The sudden surge in Liao Wensheng's strength surprised everyone below the stage.
The tiger-faced masked man observed the suddenly powerful Liao Wensheng with great interest. This was the first time he had seen the Five Thunder Palm used in this manner. Was it a self-created move?
Beside him, Yu Daochen merely glanced at Liao Wensheng with curiosity. He was more interested in what the wolf-faced masked man looked like. Although Liao Wensheng had shattered the mask, only a small portion was broken, revealing just a third of his face.
Even with only a third of his face visible, judging by the contours and his fair complexion, the wolf-faced masked man must have been handsome, at least a great heartthrob.
Qiu Changfeng, standing nearby, appeared much calmer, likely aware of Liao Wensheng's ability.
Arcs of electricity coursed through Liao Wensheng's body, tripling his speed and strength.
Both men charged at each other. The wolf-faced masked man delivered a horizontal kick towards Liao Wensheng's temple.
Sensing the danger, Liao Wensheng ducked and swept his leg towards the wolf-faced masked man's supporting foot.
The wolf-faced masked man quickly changed his attack, retreating backward. Liao Wensheng seized the opportunity and punched towards the wolf-faced masked man's chest.
The wolf-faced masked man crossed his arms to block Liao Wensheng's punch. Simultaneously, countless arcs of electricity rapidly gathered from Liao Wensheng's entire body onto his fist.
The wolf-faced masked man's expression changed. He was sent flying backward and began to fall off the stage. Just as he was on the verge of falling, the wolf-faced masked man stomped his foot firmly, regaining his balance.
The wolf-faced masked man stared at Liao Wensheng, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. It seemed he had no choice but to use that move.
Let's settle this with one move.
Liao Wensheng watched the wolf-faced masked man, realizing the opponent still had a trump card. His current state wouldn't last long, and if he dragged it out, he would surely lose. He had to give it his all for one final gamble.
"That's exactly what I was thinking," the wolf-faced masked man said, looking at Liao Wensheng. It seemed his guess was correct; this guy couldn't maintain this state for long. Unfortunately, his own body was also nearing its limit. Otherwise, he would have won by dragging it out.
Both men exerted their full strength. Liao Wensheng concentrated all the electrical arcs into his right palm. The wolf-faced masked man, on the other hand, tensed his body. The aura around him surged erratically, and wisps of red gas emerged from his blood-red eyes. Finally, a speck of red starlight, the size of a rice grain, condensed in his palm.
Below the stage, the tiger-faced masked man's expression turned grave as he watched the wolf-faced masked man prepare to use his move.
Qiu Changfeng, standing beside him, frowned as he observed the wolf-faced masked man's technique. Suddenly, as if recalling something, his face turned extremely grim. He leaped onto the stage, and the tiger-faced masked man followed suit.
Liao Wensheng and the wolf-faced masked man charged at each other. Just as their powers were about to collide, Qiu Changfeng and the tiger-faced masked man simultaneously grabbed their hands.
Both Liao Wensheng and the wolf-faced masked man were startled and turned to look at Qiu Changfeng and the tiger-faced masked man.
"Lao Qiu, what do you mean?" Liao Wensheng asked Qiu Changfeng.
Qiu Changfeng remained silent, his gaze locked intently on the tiger-faced masked man before him, his expression serious.
Seeing Qiu Changfeng's grave expression, Liao Wensheng stopped speaking. It had been years since he had seen Qiu Changfeng look so serious. For him to be this solemn meant that the tiger-faced masked man's strength was definitely extraordinary.
"What do you mean by this, sir?" the tiger-faced masked man asked in a cold voice, a ball of flame suddenly igniting in his hand.
Seeing the tiger-faced masked man about to make a move, Qiu Changfeng glanced at Liao Wensheng beside him, signaling him not to interfere. He then turned back to the tiger-faced masked man and said, "We forfeit this match."
Seeing that Qiu Changfeng had no intention of fighting, the tiger-faced masked man extinguished the flame in his hand. "I hope you will honor your agreement."
Qiu Changfeng nodded. "Naturally. The Ghost Street of Yang City will be yours from now on."
"My fight with him is not over yet," Liao Wensheng, seeing Qiu Changfeng about to give up Ghost Street, quickly tried to intervene. However, before he could finish speaking, he felt a slight tightening of the hand Qiu Changfeng was holding.
Liao Wensheng looked at Qiu Changfeng and saw that his face was extremely grim, the most serious he had ever seen it since Liao Wensheng had known him.
Liao Wensheng withdrew his hand. "This match is my loss. Qianhuang of Yang City's Ghost Street will be yours."
Upon hearing Liao Wensheng concede, the wolf-faced masked man's expression remained unchanged. He simply said indifferently, "I will take over Ghost Street in three days."
With that, he turned and leaped off the stage, walking towards the outskirts of Ghost Street. The tiger-faced masked man followed him.
Yu Daochen had been watching the flame conjured by the tiger-faced masked man since earlier. This move was all too familiar to him. Wasn't this the same technique that guy used?
Just as Yu Daochen was about to chase after him to ask for clarification, Qiu Changfeng called out from behind, "Young Daoist Yu, please wait."
Yu Daochen stopped and looked back at Qiu Changfeng. "Does Lord Qianhuang have something to ask of me?"
Qiu Changfeng paused and then asked, "Do you recognize the tiger-faced masked man from earlier?"
Yu Daochen turned to look at the tiger-faced masked man who had already walked far away. Since Qiu Changfeng asked, it meant that the tiger-faced masked man was indeed that person.