'Bang.'

With a sound of impact, both Elder Cyan Dragon and David retreated two steps.

The unexpected event on the stage drew everyone's attention.

"This Elder Cyan Dragon is still so fiery and vigorous." Granny looked at the stage with a bitter smile.

On the stage, David watched the elder in front of him cautiously, feeling secretly amazed.

The palm strike he just used was at eighty percent of his power, intending to put Lei Xiaolei out of commission. Yet, the person in front of him could withstand it; he's truly an extraordinary figure.

"What? Are Huaxia martial arts all about winning with more people?" David asked harshly.

"No, no, I just meddled. However, this young man seems to be struggling to hold on, and you still intend to go for the kill; doesn't that go against the essence of Confucian martial arts cultivation?" Elder Cyan Dragon replied softly.

"Referee, Lei Xiaolei admits defeat. Please announce it." Xiaofan couldn't care less, grabbed his pulse point, detected that his injuries were too severe, and realized he must be treated immediately.

"Stop it, I haven't admitted defeat yet, I can still..."

'Slap.'

A slap suddenly echoed across the stage. Xiaofan looked sternly at Lei Xiaolei in front of him, angrily shouting, "If you had the power to fight him, none of us would stop you, but now, look at yourself, what state are you in? You couldn't even touch his clothes; how will you fight?"

"You, why do you interfere..." Before finishing his sentence, Lei Xiaolei fainted.

Xiaofan lifted Lei Xiaolei over his shoulder, jumped off the stage, glanced back at the elder who blocked David for him, nodded in acknowledgment, and quickly ran towards the resting room.

"Lei Xiaolei is unable to continue fighting; in this match, David wins."

With the referee's announcement of the match result, Elder Cyan Dragon slowly walked to the edge of the stage.

"Hey, elder, you're quite skilled. I really want to have a match with you." David said faintly to Elder Cyan Dragon's back.

"Hope you can hold out until we meet, who knows, maybe someday you'll lose." Elder Cyan Dragon left this remark and jumped beside Granny.

Granny walked over slowly and inquired, "How confident are you against him?"

"About fifty-fifty. Just one palm strike, and the two were evenly matched. Moreover, he didn't exert himself fully; throughout the tournament, no one forced David to use his full power. This guy is quite deep." Elder Cyan Dragon said helplessly.

"Could it be even you can't easily defeat him?" Granny was somewhat surprised by this answer.

"I don't know; the likelihood of losing is greater. Really want to have a match with him. Oh right, that kid named Ye Xiaofan also seems like he wants to have a test match." Speaking of Xiaofan, Elder Cyan Dragon perked up.

"Hmm? That junior? Why?" Granny continued to ask.

"In that instant just now, his speed was actually similar to mine. I used all my power to rush up there; otherwise, I wouldn't have made it in time, yet he was able to quickly intercept in front of that young man named Xiaolei—really don't know how strong that kid is, quite curious to test him."

"To hear you give such a high evaluation of even a junior suggests that this kid is indeed exceptional."

"This martial arts tournament is truly a gathering of hidden talents. Alas, I wish I could be twenty years younger, able to fight as vigorously as them." Elder Cyan Dragon shook his head with a bitter smile, walked up to the stage, where it was his turn to perform.

Meanwhile, in the resting room, after Xiaofan put down the unconscious Lei Xiaolei, he immediately took out a fine needle from his body, carefully pricking several acupuncture points. Then, the stagnant blood started flowing from the needle eye.

"Hey, what are you doing to Xiaolei?" Suddenly, the resting room door opened, and several men briskly walked in, seeing Xiaofan holding a needle and loudly asked.

"Don't disturb me, stand still," Xiaofan swiftly took out several silver needles, continuing to insert them into Lei Xiaolei's back.

And although the faces of the newcomers were filled with worry, they dared not disturb Xiaofan because they had heard in Yanhuang Soul about the remarkable method of saving people with silver needles, but cautioned to never disturb the person applying the needles.

About half an hour later, Xiaofan finally breathed a sigh of relief, pulling out all the needles, and Lei Xiaolei gradually regained consciousness.

"Alright, take him back to his room to rest. Damn it, I'm exhausted."

"Though I should thank you, you shouldn't meddle in my affairs." Lei Xiaolei slowly got up, his life preserved.

"Apologies for slapping you earlier; I was reckless." Xiaofan said apologetically.

"A slap in exchange for a life, I know which is more important. Captain, I'm fine now, you all can leave. Don't worry about me anymore."

After this incident, Lei Xiaolei seemed to lose hope for the future, even saying he no longer saw any color in the world.

There were things he had to admit; he was not David's match, perhaps not even ten years later. His entire life might never avenge his father.

"Xiaolei..."

"Xiaolei."

The teammates of Yanhuang Soul did not return to the team because they were concerned about their brother; now Xiaolei lost... whether he'll put aside his thoughts of revenge for the time being is unknown.

The competition continued.

After two rounds of eliminations, only thirty-two out of one hundred and twenty-eight people advanced to the third round elimination.

Yet today, Xiaofan faced another opponent from abroad. Given yesterday's opportunity, Xiaofan vented his anger on this opponent.

Moreover, he arrogantly spoke to the camera, uttering words like 'Sick Man of East Asia.'

What kind of person is considered a master? Xiaofan didn't know; among his opponents, only Li San made him feel challenged. As for the foreigner before him, his name seems to be George; he didn't take him seriously at all.

George's punching speed is very fast, often injuring and slowing down his opponent upon impact. But his punching speed must be faster than Xiaofan's speed.

Grapple Hand.

How nostalgic this move is; Shen Zuimo taught him the principles initially, and although Xiaofan learned the basics, after exploring martial arts for a while, he suddenly grasped the clarity of the Grapple Hand's movements.

'Crunch.' Using Grapple Hand, he seized the opponent's arm, then mercilessly snapped the opponent's bone. Yet this time, Xiaofan wouldn't reconnect it, letting this fool taste the prowess of what he called 'Sick Man of East Asia.'

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