Xiaoming was on the stage fighting. Many people below recognized him as the little fellow beside Long Xiao.
No one doubted Hu Lei's identity now, as Xiaoming had followed him on multiple occasions, and most people knew that Hu Lei was Long Xiao's friend and had a good relationship with Xiaoming.
Seeing Long Xiao's calm demeanor, Luan Jiping nudged him and said, "Xiaoming was shot. The bullet is still inside him."
"It's alright, he'll handle it himself," Long Xiao replied in a low voice.
As Xiaoming drank water, several people from the Martial Alliance surrounded him, ready to examine his wound.
"Don't touch me, just help me with something later," Xiaoming said.
After finishing the water, Xiaoming handed the bottle to Qian Luo and said, "Lao Qian, point the bottle opening at the wound on my back."
Qian Luo took the bottle, puzzled. As he carefully observed the wound, he noticed it had already scabbed over.
Pointing the bottle opening at the newly scabbed wound, Qian Luo said, "Ready."
Xiaoming raised his left hand and slapped his chest. With a bang, the wound on his back split open, and the bullet flew into the bottle.
"Little brother, take off your shirt, and I'll bandage it for you," said Qian Xiao Ya, Qian Luo's daughter.
Xiaoming shook his head and said, "The wound doesn't need attention, it'll be fine in a while."
Qian Xiao Ya seemed skeptical. She stared at the wound for a minute, and it visibly scabbed over at an alarming rate.
After a half-hour break, Xiaoming stood up and walked onto the stage. Before the referee could speak, he shouted, "Who's next?"
On the South Korean side, as the young girl stood up, a middle-aged man pressed her shoulder and walked towards the stage.
Long Xiao quickly got up and also went onto the stage.
"Your wound isn't healed yet, go rest. I'll handle this," Long Xiao said.
Xiaoming nodded and turned to leave the stage. The middle-aged man looked at Long Xiao and said, "Are you sure you want to come here to die?"
A faint smile appeared on Long Xiao's face. "What are your chances of defeating me?"
"One hundred percent."
"In that case, stop the nonsense and let's fight," Long Xiao said, stepping back a few paces.
The South Korean fighter also retreated a few steps. Before preparing to fight, he glanced at the referee and said, "You can go down now."
The referee looked at the South Korean fighter in surprise, not understanding why he said that.
Long Xiao waved his hand and said, "You can go down too, to avoid getting hurt."
The referee hesitated for a moment, then turned and stepped off the stage.
Seeing the referee leave, the boxing arena fell silent. Everyone held their breath, watching the two men standing on the stage.
Long Xiao released his Five Elements Qi, and at the same time, his opponent's Qi also spread out. The two Qi streams collided on the stage, forming energy vortices. The ropes around the ring began to tremble incessantly.
The South Korean fighter gripped the air as if grabbing a long saber and swung it towards Long Xiao.
Long Xiao slid his feet, employing the 'Gui Xuan' step, and swiftly evaded the attack. Simultaneously, he lunged forward with his fists towards his opponent's back.
Although the South Korean fighter's footwork was inferior to Long Xiao's, his speed was not slow. The virtual saber in his hand was wielded with exquisite skill, and his attacks were tricky and sharp. After exchanging dozens of blows, they both retreated.
Long Xiao could clearly feel that his opponent's Qi was stronger than his own, and his saber techniques were far superior. He hadn't been hit purely due to his superior footwork.
To defeat his opponent, he first had to break through his Qi. Long Xiao began to move slowly, employing the 'Long Tun Si Hai' technique. The Qi emanating from his opponent was rapidly drawn into Long Xiao's body.
The South Korean fighter, noticing his Qi vanishing without return, recoiled in fear. Long Xiao clenched his right fist and shot forward like a cannonball towards his opponent.
Long Xiao could now control the 'Long Tun Si Hai' technique with ease, so he dared to use it freely even with many people around.
The South Korean fighter dared not engage Long Xiao directly and began to dodge in a desperate manner.
With Long Xiao's superior footwork, the South Korean fighter couldn't escape and was soon caught up.
The moment Long Xiao's hand touched the South Korean fighter, the Qi within his opponent surged out like a breached dam. Terrified, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground.
"Elder Hu, spare me," the South Korean fighter said in a low voice.
Since his opponent had pleaded for mercy, Long Xiao ceased his relentless assault and quickly stopped the 'Long Tun Si Hai'.
In just a few seconds, half of the South Korean fighter's Qi had entered Long Xiao's body. Due to the nature of Qi, Long Xiao felt as if his dantian was stuffed with an exploding balloon.
Seeing that the fight was decided, the referee hurried onto the stage to announce Long Xiao's victory.
The South Korean fighter, head bowed, left the stage. Several other South Korean experts immediately surrounded him.
"Why did you kneel and beg for mercy? How dare you come down," an old man reprimanded him sternly.
"Master, his technique is very evil. If I had been any slower to kneel, all the Qi in my dantian would have been sucked dry by him."
"He can absorb the Qi from your dantian? Impossible, you're talking nonsense."
"Master, I'm not lying. Half of the Qi in my dantian has already been taken by him."
Long Xiao staggered off the stage and slumped into a chair, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
"Sister, please don't let anyone disturb me. I need to rest for a while," Long Xiao said in a low voice.
Luan Jiping nodded. Long Xiao immediately closed his eyes and began to use 'Long Yuan' to refine the foreign Qi that had entered his dantian.
Qi was diverse in nature. Although ultimately all Qi possessed Five Elements attributes and could evolve into Five Elements Qi, the evolutionary processes of different Qi types varied greatly.
Long Xiao's speed in refining this Qi was very slow, but he was reluctant to discard it, so he had to cultivate slowly.
Xiaoming watched Long Xiao with concern. After a few minutes, seeing that his complexion was normal and he was merely cultivating, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Having won two consecutive matches, they could have skipped the third. However, the South Koreans insisted on continuing, so Xiaoming reluctantly stepped onto the stage.
The little girl was about Xiaoming's age, dressed in a pink tracksuit. Her face was delicate and fair, so tender it seemed one could pinch it. Xiaoming felt a pang of reluctance to strike.
"Hey girl, why don't we just call it a day? You've already lost anyway," Xiaoming said with a chuckle.
"Just because you say we should stop doesn't mean we will. You killed our people, and I'll kill you for revenge," the little girl said fiercely.
"He shot me first. If he hadn't harbored murderous intent, I wouldn't have killed him."
"Regardless, we have to fight today. I want revenge."
"Was the person I killed your brother?"
"You're my uncle, your mouth is asking for a beating." The girl rushed forward and threw a punch.
Xiaoming dodged quickly, still with a smiling face. "I'm doing this for your own good. Look at your delicate skin, if one punch landed..."
"Shut up." The girl's fist whistled towards Xiaoming's head again.
Xiaoming dodged rapidly, then moved behind the girl and slapped her on the backside.
"I'll kill you!"
The girl's face instantly turned red. She roared and charged at Xiaoming, her attacks becoming increasingly rapid.
On the stage, one was furious, while the other swiftly employed the 'Gui Xuan' step to evade the girl's onslaught.
Below the stage, the faces of several South Korean experts darkened.
The little girl was the only granddaughter of Park Jung Hee, the top master of South Korea. Although the old lady was critically ill, her authority remained. Her granddaughter being bullied like this would be difficult to explain upon their return.