"Doctor Chen, Doctor Chen!" Da Xiong exclaimed, his voice already slurred, revealing his inner shock.
Chen Fan looked at Da Xiong's arm hanging limply at his side, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
Several silver needles appeared in his hand, which he swiftly inserted into Da Xiong's arm.
The spectators in the stands were all taken aback.
"What is that kid doing?"
"He seems to be treating that person."
"Holy cow, is that kid out of his mind, treating someone in the arena?"
Laughter erupted from the crowd, and many even shouted for the strongman to quickly finish off Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
"Mr. Chen, you shouldn't be here. It's very dangerous," Da Xiong said, still stunned that Chen Fan had appeared.
"If you don't want to be crippled, don't move recklessly," Chen Fan said calmly, his fingers still manipulating the silver needles, mending Da Xiong's broken arm.
To Da Xiong's astonishment, the intense pain he had been experiencing began to subside with Chen Fan's acupuncture, and he could feel his arm regaining sensation.
The burly man standing nearby, hearing the shouts from the stands, let out a cold sneer. "Another one who isn't afraid of death. Since you know each other, I'll send you both on your way!"
With that, the strongman lunged towards Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
"Mr. Chen, you should leave quickly!" Da Xiong warned, attempting to shield Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had shown him kindness, and Da Xiong was a grateful man; he would not stand by and watch Chen Fan be endangered.
"Want to leave? In this arena, no one walks out alive," the strongman said with a ferocious grin, raising his fist to strike Da Xiong.
Da Xiong gritted his teeth and raised his left arm to block.
However, at that moment, Chen Fan suddenly appeared in front of Da Xiong and threw a punch of his own towards the strongman.
"Hahaha, that kid's baby-like fist wants to go head-to-head with the opponent?"
"It's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly overestimating itself!"
"I think with one punch, that kid's entire arm will be broken."
"That's the renowned Hercules, whose punch can kill a bull. This kid is going against him, what's the difference between that and seeking death?"
Many in the stands looked on with disdain, believing Chen Fan's fate was sealed.
"Mr. Chen!" Da Xiong's eyes widened in alarm.
"Seeking death," the strongman sneered, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Bang!"
Two fists, vastly different in power, collided instantly.
For a moment.
"Crack!"
A bone-cracking sound echoed.
The strongman, who had been smirking moments before, suddenly wore an expression of horror, staring intently at the fist before him.
His arm had snapped in half, clearly broken!
"What?!"
Seeing this, many spectators in the stands shot to their feet, their faces filled with disbelief.
They had never imagined that a young man of such seemingly inferior strength could break Hercules' arm with a single punch.
"Is this kid even human?!" one person exclaimed.
The strongman let out a scream of agony.
Clutching his arm, he stumbled back several steps in pain.
"This is for Da Xiong," Chen Fan's icy voice rang out.
Da Xiong, standing behind Chen Fan, watched the scene in stunned silence, still unable to process what had happened.
"Kid, I'm going to kill you!" The strongman, his arm rendered useless, knew he couldn't win the championship today. Enraged, he charged at Chen Fan.
Chen Fan did not evade. He took a deep breath and focused on the strongman's body.
Despite his large physique, the strongman's liver was already severely compromised. Chen Fan clenched his fist.
"Bang!"
Chen Fan's punch landed directly on the strongman's liver.
The intense pain contorted the strongman's face, his eyes wide, foam appearing at his lips.
His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground, clearly knocked unconscious by Chen Fan's blow.
Many in the stands looked on in terror, while some fans began to cheer for Chen Fan, shouting, "Little guy, go, beat them all!"
Such underdog victories were precisely what these spectators enjoyed.
"It's time to finish this," Chen Fan said, several silver needles appearing in his hand as he charged into the fray.
"Holy crap, that kid is charging into the fight!"
"Is he crazy? It would be much better to wait for an opportunity and reap the rewards when no one is watching."
"That kid is too arrogant. With so many people, does he think he can take them all down? That's a pipe dream."
Just as the spectators thought Chen Fan was courting death, he began his assault.
His small stature made him incredibly agile against these large opponents. He weaved through the crowd, making it impossible for anyone to touch him.
With each person he passed, Chen Fan inserted a silver needle below their ribs.
This point was one of the body's pressure points, and with his special technique, Chen Fan could amplify the pain exponentially.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
...
Each of the large men Chen Fan struck convulsed and then fell to the ground.
In a short time, only one burly man wielding a long spear remained standing in the entire arena. He looked at Chen Fan with sheer terror, his legs trembling slightly, as if Chen Fan were some monstrous entity.
The previously boisterous stands had fallen silent, everyone staring at the scene before them in stunned amazement.
"Will you fall on your own, or shall I help you?" Chen Fan asked.
"Gulp." As Chen Fan approached, the spearman swallowed hard, his gaze flickering towards the unconscious bodies scattered on the ground.
"Kill him, kill him!" The shouts from the stands resumed.
After all, they had come for a bloody and thrilling spectacle. They hadn't expected the fight to end so quickly, and many were unwilling to accept it. Some, who had placed bets, were furious to see their favored fighters defeated and wished they could take down Chen Fan themselves.
The spearman finally made his choice and charged at Chen Fan with his weapon.
Chen Fan's reaction speed was astonishing. As the spear neared, he spun, narrowly dodging the thrust.
Then, with silver needles appearing in his hand, the spearman, carried by his momentum, ran onto the needles.
"Aargh!"
A pained howl erupted as the spearman convulsed and fell to the ground.
Simultaneously, Chen Fan intentionally bumped into the fallen spearman and then leaned back, collapsing to the ground as well.
"This!" Everyone was dumbfounded. What was happening? Why had Chen Fan fallen?
In the arena, only Da Xiong remained standing.
Da Xiong looked bewildered, even lost.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Fireworks exploded, showering golden confetti. On the giant screen, Da Xiong's image and name appeared.
Tears welled up in Da Xiong's eyes. The burly man sobbed like a child.