Upon seeing the middle-aged man on the stage, the audience below immediately erupted in shock.
"Isn't that Hong Gang, the chairman of the Martial Arts Association!"
"He's here in person, looks like Qinaw's arrogance won't last much longer!"
"That's not necessarily the case, Qinaw has already defeated more than a dozen Huaxia Martial Arts Masters."
And Muay Thai King Qinaw, after sizing up Hong Gang, showed utter disdain on his face and huffed dismissively,
"Judging from their discussion, I thought some expert had arrived."
"It seems, the chairman of your Huaxia Martial Arts Association isn't much, after all."
Hearing this, Hong Gang's face turned icy and his voice boomed like a bell, resonant and full of cadence,
"Arrogant child from Thailand, countless who wished to dominate across our Huaxia in the past and the present were all beaten back to their homes by us!"
"You will be no exception."
The crowd on-site, hearing these words, felt their blood boiling:
"Chairman Hong is right!"
"Send this boisterous Muay Thai King back to his mother's home!"
With their spirits high, Muay Thai King Qinaw seemed unfazed, laughing coldly and with one hand behind his back, he looked down on Hong Gang with utter contempt.
"All you Huaxia people do is talk. In my eyes, all your words are nonsense. Let's see the truth in action!"
"Since I'm older than you, I'll just use one hand!"
Qinaw's words, seemingly courteous, were actually full of extreme arrogance and conceit.
At that moment, everyone was filled with anger, clenching their fists, wishing they were Martial Arts Masters themselves to go up and give Qinaw a severe lesson.
"Insolence!"
Hong Gang, flush with rage, let out a ferocious shout. His body sprang like a coil towards Qinaw, his iron fists landing directly at Qinaw.
His punch was incredibly fast, and the power it unleashed made the air tremble, the sound crisp and cutting.
But Qinaw remained unfazed, even letting out a sneer. Then he too raised his right fist, weighted with iron rings, and smashed it down like a bolt of thunder.
Bang!
Their fists met with force that kicked up sand around them, causing stinging pain in the eyes of the spectators, who soon wore expressions of disbelief.
With just one punch, Qinaw sent Hong Gang stumbling back three or four steps, not only that, Hong Gang turned pale and his blood energy was in turmoil.
And Qinaw hadn't moved an inch, with a self-confident, pleased smile on his face:
"Looks like your Huaxia Martial Arts really are weak!"
"Don't be smug, I didn't use my full strength just now, come on!"
Hong Gang clenched his fists tight, his aura surging like a dragon emerging from the sea, and with a powerful stomp, the floor tiles beneath him cracked into bits.
Seeing Hong Gang charge at him again, Qinaw simply sneered:
"Full strength? Still very weak!"
At his words, Qinaw stepped forward and launched a forceful punch at Hong Gang, driving forward with powerful energy.
Hong Gang's heart sank, silently cursing his misfortune, yet his face was resolute as he stood firm against the punch.
Boom!
After a heavy sound, Hong Gang gave a pained cry, hitting the wall like a slam, flying off the ring and violently spitting out blood, his face deathly pale.
The entire place went still, shocked by Muay Thai King Qinaw's overwhelming strength.
"What a weakling! It looks like Huaxia Martial Arts are really just this!"
"You call yourself the chairman of the Martial Arts Association, I think I should take over, teach you my Muay Thai techniques, which are much stronger than your fanciful Huaxia forms!"
Everyone was seething with extreme anger, but now, even Hong Gang was no match for Qinaw, who else could defeat him?
"You think you're strong? I'll stand still and could still defeat you!"
Just then, an indifferent voice suddenly rang out, followed by Lin Mo's tall, unique silhouette, which none knew when had approached the ring.
Hearing this voice, everyone felt a surge of morale, but when they saw that the one who ascended to the stage was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth, they couldn't help shaking their heads.
Even Hong Gang couldn't beat Qinaw, how could this youngster possibly be Qinaw's opponent?
Hong Gang let out a sigh, "Ah, this young brother sure is full of vigor, but that Qinaw is too strong; I fear he won't escape unscathed."
Qinaw looked at Lin Mo standing opposite him, his eyes filled with disdain. "Kid, did you just say that you could defeat me even without moving?"
Lin Mo's face was indifferent. "That's right, I said that."
"Boy, you're even more arrogant than I am! Since that's the case, Hell is far, but I'll send you on your way!"
Qinaw's face hardened, and he raised his steel fists with murderous intent in his eyes, striking across the air towards Lin Mo.
His fist power was ferocious as a wolf, and the powerful energy seemed to tear the air itself.
Yet when everyone looked at Lin Mo again, they found him with his hands behind his back, standing there indifferently.
There wasn't even a hint of fear!
It's over!
The crowd was shocked; Hong Gang especially regretted not running up to pull Lin Mo away.
Boom!
In the blink of an eye, Qinaw's punch landed inches from Lin Mo, and Qinaw's face was filled with cruelty and triumph.
However, in the next second, his expression turned to utter shock.
He found his killing fist had stopped less than a centimeter away from Lin Mo's chest, and it was impossible to move it even a fraction further.
Even his fist felt numb and extremely painful.
Not just him, everyone present was incredulous, as if they had seen a ghost.
"Damn it, how is this happening?"
Seeing Lin Mo unmoved, without a scratch, Qinaw was completely enraged, pounding punch after punch at Lin Mo in a frenzy.
Bang Bang Bang!!
Sharp sounds echoed nonstop; Qinaw threw nine punches in a row, but as the tenth punch landed, he let out a scream and was sent flying backward.
As he hit the ground, he made a huge crater, and more than that, he was already bleeding from all seven orifices!
In an instant, the venue went as silent as the grave.
Their pupils were nearly completely filled with disbelief; how could Lin Mo, the seemingly invincible Muay Thai high-expert, be KO'd without having made a single move?
Hong Gang stood dumbfounded; had he not witnessed it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it was true.
How was this possible? Lin Mo didn't move at all, took Qinaw's punches, and not only was he fine, Qinaw ended up throwing ten punches and got directly KO'd.
What kind of terrifying power did this youth possess? It seemed even more formidable than the legendary Seven Injuries Fist!
"Boss is too awesome!"
Down below, Wu Yifan, Zhuang Zhou, and the fatty swallowed hard, their eyes filled with extreme shock.
Before the three recovered, Lin Mo had already stepped into the air, jumping down from the platform.
"Expert, please wait!"
Without hesitation, Hong Gang quickly followed, his tone and gaze filled with great respect, "Sir, your martial power is truly unparalleled. Could you perhaps share a move or two with me?"
Lin Mo glanced at him blandly and spoke lightly, "Although you are over forty, reaching the advanced martial sect is quite commendable."
Whoosh!
At those words, Hong Gang's expression changed abruptly; this youngster could see through his martial arts realm at a glance?
Suddenly, Hong Gang's gaze became even more reverent, "Sir, if you do not mind, may I become your disciple?"
Just as he was about to kneel, Lin Mo pointed a single finger, and Hong Gang's knees could no longer bend, then Lin Mo said indifferently,
"I do not take disciples."
"Then sir, may we become friends? My name is Hong Gang."
"Lin Mo."
Lin Mo uttered his name indifferently and then turned to leave with Wu Yifan, Zhuang Zhou, and the fatty.
"Lin Mo?"
Hong Gang silently repeated the name, his eyes even more respectful, "An expert whose very name is so cool and detached truly commands admiration."