C25 Fist Power!

In the arena.

"Is this the power of the Boiling Blood Technique?"

Lin Xuan's gaze sharpened as he observed Zhang Hee, his face taking on a more serious cast.

The might of the Boiling Blood Technique was more formidable than he had anticipated.

Zhang Hee's vitality had surged to the Late Enlightenment Stage after employing the technique.

Lin Xuan surmised that if he were to harness it himself, he would likely reach the pinnacle of the Enlightenment Stage.

It could certainly serve as a secret weapon if used adeptly.

At present, Zhang Hee had just managed to scrape into the Late Enlightenment Stage with the aid of the Boiling Blood Technique.

Still, he fell short of a genuine warrior at that level.

Yet, he was significantly beyond the Middle Enlightenment Stage.

And the Early Enlightenment Stage was not even worth mentioning.

Thus, the crowd was not favoring Lin Xuan's chances.

But Lin Xuan himself remained unfazed, his demeanor only slightly pensive.

"To harvest more energy points, I'll need to show a bit more of what I'm capable of this time," Lin Xuan mused internally.

Externally, he maintained his composure.

Across from him.

Zhang Hee, reveling in the overwhelming power coursing through him from the Boiling Blood Technique, let out a confident chuckle.

The stiffness and swelling were minor inconveniences compared to the immense strength he now wielded.

He was brimming with confidence about defeating Lin Xuan and claiming the top spot.

He fixed his eyes on Lin Xuan and bellowed with laughter.

"Lin Xuan, I've said it before—I'm going to be the victor of this match!

The time has come to make good on that promise!

Prepare to be defeated!"

With those words, Zhang Hee charged at Lin Xuan with the force of a boulder, shattering the air in his path. In the blink of an eye, he was upon Lin Xuan.

His speed was astonishing.

Several Enlightenment Stage warriors in the audience could only catch a blur. Their faces registered a mix of surprise and concern.

They felt even more pity for Lin Xuan's impending doom.

"Mountain Quake Fist!"

Zhang Hee bellowed, launching his punch.

The technique was the same, but now, amplified by the Boiling Blood Technique, its destructive power had multiplied exponentially.

The force of the punch seemed to tremble the very mountains, its might unmatched!

"Is that what you're counting on?"

Just then, Lin Xuan's derisive laughter rang out.

Lin Xuan shook his head, his voice icy as he declared:

"You're a long way from defeating me with just that."

With those words, he launched his own punch.

"Jade Shattering Fist!"

The same technique as before, but now its execution was vastly improved, its power startlingly intense.

It was several times stronger than his earlier attempts.

The onlookers were taken aback by the display, their astonishment palpable.

Clearly, Lin Xuan had been concealing much of his strength.

Perhaps, from the start, no one had truly pushed him to reveal his full capabilities.

This realization sent a jolt through the crowd.

Their confidence in Lin Xuan grew.

Despite their initial doubts, they no longer saw his defeat as a certainty.

Across the way, Zhang Hee felt the force of Lin Xuan's punch and his face paled.

He was in disbelief.

Lin Xuan had previously sent him flying with a single punch, nearly knocking him out of the ring, and he hadn't even been at full strength.

Just how high was his potential?

It was beyond Zhang Hee's imagination.

But he composed himself quickly.

Talent alone wouldn't change the outcome.

He was determined to win this match!

Victory would be his.

He refused to believe that Lin Xuan, no matter how gifted, could leap across two whole realms.

In the next instant, under the watchful eyes of all present,

their fists met with a thunderous crash.

Boom!

The explosive sound reverberated across the plaza, refusing to fade.

They parted once more.

This time, Lin Xuan didn't hold his ground; he staggered backward.

It took him seven or eight meters to regain his footing.

The crowd inwardly sighed.

Talent aside, it seemed he couldn't outmatch genuine cultivation.

Lin Xuan appeared to be on the losing end.

But before they could dwell on it, Zhang Hee, who had stood unflinching until now, suddenly looked stricken.

He coughed up blood.

And then, blood erupted from him, drenching him crimson as if he were a blood-soaked figure.

The spectacle was nothing short of horrifying.

With a gut-wrenching scream, Zhang Hee was sent flying like a ragdoll, crashing down with a thud beneath the arena.

Onlookers were frozen in shock at the sight.

Expressions of disbelief were etched on their faces as the arena fell into a stunned silence.

It took a moment before anyone could even begin to process what had happened.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, filling the plaza with the sound of astonishment.

Excitement and disbelief bubbled up among the spectators.

"Did I just see that correctly?"

"Zhang Hee, at the Late Enlightenment Stage, was actually blown away by a single punch from Lin Xuan, who's only at the Early Enlightenment Stage?"

"Is he really that powerful?"

"He truly is the top prodigy of our Green Jade City!"

"There's no one among the younger generation of our city who can rival his strength!"

The buzz of conversation swirled as all eyes remained riveted on Lin Xuan.

The shock was palpable.

The scene unfolding before them was overwhelmingly stunning.

Zhang Hee had somehow advanced to the Late Enlightenment Stage, making him significantly stronger than those at the Early Stage.

Yet, when he exchanged blows with Lin Xuan, it was Lin Xuan who was pushed back seven or eight meters—the farthest he had been driven back in the entire competition.

But Zhang Hee fared much worse, bleeding profusely and tumbling off the platform.

He was in a far more pitiable state than Lin Xuan.

Initially, many had anticipated Zhang Hee's victory.

The reality, however, was a stark contrast.

Lin Xuan had utterly dominated Zhang Hee, leaving the crowd utterly astounded.

Even as they came to their senses, the awe they felt lingered undiminished.

Spectators from all sides of the stands were left in awe by the display of Lin Xuan's formidable strength.

Not even Zhang Hee, who had reached the Late Enlightenment Stage, could withstand a single punch from Lin Xuan!

Just how powerful could Lin Xuan be?

And to think, Lin Xuan was merely at the Early Enlightenment Stage—his remarkable strength was a testament to his extraordinary talent.

How immense must Lin Xuan's talent be?

It seemed beyond comprehension, surpassing the wildest imaginations of all present.

After all, nothing like this had occurred in Green Jade City for centuries.

Such an event was unheard of.

Over in the eastern stands, amidst the Lin Family's section,

the members of the Lin Family, upon regaining their composure, were beaming with pride and joy.

With a single punch, Lin Xuan sent Zhang Hee soaring off the platform, securing his victory in the match.

Not a single contender in the arena could stand up to Lin Xuan's prowess.

This signified that Lin Xuan had become the undisputed champion of the tournament.

For the first time in over a decade, the Lin Family celebrated as one of their own claimed the top spot in the Grand Tournament.

The crowd was ecstatic, their joy palpable.