C100 A Monster That Had Won Consecutively Appeared out of Thin Air

"Court death, why don't you!"

The burly man was instantly enraged by Chu Yan, and as soon as the duel commenced, he couldn't wait to charge at Chu Yan.

"Invincible King Fist!"

With a thunderous bellow, the burly man's fist flew like a cannonball, slamming viciously into Chu Yan's face.

An exclamation rippled through the crowd.

Many spectators turned away, unable to watch.

Inside the room, Su Yuqing's eyes were wide with shock, her body rigid as if she were about to lean out the window.

"How can this be... It shouldn't be like this..." she murmured, her heart feeling like it was about to stop.

A sinister smile crept across the burly man's face.

But in the next instant, his smile solidified.

Behind his fist, Chu Yan's eyes were staring at him, icy cold.

The onlookers, who had gasped in shock, came to their senses and realized that Chu Yan, despite being hit squarely in the face, had neither flown backward nor even taken a step back, and his head hadn't so much as wobbled.

"This is what you call a half-step into the fourth level of Genuine Force?" Chu Yan sneered with a laugh, "Less bothersome than a mosquito bite?"

Although Su Yuqing couldn't hear Chu Yan's words, the scene before her and the stunned, furious look on the burly man's face made it clear to her: Chu Yan hadn't failed to dodge; he had deliberately allowed the punch to land.

It seemed that, although the burly man was a third-level Genuine Force warrior, his punch was far lighter on Chu Yan's face than a mere tickle.

"You... you dare to belittle me!" The burly man, a mix of shock and rage, let out a roar and launched another punch, "Take another one!"

Chu Yan simply uttered one word: "Scram."

There was no way he would let this man hit him a second time.

As he spoke, Chu Yan leaped up, his right leg sweeping through the air in a preemptive strike.

Swish!

Bang!

The burly man felt as if his head had been whipped by iron, his mind buzzing. In an instant, he lost consciousness, his head enveloped in a cloud of blood mist, his body flying off like a kite severed from its string, crashing down outside the ring.

The entire hall was suddenly enveloped in a silence as heavy as death.

To the onlookers, even if Chu Yan hadn't been knocked away, a direct hit should have at least left him injured.

But the unfolding scene defied all expectations.

Chu Yan was not only unscathed, but he also sent his much larger opponent flying with a single kick.

His victory was so effortless that he didn't even need to resort to martial techniques.

Some speculated it was just luck — a thought that lingered in the minds of many spectators.

Chu Yan wasn't a local of Evergreen Town, and although he had recently been named one of the town's top ten young prodigies, that was mostly insider knowledge circulated among the elite families.

With his first-round win, Chu Yan earned a reward of ten Spirit Money.

The second match started quickly.

Chu Yan, whom many believed had won the previous round by sheer chance, once again sent his opponent soaring with a decisive kick.

This time, however, since his opponent hadn't insulted him, Chu Yan reciprocated the courtesy. He didn't harm the man, merely kicking him off the platform.

The third-tier Genuine Force warrior hadn't even caught a glimpse of Chu Yan's technique before finding himself inexplicably on the ground, his back drenched in cold sweat from the shock.

Now, the crowd's gaze upon Chu Yan began to shift.

In the third match, Chu Yan once again dispatched his opponent with a single move, this time using his palm.

The seemingly effortless palm strike left his opponent tumbling off the stage, struggling to rise for quite some time.

The crowd was now abuzz, eager to learn the identity of this mysterious contender.

Su Yuqing, now fully at ease, sat back in her chair, delicately sipping her Spring Language Tea while her eyes followed Chu Yan's every move.

The fourth match was just as decisive. With the same palm technique, Chu Yan sent his opponent hurtling through the air.

By now, the crowd's perception of Chu Yan had undergone a complete transformation.

Anyone with half a brain could see that despite his youth, Chu Yan's abilities far surpassed what anyone had imagined.

And those with connections had already unearthed Chu Yan's identity — the Lin Family's son-in-law.

The selection of Lin Miaoran from the Lin Family by the Profound Moon Sect was common knowledge in Evergreen Town, yet few were aware of her betrothed's identity. The revelation of this news quickly sent shockwaves through the community.

The buzz grew even louder when word got out that Chu Yan had bested Lin Ao during the Lin Family's selection tournament, causing a sensation among the townspeople. Lin Ao was a household name in Evergreen Town, a prodigy whose defeat by Chu Yan—with nothing but a willow branch—left him utterly defenseless. The tale added a legendary hue to the event, and onlookers began to regard Chu Yan with a mix of awe and disbelief, as if he were some sort of mythical creature.

The anticipation surrounding Chu Yan's matches shifted from questioning his ability to win to wondering just how many consecutive victories he could secure in one day. In the fifth round, he claimed another effortless win. His opponent, a martial artist with a solid track record and at the fourth stage of the Genuine Force realm, proved no match for Chu Yan. Without even attempting to dodge, Chu Yan seized his opponent's arm and flung him out of the ring.

Five straight wins! And the total time for all five matches was less than the duration of a single match for others. Both Chu Yan and the recently defeated Fang Wuxing had vanquished their adversaries with a single move, prompting inevitable comparisons between the two. Yet, without a doubt, Chu Yan's quintuple victory streak was deemed more impressive than Fang Wuxing's eight consecutive wins, for Chu Yan's triumphs were achieved back-to-back, while Fang Wuxing had spread his matches over six days, fighting only once per day.

As Chu Yan continued to dominate with apparent ease, speculation ran rampant among the crowd—could he be the one to shatter the Genuine Fighting Arena's long-standing record of thirteen consecutive wins? This record, unbroken for seven years, had once been within Fang Wuxing's grasp, but now the spotlight had shifted to Chu Yan.

Chu Yan maintained his winning streak, breezing through the sixth and seventh rounds. Now, he stood just one victory away from tying with Fang Wuxing, who held the best record to date.

The energy in the hall surged to an electrifying level, fueled by Chu Yan's string of victories. The crowd was in a frenzy, their shouts echoing off the walls as faces turned a vibrant red, mirroring a volcano on the brink of eruption.

As the moment for Chu Yan's eighth match approached, two individuals made their entrance into the Genuine Fighting Arena. Catching sight of Chu Yan on the platform, they both paused, taken aback, as if doubting the evidence of their own eyes.

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