C19 Complete Domination!

Liu Hu's punch exploded forward, his muscular frame in hot pursuit. He was like a tiger charging down a mountain, exuding a commanding and ferocious presence. Onlookers couldn't help but admire the display. As a disciple of the Shi family's guest elder, it was no secret that Liu Hu's access to cultivation resources was exceptionally generous. Yet in the vast world, there were innumerable individuals with even greater resources than his.

But how many could claim the Fourth Layer of Qi Refining at the tender age of thirteen? Liu Hu's talent was a source of pride, and it explained his haughtiness when facing Shi Luo.

"Liu Hu is no ordinary fighter; his punches are incredibly forceful. Shi Luo's in for a tough time," someone remarked.

"Does Shi Luo actually believe the arena is a place for just anyone? That he can throw his weight around simply because of his status? Here, strength is king. No matter your noble birth, without the power to back it up, you're forced to bite your tongue," another spectator commented.

While the crowd marveled at Liu Hu's might, they also shook their heads in disapproval at Shi Luo, clearly not favoring his chances.

"One move..." Liu Hu's fist cut through the air, aiming a crushing blow at Shi Luo's head. But in the nick of time, Shi Luo's body shifted with a subtle dodge, avoiding the fierce strike and flashing a hint of amusement.

"Two moves..." Shi Luo's movements were fluid like the breeze, effortlessly evading another of Liu Hu's assaults.

"Enough of your noise. Today, you'll witness my true power," Liu Hu bellowed, unleashing a whip kick. His face, flushed with rage, was a network of bulging veins. Each of his razor-sharp attacks missed Shi Luo by a hair's breadth, and Shi Luo remained nonchalant, as if toying with him, which only fueled his ire.

Shi Luo let out a cold laugh, extending his arm to effortlessly block the whip kick. In a flash, his right hand clamped down, securing Liu Hu in a vice-like grip. Despite Liu Hu's struggles, he couldn't budge an inch, as if his thigh were nailed in place by steel. Shi Luo's grip was unyielding, sending throbbing pain through Liu Hu's leg.

As he gazed into Shi Luo's eyes, he felt like a tiny boat adrift in the vast ocean, where the only option was not to resist but to surrender. The fear that had momentarily subsided now surged back like an incoming tide, and Liu Hu's face was a mix of panic and loathing.

"Release me, you mongrel! Let go!" Liu Hu bellowed, but the crowd had already shifted from head-shaking and sighs to utter astonishment. How could it be? A Fourth Layer Qi Refining warrior unable to defeat the so-called trash, Shi Luo? Reflecting on how Shi Luo had effortlessly evaded Liu Hu's strikes time after time, a light of realization dawned in their eyes. Once or twice might be luck, but thrice? That suggested Shi Luo was concealing a formidable prowess. Their looks at Shi Luo now carried a weight of seriousness tinged with curiosity.

Stone, who had been stealthily blending into the crowd, was taken aback. He had concealed himself for fear of being recognized as the young master's lackey, risking not only his money but his dignity. But now, his previous concerns were swept away by a wave of exhilaration, and he couldn't help but shout from the sidelines, "The young master is invincible, crush that cur Liu Hu!" His voice grew even more fervent as he remembered the thirty thousand he had wagered.

In the midst of the clamor, Shi Wei's face was overcast, a dark aura subtly gathering around him. He watched Shi Luo, his expression flickering between surprise and intense resentment.

"Rest assured, Second Young Master, Liu Hu is far stronger. That good-for-nothing doesn't stand a chance," Liu Heng said obsequiously.

"You know nothing! If you don't take him down today, I swear I'll have you gelded," Shi Wei snapped back, his face turning from pale to livid upon hearing Liu Heng's words. He could stomach subordinates with lesser strength, but not those lacking wit. It was clear to any astute observer that Shi Luo was deliberately toying with Liu Hu.

"Yes, of course, Second Young Master!" Liu Heng replied, his face blanching as he quickly agreed, his eyes darting back to Shi Luo with a mix of revulsion and fury.

"Five moves, six moves, eight moves, nine moves, ten moves..."

Shi Luo nimbly sidestepped Liu Heng's barrage of attacks. Tauntingly, he glanced at the winded Liu Hu, his lips parting in a grin that revealed his gleaming teeth, shining brightly in the sunlight. Yet, for some reason, the sight sent a shiver through Liu Hu, and a chill crept over him.

"After ten moves, it's finally my turn. I've always said, once you're my enemy, there's no escape—only death awaits," Shi Luo declared with a low growl. His form shot out like a mythical dragon taking flight, and in a mere instant, he was right before Liu Hu. A smile flickered at the corner of his mouth, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still, leaving Liu Hu without a chance to react.

But in the very next instant, Liu Hu could only sense a swift breeze slashing past his face, quickly followed by a crushing punch. It too aimed for his face, yet it bore down on him with the overwhelming force of Mount Tai, rendering him utterly incapable of any resistance.