Chapter 108: A Slap That Sends Them Flying

The crowd was startled as Li Xianzhong charged toward the ring in a fit of rage. The aura radiating from him was formidable, far surpassing that of Wang Gang; it was clear that Li Xianzhong possessed the strength of an Xiantian realm expert. Seeing a master of such caliber enraged, no one dared to intervene.

Wang Gang, however, showed no fear as he stood his ground. Though his opponent was stronger, he felt no trepidation. With fighting spirit burning in his eyes, he braced himself for the attack, pushing his own momentum to its absolute peak without reservation.

They clashed instantly on the ring. Li Xianzhong, carrying a fierce and predatory air, threw a punch at Wang Gang; the explosion of force was so intense it created a sonic boom. The surrounding air currents turned chaotic under the pressure, inducing a sense of dread in those watching. Wang Gang felt the danger and launched his own punch, his expression grim.

"Ant," Li Xianzhong sneered, his aura suddenly surging.

When their fists collided, a massive shockwave of destructive power erupted. With a loud bang, Wang Gang was sent flying by the overwhelming force, tumbling off the ring. The blow had caused him internal injuries. Despite being a late-stage Houtian martial artist, the gap between him and an Xiantian expert was an unbridgeable chasm. Frustrated and nursing the sharp pain in his chest, Wang Gang tried to stand up to charge back, but a cold grunt stopped him.

"Step down. You are no match for him," Yang Fan said, rising from his seat. Wang Gang dared not disobey and stood rooted to the spot, seething with resentment.

Seeing Yang Fan prepare to step in, Elder Han and Chen Yanggong exchanged glances, their eyes filled with anticipation. They knew Li Xianzhong was a formidable Xiantian expert and that a confrontation was now inevitable. They had heard of Yang Fan’s extraordinary abilities but had never witnessed him fight in person.

"Don't you feel ashamed, an Xiantian master bullying a junior of the Houtian realm?" Yang Fan walked toward the ring, his gaze fixed coldly on Li Xianzhong.

As Yang Fan emerged, the crowd began to whisper. He appeared to be a young man in his early twenties, yet he dared to lecture an Xiantian expert.

"Kid, this is none of your business. If you don't want trouble, get lost," Li Xianzhong said coldly, dismissing the young man with a disdainful glance. To an Xiantian master, a mere youth was beneath notice.

"You injured my apprentice, so naturally, I must intervene," Yang Fan replied coolly as he stepped onto the ring.

The crowd erupted in shock. The news that this youth was Wang Gang’s master was unbelievable. They looked at Wang Gang, who stood by without refuting the claim, effectively confirming it.

"My god, he’s Wang Gang’s master? How strong is he?" a martial artist exclaimed.

"Oh? So you want to fight?" Li Xianzhong sneered. Even if Yang Fan were the master, he assumed the young man was at most a Houtian practitioner. The idea of a twenty-year-old having Xiantian strength was unheard of, and even if he did, Li Xianzhong figured he would only be at the early Xiantian stage—nothing to fear.

"Sever your own arm," Yang Fan said with cold, unquestionable authority.

"You have a big mouth for a kid. You aren't qualified to demand I cripple myself," Li Xianzhong laughed. "I’ll teach you a lesson today and show you the price of arrogance."

With that, Li Xianzhong lunged at Yang Fan, his hands curled into claws, surging with lethal energy. Had a normal person been caught in that grip, their arms would surely have been shredded. The crowd watched with bated breath, wondering how Yang Fan would respond.

Yang Fan stood still, making no move to dodge, his aura suddenly intensifying. A field of pressure enveloped the ring, terrifying in its intensity. Just as Li Xianzhong reached him, aiming for his shoulders to cripple him, Yang Fan moved.

Li Xianzhong’s vision blurred; a phantom image flickered, and then a heavy slap landed squarely on his cheek. *Crack!* The force was immense, sending him spiraling through the air.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Li Xianzhong crashed off the ring, a blood-red handprint blooming on his face as several teeth rattled to the ground. His face was swollen, and blood trickled from his mouth. He looked at Yang Fan with dawning horror—it had happened too fast to react.

"My god, he slapped an Xiantian expert away with one strike? That’s terrifying!"

"He must be at the late Xiantian stage, or he couldn't have swatted Li Xianzhong aside so easily!"

"To think our nation has produced such a monster—this is incredible!"

The martial artists from various countries were left in awe. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed a twenty-year-old could overpower an Xiantian master so effortlessly.

Chen Yanggong gasped, his eyes filled with reverence as he looked at Yang Fan. He felt a wave of relief that he hadn't offended this man; otherwise, the Chen family would have been doomed. The resentment he once held over his grandson losing a leg had completely vanished.

Yang Fan walked toward the fallen Li Xianzhong, his eyes icy. "I said I wanted an arm." He loomed over the man, his tone severe. Li Xianzhong turned pale and opened his mouth to beg for mercy, but Yang Fan gave him no chance.

*Crack!*

Yang Fan brought his foot down on Li Xianzhong’s right arm, snapping the bone. A pig-like shriek tore through the air as Li Xianzhong rolled on the ground, clutching his mangled limb. The crowd felt a chill run down their spines at Yang Fan’s ruthlessness. The martial artists from the Korean delegation were furious but dared not speak a word; an Xiantian expert was not someone to be trifled with.

Wang Gang watched Yang Fan with pure adoration, his own desire for strength burning brighter than ever. He was only one step away from the Xiantian realm, and the thought of one day possessing such power filled him with excitement.

"Excuse me, may I have a word with you?" Tian Xinxin approached, microphone in hand, her expression one of intense excitement.