In front of the screen, all the friends concerned about Xiaofan showed worried expressions. Although no one wanted to see this scene, everyone knew that perhaps the little guy could only stop here.
At this moment, Xiaofan's hands on the stage had completely fallen limp. The dislocation pain caused cold sweat to continuously drip from his forehead.
It was somewhat ironic to say, originally dislocating someone else's hands was Xiaofan's special move. Yet, unexpectedly, he had experienced the same move himself today.
Compared to being twisted, the damage from being dislocated was greater. If Xiaofan wasn't familiar with the structure of his body's bones, taking this strike at the cost of dislocation, if he took it directly, his wrist bones might have shattered.
"What a domineering Nine Sobbing Palms." Xiaofan laughed bitterly as he straightened his body, his hanging hands swaying a bit.
"What? You're still not planning to concede?" Ren Ying looked at Xiaofan, who stood straight again, clearly surprised: "It's useless. No matter how you persevere, this match, I've won."
"It's not over until the last moment, who knows what might happen?" Xiaofan's lips curved slightly, then he did something that shocked everyone present.
"Ye Xiaofan, do you concede?" As the referee, in this situation, it was necessary to ask clearly. After all, with both hands dislocated, there's no chance of winning. Continuing the fight would increase the risk of injury.
"Wait a moment..."
After forcing out two words, Xiaofan suddenly bent down, placed his hanging left hand on the ground, then used his left foot to step on the palm, and swung his body abruptly.
'Crack.'
"Phew. Thankfully, I didn't disgrace the old man of our house." Xiaofan laughed bitterly, gently lifted his left hand. Then he tugged on the hanging right hand, shook it twice, then gave it a hard pull.
"Whoa." Xiaofan exclaimed in pain, almost tearing up.
However, after these simple moves, Xiaofan's hands surprisingly returned to a normal state.
This situation made the audience cheer. They initially thought the match was over, the fight stopped too quickly, leaving them slightly disappointed, but now the excitement seemed to continue.
"How is this possible." Below the stage, Cyan Dragon also widened his eyes, both hands dislocated and yet able to reset them himself. This kid is too monstrous.
"Are you a monster?" Ren Ying also widened his eyes looking at the recovered Xiaofan. Originally, he thought the match was his win, but now it found suspense again.
"This match, I'm afraid it's my win." Xiaofan said confidently.
"Nonsense. I could hit you once; I can hit you a second time." Ren Ying wouldn't let himself be easily shaken by the opponent.
"Having been hit once, I won't let you hit me a second time." Xiaofan's eyes flashed coldly as he instantly charged forward.
"Hmph, Nine Sobbing Palms." Ren Ying shouted and again unleashed the Nine Sobbing Palms towards Xiaofan.
But this time, would Xiaofan suffer again?
'Bang.'
Xiaofan unexpectedly took the first palm head-on; however, the huge impact left him in pain. The second palm followed quickly.
Xiaofan realized that no matter whether he took or dodged initially, he'd eventually be unable to escape the last palm. The impact of the second palm was stronger than the first, and the subsequent palm force would accumulate. Even if he took the initial palms, how could he take nine unprepared?
"Nine... Sobbing Palms."
"What?"
With Xiaofan's low shout, his left hand turned into a palm, meeting Ren Ying's second palm.
'Bang.'
'Bang.'
'Bang.'
"This is impossible..." Granny, who was sitting safely below the stage, stood up in disbelief. Her face was full of horror as she looked at Ye Xiaofan on the stage.
"He, he actually learned the Nine Sobbing Palms too?" Cyan Dragon exclaimed. Though unwilling to believe, at this moment, Ye Xiaofan clearly used the same palm technique against Ren Ying: "Mrs. Ren, wasn't this Nine Sobbing Palms supposed to be wielded only by the Ren Family's 'Celestial Burn'? How could this Ye Xiaofan know..."
"Even if you ask me, I can't answer you." Granny also watched every move of Ye Xiaofan carefully, without a single flaw. This matter, it's too strange indeed.
The one most shocked was probably Ren Ying on stage. After years of hard work on the Nine Sobbing Palms, he just achieved something today. How could it be learned by someone of the same age just by watching once? There must be something wrong here.
But after completing the ninth palm, Ren Ying realized Xiaofan had just finished the eighth; he himself was exhausted, while Xiaofan's last palm was already aimed at his face.
No matter how hard to believe, this guy in front was indeed a monster. He was too powerful... there was nothing Ren Ying could do anymore.
"Ying'Er..." The last palm, Ren Ying couldn't dodge. If hit directly, with the power of the last palm of Nine Sobbing Palms, it might kill Ren Ying outright.
'Whoosh.'
Stopped. Xiaofan's final palm halted in front of Ren Ying's forehead, then slowly withdrew his hand.
"You lost."
"Phew. I concede." Ren Ying had no choice but to admit defeat, and he did so willingly.
"Ren Ying concedes, Ye Xiaofan wins."
With the referee's announcement, Xiaofan successfully entered the semi-finals. However, after this match, he needed to take a good rest.
Actually, at the beginning, Xiaofan didn't know what was happening. After seeing the Nine Sobbing Palms, his body moved involuntarily, the Inner Strength turning on its own. Although it was the first time it moved to a foreign place, Xiaofan felt inexplicably familiar.
Too bizarre. Too unreal.
"Young man, can you say a few words to the old guy?" Suddenly, Elder Long approached Xiaofan.
"Grandpa, please speak." Xiaofan initially wanted to go back to the hotel to rest, but he didn't expect to be stopped.
"Did you know the Nine Sobbing Palms before?" Cyan Dragon asked directly without beating around the bush.
"No. I just learned it from that guy there. Feels a bit awkward, sorry for making you laugh." Xiaofan knew Cyan Dragon was a contestant in the competition, but regardless of whether they'd be opponents later, he always maintained politeness to elders.
"You're really something. Now we're both semi-finalists, I look forward to a match with you." Cyan Dragon smiled slightly.
"If we meet, please be gentle, grandpa. I'm about to collapse, I need to go back and lie down." Xiaofan's expression was somewhat pained, clearly showing signs of fatigue.
"Oh ho ho, look at me, you go ahead."
"Mm."
Xiaofan nodded slightly and slowly walked towards the contestant passage.
"Could it be that after Mr. Ren's fall, this world has another monster like this? If he were still around, seeing such a lad, he would definitely have accepted him as his disciple immediately." Cyan Dragon shook his head with a bitter smile, slowly walked back.
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