70: Chapter 70 Beating Up a Scoundrel

Group D Arena, Fourth Match.

When Li Changsheng stepped onto the arena, a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted young man was already standing opposite him.

Qi Refining Level 4, with a face full of brutish flesh and a look of undisguised contempt in his eyes.

Wang Xin.

Seeing both sides on stage, the referee shouted, "Begin the match."

The young man looked at the newcomer and was in no hurry to attack.

"You are Li Changsheng?"

Wang Xin sized him up and sneered.

"Qi Refining Level 3 and you dare to step onto the stage? I can throw you off in three moves."

Li Changsheng didn't speak, just watched him quietly.

That gaze made Wang Xin feel inexplicably uneasy.

But it was immediately replaced by even greater contempt.

"I heard you're from the same village as that trash Shi Tiezhu? What, are you here to avenge him?"

"Hahaha."

Before the laughter died down, Li Changsheng moved.

No sword, no Spell, just a step forward and a punch thrown!

This punch had no flourishes; it was just the simplest, most direct Straight Punch!

But in Wang Xin's eyes, this punch was incredibly fast!

He didn't even have time to activate his Protective Spiritual Power and could only instinctively raise his arms to block.

Bang!

Fist met arm, and a massive force surged through!

Wang Xin felt a sharp pain in his right arm, and he was actually knocked back three steps by the punch, nearly falling off the arena!

"You..."

He was shocked and furious, but as soon as the words left his mouth, Li Changsheng's second punch arrived!

This punch was faster and more ruthless, aimed straight for his chest!

This time Wang Xin was prepared, frantically circulating his spiritual power to condense a thin shield in front of him!

At the same time, he sidestepped to dodge.

But Li Changsheng's fist seemed to have eyes of its own; the moment the shield condensed, it suddenly changed direction!

A punch slammed into his left ribs!

Crack!

The sound of ribs snapping was clearly audible!

Wang Xin screamed, spitting blood, and flew out like a tattered sack, slamming heavily onto the edge of the arena!

The entire audience went silent.

The spectators who hadn't been paying attention now turned their heads one after another, looking at the scene in disbelief.

A Qi Refining Level 4 beaten by a Qi Refining Level 3 in three punches until they couldn't fight back?

Wang Xin struggled to get up, but the sharp pain from his left ribs made it impossible for him to exert any strength.

He looked up and watched Li Changsheng approach step by step, his eyes filled with terror.

"You, you... you can't kill me... This is a Minor Competition, we're supposed to stop before serious injury..."

Li Changsheng stopped in front of him, looking down at him from above.

"Was it you who stepped on and broke Shi Tiezhu's arm?"

Wang Xin's lips trembled, unable to speak.

Li Changsheng crouched down and leaned close to his ear.

In a voice only the two of them could hear, he said:

"He broke one arm, so you'll break two."

In the next instant, he grabbed Wang Xin's right arm with both hands, twisted, and snapped it.

Crack!

A scream echoed through the Martial Arts Field!

Li Changsheng stood up and, without even looking at the limp Wang Xin on the ground, turned and walked off the arena.

Behind him, the referee finally snapped out of it and announced:

"Group D, Fourth Match, Li Changsheng wins!"

In the crowd, Li Changqing clenched her fists tightly, her eyes full of shock.

Shi Tiezhu stood frozen in place, his eyes reddening. Li Xiaocao covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out.

On a distant arena, Zhao Yan was looking over here with a frown.

He recognized the back of the grey-robed youth and also recognized Wang Xin lying on the arena.

"Interesting."

He said coldly.

After the first round, the second round began soon after.

Li Changsheng's second opponent was Zhang Sanli.

Zhang Sanli had witnessed Wang Xin's miserable state with his own eyes; his legs were trembling as he stepped onto the stage.

He was at Qi Refining Level 3, not much higher than Li Changsheng's "revealed" cultivation level, but facing the grey-robed youth now, he felt like he was facing a mountain.

"I, I con..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Changsheng had already moved.

It was still that extremely simple fist technique.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

Zhang Sanli didn't even get the chance to concede before being blasted off the arena, blood spurting from his mouth, both arms bent at unnatural angles.

The whole place was in an uproar.

"Who is this person?!"

"Li Changsheng? Never heard of him!"

"Qi Refining Level 3, how is he so fierce?!"

Someone started flipping through the match schedule and found that Li Changsheng's third opponent was Li Daquan.

Li Daquan stood below the stage, his face pale.

He looked at Li Changsheng, who was nearby regulating his breathing, then at his companions who were also competing, gritted his teeth, and turned to leave.

"I forfeit."

The referee was stunned for a moment, then announced:

"Group C, Third Match, Li Changsheng wins, Li Daquan forfeits."

A louder wave of discussion erupted from the crowd.

Li Changsheng opened his eyes from his meditation and looked in the direction Li Daquan had left; there was no surprise in his eyes, only a hint of faint mockery.

"Forfeit?"

"That works too."

"Three arms, and two have already been broken."

"As for the remaining one, we'll see next time."

He stood up, preparing to leave the arena area.

Just then, a voice came from behind him.

"Li Changsheng."

He turned his head.

Zhao Yan stood not far away, followed by several Wanqi Peak Disciples, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

"You did that on purpose."

Li Changsheng looked at him without speaking.

"Wang Xin, Zhang Sanli, and Li Daquan are all my people."

Zhao Yan said word by word.

"You crippled them today; are you trying to oppose me?"

Li Changsheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, yet it made Zhao Yan feel an inexplicable chill.

"Senior Brother Zhao, you've misunderstood."

"Misunderstood?"

"I'm not trying to oppose you."

Li Changsheng looked at him calmly.

"I'm just settling a debt."

"Settling a debt?"

"Shi Tiezhu is my fellow villager."

Li Changsheng said slowly.

"If you touch a single finger of one of my people, I'll break one of your arms."

Zhao Yan's face turned ashen.

The surrounding crowd went quiet, their gazes moving back and forth between the two.

Those who knew Zhao Yan began to whisper, while those who knew Li Changsheng's background wore expressions of anticipation for a good show.

"Good, good, good."

Zhao Yan said the word "good" three times in a row, a trace of sinister malice flashing in his eyes.

"Li Changsheng, I'll remember you."

He turned and strode away.

Li Changsheng stood there, watching his back.

After a long while, he withdrew his gaze and turned to walk towards Li Changqing and the others.

Li Xiaocao was the first to rush up, hugging him around the waist.

"Brother Changsheng is so amazing!"

Li Changqing looked at him with a complex gaze.

"Brother Changsheng, did you... hide your strength?"

Li Changsheng didn't answer directly, only saying:

"Tiezhu's debt is settled for now."

He looked at Shi Tiezhu.

Shi Tiezhu stood not far away, his right arm still in a sling, but his eyes were red and his lips trembled slightly.

Seeing Li Changsheng look over, he suddenly fell to his knees with a thud.

"Brother Changsheng!"

His voice was hoarse.

"My, my life belongs to you from now on!"

Li Changsheng walked over.

"Get up."

As he spoke, he pulled Shi Tiezhu up.

"We are brothers. A brother's business is my business."

Shi Tiezhu nodded vigorously, tears finally flowing uncontrollably.

Li Xiaocao whispered from the side.

"Brother Tiezhu don't cry, Brother Changsheng is the best; from now on, whoever bullies you, he'll hit them!"

Li Changsheng rubbed her head and said nothing.

In the distance, the sun began to set.

The first day's matches were over.

But he knew that the real opponents were still to come.

Zhao Yan.

Qi Refining Level 7.

seeded player.

He looked up at the sky that was gradually darkening.

Tomorrow is the true beginning.