224: Heel cleansing

Pan Han had no idea about the story behind it and felt baffled himself.

But the joy of victory temporarily made him forget these things; after all, he got another 5 points—truly satisfying!

He returned to the waiting area, smoking, drinking water, and watching the matches!

"Sister! Does Lord Pan really know that move?" Mo Li touched his crotch and quietly asked Cheng Xiao.

Cheng Xiao's head was buzzing, and she quickly swore on a lamp that she had never seen him use it.

"That's strange. I observed that Ouyang Feijin's leg muscles are extremely developed and hard; the force couldn't have penetrated instantly!" Mo Li's eyes were opened today, and he increasingly felt that Pan Han was a magical boy!

"Maybe he was just lucky!" Cheng Xiao didn't know how to respond and could only speak vaguely.

Pan Han, on the other hand, stared at the broadcast screen, watching everyone finish, with only the last team still desperately grappling!

The two of them were already covered in blood from fighting; one had lost three teeth, and the other had a fractured brow bone and a broken nose!

"Damn! These two are truly evenly matched! Luckily I didn't run into them, or I'd end up like this too!" Pan Han felt pain just by watching, and he couldn't help but touch his own nose and mouth.

All the spectators focused their attention on the two of them.

They had entered a state of chaotic fighting, punch for punch, neither dodging nor evading, just waiting to see who would fall first!

"If they keep fighting like this, someone will die!" A spectator couldn't help but shout out!

But the referee and commentator remained unmoved!

If your skills are inferior, you don't deserve to get the Intermediate Potion!

Bad luck is equivalent to inferior skills!

You can savor that!

Splat!

Splat!

The two of them had now switched to slapping each other!

Teeth scattered on the ground, blood splattered on the spot!

"Hiss!" With each slap, the entire audience let out a synchronized sound, not knowing if they were feeling the pain themselves or for the Trial participant!

Finally, after fifteen rounds of slaps, one of them swayed and collapsed first!

The commentator, fearing that the other person would also collapse, quickly pulled up his hand and declared him the winner!

But as soon as the victory was announced, this person could no longer hold on and also collapsed.

The medical team immediately entered the arena to carry them away, and the stands erupted in thunderous applause, bidding farewell to the two warriors.

As the two were carried away, the atmosphere reached a climax!

The commentator shouted excitedly, music blared loudly, and the atmosphere team cheerleaders entered to dance!

Watching everything before him, Pan Han felt as if he were at a grand finale, both dreamlike and real!

After a brief ten-minute break, the third round of matches began!

This time, Pan Han's matched opponent was No. 22—Jiaogen Jingcun.

"Oh my, he must be very dirty!" Pan Han shivered all over after seeing the name.

But he still bit the bullet and came to the arena.

The opponent was already waiting for him in the ring. Seeing Pan Han arrive, he bowed deeply: "Big Brother, please give me your guidance!"

Unexpectedly, Jiaogen Jingcun was surprisingly clean, which relieved Pan Han quite a bit.

Clean, bowing deeply, and speaking so politely, it reminded Pan Han of a country in his own world!

"Jingcun-kun, hello!" Pan Han was not used to deep bows and only nodded slightly in return.

"It is my honor to spar with Big Brother!" Jiaogen Jingcun bowed deeply again!

"Jingcun-kun, please use your full strength, don't hold back!"

"Don't worry, Big Brother! Giving my all is the greatest respect to you!"

"Big Brother, I usually use a knife, but I don't have one today, so I can only use my hand as a knife. Please bear with me!"

After Jiaogen Jingcun finished speaking, he made a hand-knife chopping posture!

"Well done! Then I'll meet you with Jeet Kune Do!" Pan Han took off his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs and strong arms!

The match began immediately!

Pan Han quickly assumed the classic Jeet Kune Do stance, looking like he was exceptionally skilled. His eyes were sharp, staring at his opponent, ready to face the challenge.

Jiaogen Jingcun stood with his 'knife,' his gaze cold, the 'blade' glinting with a chilling light, exuding the dignity of a warrior.

The moment the match began, Pan Han rushed towards Jiaogen Jingcun like lightning, his fists like cannonballs piercing through the air.

Jiaogen Jingcun quickly dodged, his 'knife' technique agile and precise, avoiding all of Pan Han's attacks.

Pan Han was not discouraged; he turned passive into active, his figure flashing, coming beside Jiaogen Jingcun, quickly unleashing a series of continuous punches, the shadows of his fists crisscrossing, raining down on Jiaogen Jingcun.

"Atatata!"

"Ouch!"

The two exchanged punches and 'knife' strikes, fighting so tightly that not even air could pass through!

Pan Han suddenly dodged and delivered a side kick, aiming directly for Jiaogen Jingcun's waist. The opponent was just about to use his hand-knife to defend. Unexpectedly, Pan Han faked the kick and then went straight for the opponent's face!

This was Jeet Kune Do's signature continuous kick!

The speed was so fast that even high-speed cameras couldn't capture it clearly!

Several afterimages were seen hitting Jiaogen Jingcun's face in succession, and then he flew out!

"Ouch!" A scream echoed throughout the arena.

Except for the Intermediate Evolver, no one could clearly see how many kicks he had actually taken.

In the VIP box, Mo Li showed admiration when he saw Pan Han's attack.

"Sister! Did you see how many kicks Pan Han threw just now?" He lit a cigarette Pan Han had given him and turned to ask.

"I didn't see clearly!" Cheng Xiao's face instantly flushed. Not only could she not see how many kicks Pan Han threw, but she also couldn't count how many times he had 'thrust' last night.

In short, it was very fast!

"A full 12 kicks!" Mo Li stretched out both hands, unable to clearly gesture the number 12.

"Ah!!! How is that possible!" Although Cheng Xiao was an assassin, she wasn't ignorant of combat techniques.

How could he kick 12 times in half a second???

Could it be that Pan Han had already become a quasi-Intermediate Evolver??

"Yes! I don't know how he kicked either!" Mo Li sighed.

"Mo Dage, how many kicks can you throw?" Cheng Xiao asked nervously.

"I can do a maximum of 13 kicks!" Mo Li said with a serious face, looking at Cheng Xiao.

Exaggerated!

Shocking!

It's just ridiculous!

Before, Qin Laoda said Pan Han was basically invincible, and Cheng Xiao didn't believe it!

Now she completely believed it!

How did he do it?

How long has he been in the apocalypse?

A glimmer of tears welled up in Cheng Xiao's eyes! She didn't know why she was crying!

Pan Han, on the other hand, had no time to consider others' thoughts; he quickly chased after him, not letting Jiaogen Jingcun get up.

He straddled him and used inch punches.

Pitter-patter, striking Jiaogen Jingcun's head violently!

The speed of his punches was even harder to see clearly.

After just one second, Jiaogen Jingcun slapped the ground, begging for mercy.

The referee quickly pulled Pan Han up and declared him the winner!

"Mo Dage, how many punches did Pan Han throw this time??" Cheng Xiao naturally still hadn't seen clearly.

"65 punches!" Mo Li announced a number!

"65 punches in one second??" Cheng Xiao was greatly astonished.

"That's right!" Mo Li blew out a smoke ring, then waved his hand twice in the air, and the smoke ring slowly formed the number 65.

Cheng Xiao looked at the number and almost lost her footing.

It was terrifying!

Moreover, everyone could see that Pan Han hadn't gone for the kill; at most, he used seventy percent of his strength.

If he fully unleashed his power, how terrifying would that be?