Chen Fan paid no mind to Zuo Tiance's inner turmoil. After a slight pause, he lunged forward, his surging qi a torrent of killing intent.
A chilling murderous aura enveloped Zuo Tiance, pressing down with overwhelming force, making it difficult to breathe.
This presence was more potent and oppressive than that of a martial arts Grandmaster.
Zuo Tiance's heart sank. He let out a sharp roar, pushing the qi within his body to its limit, without reservation.
He lowered his stance, stabilizing himself further. His hands traced an arc, one yin, one yang, embracing simplicity and purity, as he fiercely met Chen Fan's attack.
*Boom!* The collision of energies seemed to shake the entire floor.
Chen Fan's expression remained indifferent. Zuo Tiance stumbled back several steps, his back hitting the guardrail.
With a blank face, Chen Fan advanced, his killing intent fully unleashed as he struck again, seemingly determined to kill Zuo Tiance on the spot, regardless of his identity or background.
Zuo Tiance forcefully suppressed his surging blood, quickly sidestepping and channeling his qi to block once more.
Below the stage, the area around the boxing ring, spanning seven to eight meters, was cleared.
Under the subtle direction of some observant individuals, the club staff had directed all spectators to stand against the walls to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
Na Ri Ye Wang's eyes widened in astonishment.
Just as he had experienced that night when he fought Chen Fan, Zuo Tiance was indeed no match for Chen Fan.
The strength of this Chen Tianjiao was already comparable to a martial arts Grandmaster. Though Zuo Tiance was powerful, he was ultimately outmatched by a fraction.
His gaze fixed intently on Chen Fan, Na Ri Ye Wang felt a surge of helplessness.
As a disciple of a Grandmaster, he considered himself a martial arts prodigy, dedicating his life to the path of martial arts, yet he still paled in comparison.
As for this Chen Tianjiao, hailing from the secular world and the military, to possess such strength at such a young age was truly inconceivable.
Beside him, two elders stood with their bodies tensed, ready to intervene at any moment.
They were both masters from the Zuo family and could not simply watch Zuo Tiance be killed by Chen Fan. If Zuo Tiance could not hold on, they would advance, even at the cost of their lives, to rescue and protect him.
However, they were unsure of the opportune moment to strike, so they could only remain on standby.
As for the scions of prominent families observing, they were all astonished, many with expressions of deep disbelief.
The violent collisions, the fearsome power, and the invisible yet palpable pressure emanating from them all sent shivers down their spines.
Top-tier young masters like Wu Chaoyang and Li Qian were naturally aware of the existence of the ancient martial arts world, but opportunities to witness such fierce duels between ancient martial arts masters firsthand were exceedingly rare.
*Boom!*
Zuo Tiance launched a desperate counterattack, his palms like grasping clouds, the outward projection of his qi once again surging significantly.
To project qi to such an extent, forming palm-blades and palm-winds without having reached the realm of a martial arts Grandmaster, Zuo Tiance indeed had grounds for pride.
But it was still useless against Chen Fan.
Amidst the deafening explosion, Zuo Tiance retreated again, his body convulsing violently, his qi and blood in turmoil.
He shifted his position, changing direction, otherwise, he would likely have been sent flying off the stage by now.
Even so, the guardrail behind him exploded, cleaved into fragments by the qi.
A stage like this, originally intended for boxing and sanda training during fitness sessions, was far too small for masters like Chen Fan and Zuo Tiance.
Chen Fan gave Zuo Tiance no quarter, his killing intent surging. He took another step forward, his fists raining down like a storm.
The turbulent fluctuations of qi threatened to engulf Zuo Tiance.
Zuo Tiance could only defend, with no ability to counter. He tried to activate some of the Zuo family's secret techniques, desperately attempting to push Chen Fan back, but no matter how he maneuvered, his efforts were turned to dust under Chen Fan's onslaught.
He finally understood why Gao Hongchang had been unable to resist Chen Fan's attack and was ultimately blown to smithereens by explosives and cannon fire.
Even with his full strength, he remained unsteady and struggling to maintain his footing.
Chen Fan's fist energy was too fierce and terrifying. Despite his refined cultivation, he was still no match for it.
Moreover, with each successive block, his internal organs were inevitably shaken by the impact of the internal energy, and he began to suffer internal injuries.
The onlookers watched in stunned silence as Chen Fan dominated Zuo Tiance.
Na Ri Ye Wang sighed inwardly, having experienced Zuo Tiance's predicament and finding no solution.
Chen Fan's attacks were direct and impactful, lacking the flashy techniques common in the martial arts world. They leaned more towards military combat methods – simple, brutal, yet incredibly fierce.
The most straightforward and direct approach was also the most effective!
He could also discern that Zuo Tiance's ability to endure this long was due to Chen Fan holding back and not going for a kill, otherwise, Zuo Tiance would have been defeated long ago.
Amidst the *bang bang* of impacts, Zuo Tiance could no longer hold on, panting heavily and feeling the urge to vomit blood.
His two subordinates quietly approached the ring.
Na Ri Ye Wang had not misjudged; Chen Fan was indeed not using his full power. Otherwise, with his strength, it would be no problem to defeat Zuo Tiance within three punches, let alone blow him up with one.
He was waiting for Zuo Tiance's trump card.
If Zuo Tiance dared to challenge, he must have had a contingency.
At least, Zuo Tiance remained relatively calm even now, not having lost hope or fighting spirit.
This was enough to indicate something.
In fact, Chen Fan did not intend to kill Zuo Tiance at this point.
After all, Zuo Tiance was the young master of the Hero Alliance and the son of a martial arts Grandmaster.
The Hero Alliance was still a dominant force. Killing Zuo Tiance now would bring no benefits!
With a *bang*, stumbling back once more, his steps faltering, nearly falling off the stage, Zuo Tiance lowered his body and suddenly rolled, voluntarily exiting the ring.
"Young Master!"
"Young Master!"
The two Zuo family elders hurried forward, blocking in front of Zuo Tiance.
As he had voluntarily stepped down, Zuo Tiance was not excessively disgraced. He coughed, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood, and glared intently at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan stood at the edge of the ring and said indifferently, "Zuo Tiance, with your limited skill, you're merely humiliating yourself before me."
"You think you've won?"
Zuo Tiance asked with a dark expression.
"What, still not admitting defeat?"
Chen Fan said impassively, "I told you, if you weren't the young master of the Hero Alliance, you would be dead by now!"
"You couldn't even withstand three of my punches!"
"Young Master!"
The elder who had previously attacked Chen Fan and been slapped by him said in a low voice, "Let's go."
"You all stand aside!"
Zuo Tiance did not retreat but advanced, stepping forward and saying sternly.
The two elders exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, then moved back behind Zuo Tiance.
The many spectators engaged in hushed discussions.
"This Young Master Zuo seems to have lost?"
"Is this the power of ancient martial artists? It's truly terrifying. Judging by the momentum of their attacks, destroying a car would be no problem!"
"What's shown in movies and on TV isn't entirely exaggerated, after all!"
"Such combat power is simply terrifying!"
"Even more brutal than underground fighting!"
"..."
Amidst the chatter, Zuo Tiance shook his arms.
His sleeves tore open, revealing a pair of ancient-looking bracelets on his wrists that came into Chen Fan's view.