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Qiao Wei frowned and turned to glance at Qin Chuan. He was clearly displeased by these words. Even though Qin Chuan had been entrusted to him by a friend, he was the type of person who could not stand hearing unpleasant things.

"Master Wu is a Super Grandmaster. I do not know if you understand the Martial Arts World, but if you do, you would know what kind of existence a Super Grandmaster is."

Qiao Wei let out a cold snort; he still had great confidence in Wu Shanming.

Uncle Xiong was sweating profusely. In normal circumstances, given Mr. Qiao's temper, he probably would have attacked directly. Qin Chuan had interrupted several times, which was disrespectful to Qiao Wei.

"Mr. Qin, it would be best if you spoke less." Seeing that Qin Chuan still wanted to say something, Uncle Xiong spoke up to remind him.

While they were speaking, Wu Shanming on the ring threw another punch. Like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey, he threw himself at Zhang Jian. The power erupting from his fists seemed capable of suppressing everything.

Whether in terms of Aura or explosive power, Wu Shanming was completely superior. Zhang Jian retreated repeatedly, appearing stretched thin.

The onlookers were all heart-stricken. Wu Shanming did not have any flashy attacks; there were only punches landing on flesh—a true close-combat Martial Artist.

The bulging muscles on his arms gave people a visual impact.

Looking at it this way, Zhang Jian appeared to have no power to parry and could only be forced to defend, but this way of defending would collapse at any moment.

Seeing this, Qiao Wei showed a look of triumph and glanced at Qin Chuan from the corner of his eye: "Do you still think Master Wu will lose now?"

"You cannot just look at the surface of things," Qin Chuan said calmly. "In terms of explosive power, the opponent is indeed inferior to Wu Shanming, and his fighting style focuses more on landing punches. However, this method of explosion consumes stamina extremely quickly. If he cannot secure the win for a long time, he will undoubtedly lose."

Qiao Wei could not listen to Qin Chuan's words at all: "Then let us wait and see."

Time passed second by second. Every time Wu Shanming unleashed an attack with explosive power, it seemed as if he could defeat Zhang Jian in one blow, yet every time, Zhang Jian was able to resolve it narrowly.

From retreating at the very beginning, he was still being beaten and forced to retreat repeatedly. He appeared to have no power to parry, appeared as if he would lose at any moment, and appeared to be just a hair's breadth away, yet he simply could not be defeated.

Conversely, Wu Shanming's speed had already slowed down, and his explosive power was not as shocking as before; he had already started to pant slightly.

Just as Qin Chuan had said, his attack style was very fierce. If he could land a hit, he would basically win, but this constant explosion consumed a massive amount of stamina.

If the stalemate continued like this, even if Zhang Jian did not need to make a move, he would exhaust himself to death.

But the further it went, the more anxious Wu Shanming became, because he felt that as long as he exploded one last time, he could win this boxing match, so he kept exploding every time.

But he had forgotten that even if he really defeated Zhang Jian, he would be taken advantage of by the subsequent challengers. How much strength did he have left to deal with the subsequent challengers?

This type of boxing match rule was inherently unfair. Once one exhausted all their strength to defeat one person, it was impossible to last until the end.

"It seems your stamina is all but gone."

Zhang Jian sneered and finally launched a counterattack during the gap right after Wu Shanming finished his attack. His sword strike was too fast—so fast it almost exceeded the limit of human eye capture, leaving only a golden afterimage.

"Ah..."

Immediately following that was Wu Shanming's scream; that sword strike had actually pierced into his shoulder.

"You have lost!"

Zhang Jian flicked his palm, and a burst of Qi shot out, blasting Wu Shanming off the ring.

Thud!

Wu Shanming fell right at Qiao Wei's feet.

Lost!

Wu Shanming's Aura was like a rainbow, but from beginning to end, he had not touched Zhang Jian once.

For the first dozen minutes, Zhang Jian had been entirely on the defensive. He only used this one sword strike for the whole match, and as a result, that one strike defeated Wu Shanming.

The most terrifying thing was that until now, everyone still could not see where Zhang Jian's limit was.

Qiao Wei looked at Wu Shanming at his feet, his face gloomy.

Just a moment ago, Qin Chuan had said that Wu Shanming could not win. At the time, he had been somewhat dismissive, but now?

Recalling that Qin Chuan had also commented on the opening fight at the beginning—that time it could be said to be good luck, but this time? Could it still be good luck?

"This..." Uncle Xiong did not know what to say for a moment. He glanced at Qin Chuan in disbelief, then looked at Wu Shanming at his feet.

It was actually predicted correctly.

With Wu Shanming defeated, this meant that the Magical Artifact had nothing to do with Qiao Wei.

Next, no one dared to go up to challenge anymore. There was a total of thirty seconds; once no one went up to challenge, Zhang Jian would be the final winner of this boxing match.

The time began to count down...

The attic.

"Jack, there should not be anyone coming up to challenge now, right?" Rose stared intently at the scene.

"There should not be." Jack's expression at this moment was also slightly solemn. "According to the current situation, no one should dare to come up to challenge again. Then... when the countdown ends, Zhang Jian will be the final winner, and the Magical Artifact will be taken back. But does that Mysterious Expert not want to obtain this Magical Artifact?"

"I think he might not come. That Mysterious Expert can even cut a nuclear missile in half, so perhaps this Magical Artifact does not hold much temptation for him," Rose analyzed.

"No matter, it is just a test. If we cannot lure him out this time, there will be a next time. All we want is evidence." Jack shrugged.

The countdown quickly reached the final ten seconds.

Tick! Tick!

Time was still ticking away second by second. The sound of the clock resounded throughout the entire boxing arena. Under normal circumstances, people could not hear the sound of the seconds, but the arena was exceptionally quiet now.

The onlookers were also waiting to see if there were any new challengers.

In a corner, Ye Nantian was sitting there with Venerable Zhang beside him. These two Level 7 Martial Artists, however, had not made a move.

"This sword expert is clearly arranged by that Jack. This is an attempt to lure out that Mysterious Expert." Ye Nantian snorted coldly, but he was also somewhat worried in his heart. He knew very well who that Mysterious Expert was. If he really appeared in this boxing arena, it was possible he might actually seize this Magical Artifact.

This was a scheme—a scheme set up by the Earth Martial Arts Alliance.

The Magical Artifact was indeed very tempting, but no one could take this Magical Artifact away, because once someone could defeat Zhang Jian, countless experts would rush out and directly identify you as that Mysterious Expert.

If you were defeated, you would die here. If you fought your way out, then the Earth Martial Arts Alliance would make trouble, claiming that this was that Mysterious Expert and demanding that the Dragon Country must execute him.

This was killing two birds with one stone!

For the Martial Arts Alliance, they did not necessarily need that Mysterious Expert himself to appear; they only needed evidence to prove the other party's existence, even if this evidence was fabricated at will.

Venerable Zhang smiled: "That may not necessarily be the case. That is a Land Immortal; how could he possibly look upon this Magical Arti..."

Before he finished speaking, his voice came to an abrupt end.

Because a young figure was slowly walking towards the ring...