"Damn it! Yu Ying, quickly, quickly flatten this guy Yue Chuan Hai Dou."
The live stream was bustling. The male anchor’s camera even showed the top donor wanting to connect directly and cheer him on through voice chat.
Yu Ying had a bad feeling. Yue Chuan Hai Dou moved and surprisingly used a mysterious footwork.
This punch, before Yu Ying, turned into countless afterimages flickering in front of him. Yu Ying was dazzled and, for a moment, couldn't tell which was real and which was fake.
With no other choice, Yu Ying went into a defensive stance and took Yue Chuan Hai Dou’s punch squarely.
However, his defense was timely. He only felt a dull ache in his chest, a slight sweetness in his throat, and spat a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Damn it!" All the viewers in the live stream saw this and couldn't help but curse.
"Son of a bitch, are these Japanese guys all prepared?"
Someone in the live stream posted this, and immediately the chat was filled with discussions about conspiracies.
Yu Ying wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. Just as he was about to counter-attack, Yue Chuan Hai Dou unleashed a series of palm strikes and punches. Yu Ying had no choice but to retreat repeatedly, eventually reaching the edge of the stage. He leaped off, but as he looked up, Yue Chuan Hai Dou was a step faster, appearing directly above him.
"Mr. Yu Ying, your speed is still too slow for me," Yue Chuan Hai Dou taunted, stomping down on Yu Ying's stomach.
Yu Ying's defense was instantly shattered. His body plummeted rapidly, smashing heavily onto the fighting stage, creating a shallow pit. Yue Chuan Hai Dou stood on top of Yu Ying, showing no intention of getting off.
"I concede," Yu Ying sighed, annoyed at losing so anticlimactically.
Even though Yu Ying had conceded, Yue Chuan Hai Dou did not get off him. He applied a little more pressure, breaking a few of Yu Ying's ribs.
"What are you doing?" Cheng Xue Yi roared. "He already conceded, and you're still attacking."
"Damn it! This son of a bitch, he still attacked after conceding."
The live stream was filled with indignant shouts. Yue Chuan Hai Dou looked at Cheng Xue Yi and said calmly, "I apologize, Mr. Yu Ying, Mr. Cheng Xue Yi. I didn't clearly hear Mr. Yu Ying's concession. After all, I've always lived in Japan, and concessions are spoken in Japanese. I didn't react in time."
Cheng Xue Yi jumped onto the stage and confronted Yue Chuan Hai Dou, saying, "Then can you get off now?"
"Certainly." Yue Chuan Hai Dou stepped off Yu Ying. Cheng Xue Yi’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was so impatient that he didn't even wait for the stage to be repaired and wanted to fight immediately.
As Cheng Xue Yi moved, Yue Chuan Hai Dou kicked Yu Ying's body, sending him flying towards Cheng Xue Yi.
"Insolence!" Cheng Xue Yi was shocked and quickly caught Yu Ying, placing him at the edge of the stage.
Ji Feiyang took Yu Ying off the stage, and Ye Bufan stepped forward to examine his injuries, quickly using acupuncture to promote blood circulation and dissipate blood stasis.
"General Ji, I'm truly sorry. My subordinate was a bit heavy-handed and has severely injured the second place winner of your Martial Arts Tournament," Yamamoto Natsuyanagi called out to Ji Feiyang with evident smugness. Though he spoke of apology, a smile couldn't help but spread across his face.
"Damn it! I'm furious! This Japanese guy is clearly prepared."
"Exactly, it's a conspiracy. They knew we'd be at the Martial Arts Tournament and came specifically to humiliate us and boost their own country's prestige."
"Stop arguing! Cheng Xue Yi has already gone up, and we only have fourth and fifth place left. Do you know the strength of our opponents?"
"Oh no, what if Cheng Xue Yi loses too?"
"You upstairs, shut your crow's mouth."
The live stream buzzed with discussion. The male internet celebrity first focused the camera on Yu Ying, then moved it to the fighting stage.
"Mr. Yue Chuan, Cheng Xue Yi requests a match," Cheng Xue Yi called out to Yue Chuan Hai Dou on the stage.
Yue Chuan Hai Dou cupped his fists in greeting. Cheng Xue Yi moved instantly, unleashing a palm strike at Yue Chuan Hai Dou with both hands. He intended to go head-to-head, and the air crackled with the impact.
However, Yue Chuan Hai Dou, facing Cheng Xue Yi, did not engage in a direct confrontation. Instead, he adopted a strategy of evasion.
Cheng Xue Yi, angered by what happened to Yu Ying earlier, was eager for revenge.
"It's over, Cheng Xue Yi has fallen into the trap," Ji Feiyang said worriedly, watching Cheng Xue Yi's attacks.
Ye Bufan glanced up. Yue Chuan Hai Dou's actions could be considered killing two birds with one stone: first, it was a humiliation to Great Xia and boosted Japan's prestige; second, it would affect the state of mind of those who came later, making them more prone to making mistakes, which would be fatal on the battlefield.
As expected, seeing his attacks evaded several times by Yue Chuan Hai Dou, Cheng Xue Yi became increasingly impatient, and a momentary opening appeared.
Yue Chuan Hai Dou seized this opening and suddenly counter-attacked.
"Eight-Headed Serpent Fist." Yue Chuan Hai Dou's movements became incredibly fluid as he unleashed a punch at Cheng Xue Yi. The punch, seemingly direct, snaked out in an "S" shape.
"Azure Poison Overlord Fist." Cheng Xue Yi's skin surface hardened like scales, forming a gauntlet of sorts, which he used to clash against Yue Chuan Hai Dou.
"Bang—"
Cheng Xue Yi took a step back, while Yue Chuan Hai Dou retreated several steps, leaving an afterimage.
"Above you!" Yue Chuan Hai Dou's energy suddenly intensified. Cheng Xue Yi looked up and found himself also airborne.
The two battled fiercely in the air, with intermittent sounds of "bang bang bang" from their collisions.
"Nether Rainbow Ghost Claws." Yue Chuan Hai Dou's fists transformed into claws. He suddenly changed tactics, and with a "shredding" sound, Cheng Xue Yi's clothes were torn, and his body was slashed several times.
Immediately after, Yue Chuan Hai Dou's fingernails turned black and elongated.
"Poison!" Cheng Xue Yi's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Yue Chuan Hai Dou to be prepared for this.
The next second, the wounds began to itch. Cheng Xue Yi tried to circulate his internal energy but found he couldn't. His body even began to feel weak and limp.
"Die for me!" Cheng Xue Yi looked at Yue Chuan Hai Dou and used all his strength.
"Heaven-Shattering Fist!"
While resisting the poison, he forcibly mobilized his internal energy. Cheng Xue Yi felt his meridians tearing with pain.
"Boom—" Yue Chuan Hai Dou thought he would win, but unexpectedly, Cheng Xue Yi suddenly went berserk, forcibly channeling his internal energy to unleash a punch towards Yue Chuan Hai Dou's head.
The next moment, two figures fell from the sky.
Ji Feiyang and Yamamoto Natsuyanagi moved simultaneously, catching the individuals from their respective sides.
"A draw," the master of the Tianxing Martial Arts Hall declared, his brow furrowed. Though he loathed to accept the outcome, he announced it.