alliance's arena managers. The organization boasted nurous experts far stronger than him.
But when it ca to evaluating talent and shaping potential champions, his ability soared far above the muscle-bound bruisers around him...
It was precisely this insight and knack for spotting talent that drove He Zongguan to seek out Qin Fang after the match and extend an invitation.
"Mr. Qin, are you interested in joining us? I believe you have the makings of a top-tier black boxing champion… You'll be able to go farther and grow even stronger on this road!"
The Black Fist Alliance, a major force within the underground world, remains secretive and unknown to outsiders.
Though He Zongguan holds the position of arena manager within the alliance, he couldn't overtly reveal its existence… unless Qin Fang agreed to join its ranks as one of its fighters. Only then would He Zongguan fully disclose the organization to him.
Of course, He Zongguan's words carried a certain allure. A talented young martial artist like Qin Fang, who seeks higher levels of martial arts mastery, might naturally be drawn to the opportunities offered by the alliance. For young martial artists like him, the Black Fist Alliance can be extrely enticing.
In fact, many young experts join each day—so succeed, survive, and grow stronger, while many more fall in the savage arenas, including so of the most promising martial artists...
"Manager He, Qin Fang is my cousin. How could you…"
The first to voice displeasure at He Zongguan's suggestion was, of course, Qu Yuancheng.
The thrill of black boxing might appeal to people like Qu Yuancheng as a form of entertainnt—a release from the tedium of their lives.
But that didn't an they themselves wished to step into the cage as fighters. Even Kong Er, who was even more fascinated by black boxing, only ever planned to sponsor fighters, not beco one himself.
As for stepping into the ring himself… That was out of the question. Whether or not he possessed Qin Fang's strength, he wouldn't risk his life that way. He wasn't foolish enough to throw away his survival for such pursuits!
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