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As they spoke, Ren Donglin on the martial stage suddenly pulled back and retreated, no longer suppressing Chen Qinghua. "Why aren’t you continuing?" Chen Qinghua said calmly.

Ren Donglin slightly furrowed his brows, staring at Chen Qinghua, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes. Then he glanced at the incense outside the arena that had already burned down by a third, and said, "I admit defeat!" After saying these three words, he directly turned around and walked out of the martial stage.

Seeing Ren Donglin walking toward him, Ling Chen noticed a hint of unwillingness on his face. If time had allowed, he definitely wouldn’t have wanted to give up so quickly. A rival of many years—how could he not want to have a real clash—but unfortunately, he had to think of the bigger picture.

"I’ll go." As soon as Ren Donglin conceded, Golden Dragon spat out two words and strode into the martial stage. Without any extra courtesy, the moment the two met, Golden Dragon immediately launched his offensive. His fists were like rolling thunder, letting out whooshing sounds as they tore through the air, blasting toward Chen Qinghua.

Facing Golden Dragon’s attack, Chen Qinghua did as he had before, not meeting it head-on, but choosing to dodge instead. Seeing Chen Qinghua retreating, the corners of Golden Dragon’s mouth suddenly curled up. He abruptly pulled back his fists, his toes tapping the ground in quick succession, his body shooting forward like a fired cannonball. His speed was astonishing; by the time the crowd reacted, he had already forced his way right up to Chen Qinghua.

Seeing this scene, everyone’s eyes couldn’t help but brighten. Truly a seasoned man of the Martial Arts World—his experience was indeed rich. Golden Dragon had clearly anticipated that Chen Qinghua wouldn’t dare to clash head-on, so he used a feint. Just as Chen Qinghua prepared to retreat, he suddenly burst forward, closing in directly to catch his opponent off guard.

As expected!

This sudden change of move made Chen Qinghua’s pupils narrow slightly. At this moment, his feet had just landed when the opponent’s fist was already at his chest; there was no time at all to evade. The only option was to meet it head-on. In the space of a lightning thought, Chen Qinghua drew a deep breath, his entire body’s Inner Strength suddenly erupting and condensing along his arms.

In that split second of lightning and flint, his palms shook and shot straight toward Golden Dragon.

At the instant fist and palm collided, it was as if an invisible Qi Force exploded, letting out a dull "bang." At the same time, their bodies rapidly staggered backward as if they had lost their balance, feet retreating in quick steps, retreating four or five meters before they finally managed to steady themselves.

Ling Chen focused his gaze and saw Golden Dragon’s face slightly pale, his breathing rough and labored. In contrast, Chen Qinghua’s condition was slightly better than Golden Dragon’s. Although his complexion was no longer as ruddy as before, at least there were no signs of excessive depletion of strength.

Impressive!

The people standing in the Zhu Family’s camp couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air. Before this, Ling Chen had already emphasized countless times how strong Chen Qinghua was. However, without actually witnessing Chen Qinghua’s strength, they had all more or less taken it lightly. They were both Heavenly List experts—no matter how strong Chen Qinghua was, he couldn’t be that much stronger. Yet only at this moment did they realize how monstrous Chen Qinghua really was.

Golden Dragon had fully prepared and unleashed his full strength, while Chen Qinghua responded in haste, and yet it was still Golden Dragon who suffered. From this, it was clear that Chen Qinghua was more than just a little stronger than Golden Dragon. For a time, a trace of solemnity appeared on everyone’s faces.

At this moment, the incense outside the arena had already burned halfway down; at most five more minutes and that stick of incense would be finished.

On the martial stage, under everyone’s gaze, Chen Qinghua panted for a bit, and his breathing gradually evened out. All of a sudden, he tapped the ground with one foot, and the ground beneath him instantly cracked. Borrowing that force, his body shot forward, speed blazing fast—almost beyond what the naked eye could follow; they could barely see a trailing afterimage flash past.

When Golden Dragon’s figure reappeared in the crowd’s field of vision, he had already rushed right up to Chen Qinghua. He leaped high, right fist held level, and blasted straight toward the opponent’s head. This punch from Golden Dragon was extremely simple, without any flourish, coming straight down from above, brimming with Power. The people at the edge of the field could clearly hear the howling whistle as his fist ripped through the air.

This punch carried a ferocious momentum, like splitting mountains and shattering stone, bringing with it an invisible pressure. Standing directly opposite Golden Dragon, Chen Qinghua was completely enveloped by that pressure. If it had been an ordinary person, they would probably already have been suffocated by it. But Chen Qinghua was no ordinary person. Watching Golden Dragon’s fist close in, his feet spread slightly, level with his shoulders, his waist sank—his stance like someone dropping into a horse stance.

Suddenly, with a fierce shout from his mouth, his right fist blasted out, meeting Golden Dragon’s punch head-on.

Bang!

With a muffled thud, Golden Dragon, who had been charging forward, suddenly flew backward, his body seeming to lose Control, crashing heavily to the ground as a mouthful of fresh blood spurted from his lips with a "puff."

Seeing this, Ling Chen and the others’ expressions changed drastically. They hurriedly rushed over and helped the fallen Golden Dragon up. Back at the edge of the field, Ling Chen asked with concern on his face, "Elder Huang, are you alright?"

Golden Dragon shook his head and said weakly, "I’m fine, just a minor injury. My task is already done; the rest is up to you."

Hearing this, everyone finally understood Golden Dragon’s actions just now. That all-out punch of his wasn’t meant to defeat Chen Qinghua, but to drain the opponent’s Inner Strength and create an opening for the others.

Beside him, Wang Teng patted his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Don’t worry, I’ll defeat him."

"Let me go." Ling Chen glanced at the stick of incense not far away and said, "Elder Wang, Chen Qinghua has already fought two consecutive bouts; at least half his stamina is gone. As long as we keep him burning energy, your chances of winning will be much higher."

"Let me go," Chen Junfeng said. "It’s too dangerous for you to get up there."

Ling Chen waved his hand. "No need. Right now it’s just Chen Qinghua; there’s still Chen Younian who hasn’t taken the field. We have to guard against the unexpected. You all stay on the side and watch. Who knows, you might have to jump in and save the situation later." With that, he walked toward the martial stage without looking back.

Although the fight on the martial stage was intense, Chen Younian’s attention wasn’t on it at all. Instead, he was busy taking in the Zhu Family’s buildings. Perhaps battles at this level weren’t enough to stir his interest.

Reaching the center of the field, Chen Qinghua stared at Ling Chen’s chiseled face and said coldly, "Last time I let you escape with your life. This time, you won’t have such good luck."

Ling Chen shrugged, unconcerned. "Doesn’t matter—if you’ve got what it takes."

"Alright then, come on. I want to see how much you’ve improved after this time apart." As he spoke, Chen Qinghua raised one hand, shifted his body sideways, repeating the same stance as before.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Chen stared intently at his opponent, his steps slowly shifting as he searched for an opening to strike.