With the system's aid, his strength had reached an astonishing level, worthy of being called superhuman.

Acting pretentious in front of him was simply asking for humiliation.

"Ah ah ah, how dare you insult me? You bastard, how dare you call me trash?"

Qian Da was furious. He had always looked down on others; when did it become someone else's turn to humiliate him?

In his anger, Qian Da didn't care about anything else, and stomped hard on the stone slab, using the force to pounce towards Lin Beichen like a goose spreading its wings.

While still in mid-air, his right leg already shot out, aiming fiercely at Lin Beichen's forehead.

As the kick was executed, the roar of rapidly surging airflow suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

Immediately following, something even more outrageous happened.

Along the path of this kick, the candles used for ambiance were extinguished one by one.

Everyone was stunned, staring dumbfounded at Qian Da, unable to believe their eyes.

To think, Qian Da was a full meter away from those candles!

To achieve such a frightening effect purely with the gust from his leg at such a distance –

How much power did that take? How fast did he have to be?

Remarkable!

In just two words: extremely remarkable!

This level of strength explains why he managed to fight his way into the top ten in Black Boxing. Truly well-deserved fame!

The crowd thought, and when they looked at Lin Beichen, their eyes were filled with pity.

In their view, although Lin Beichen was also strong, there was no way he could be a match for Qian Da, one of the top ten in Black Boxing.

Under the might of this powerful attack, the slender Lin Beichen seemed destined to have his head kicked and exploded on the spot.

Not only did the crowd think this way, even Qian Da himself thought so.

He had absolute confidence in his own strength. This wasn't blind arrogance but a clear understanding of the terrifying power contained in his kick.

It was no exaggeration to say that if this kick landed, even a steel plate could be kicked through; even a tough-skinned, thick-fleshed boar would be killed with one kick; much less an ordinary person?

Qian Da was confident that once this kick landed, Lin Beichen's head would explode on the spot, instantly dying, with no other possible outcome.

"Kid, remember to mention my name down below. I'm Qian Da."

As Qian Da spoke, the speed of his foot suddenly surged again, appearing in front of Lin Beichen in an instant.

The powerful kick seemed about to smash into Lin Beichen's forehead.

As they watched, expecting a scene with blood gushing like a fountain, and blood spraying everywhere, Feng Yeling and the other women in the arena closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the gruesome scene to come.

Nobody thought Lin Beichen could survive this kick, including Feng Yeling.

After all, Feng Yeling had heard of Qian Da's name among the top ten in Black Boxing and knew just how terrifying his strength was.

Precisely because she knew, she had no confidence in Lin Beichen and had begun contemplating how to escape.

Even though she appeared to be with Lin Beichen in the eyes of others; even though the reason Lin Beichen got into this trouble was mainly due to her.

However, just when everyone thought Lin Beichen was doomed, he remained unusually calm.

He casually swallowed the food in his mouth and then raised his leg to kick towards Qian Da.

At the same time, he sneered, "Trash like you should just stay content in the trash bin – dare to strut around in front of me, you must be tired of living."

"Bang!"

With a burst of sound, the two men's legs met in mid-air.

Then came the sound of bones cracking.

"Haha, kid, your leg broke, right? I'll tell you this is just the beginning! Once you're in my hands, watch how I break every bone in your body one by one! Let me show you the price of offending Yan Bin!" Leaning against the wall and barely standing, Yan Bin wore a wildly gleeful grin.

Even though excessive movement caused his wounds to split and bleed again, he didn't care. He was happy watching that damned guy getting beaten felt good. That elation was like having an ice popsicle in the Great Xia summer – invigorating in one word!

However, that feeling of exhilaration lasted barely two seconds before it vanished entirely. The arrogant smile on his face instantly turned to surprise and disbelief.

"This... this... how is this possible?"

Covering his face full of muscles, Qian Da showed signs of disbelief. He looked up at Lin Beichen and then down at his own thigh, simply unable to grasp or imagine how this kid in front of him could be so powerful.

So powerful it's ridiculous!

"Crack!"

Amid the continuous sound of cracking bones, excruciating pain spread rapidly from his foot to his heart, and from there quickly moved to all corners of his body.

In the end, Qian Da's mind could only register one word: "pain," and nothing else.

"Ah!"

With a shrill scream like that of a devil, Qian Da clutched his thigh and staggered backward several steps.

Before he could steady himself, Lin Beichen once again rushed forward with a single stride, delivering a vicious kick to Qian Da's chest.