This proposal by Feng Xiangdong made everyone fall into deep thought.

Dongyun Yu said, "Your proposal doesn’t make sense. What if the younger brothers’ cultivation improves in the future? It’s not unusual for someone to advance rapidly by coincidence and surpass the once big brother."

He didn’t really disagree; he just had a habit of arguing for the sake of it.

Feng Xiangdong arrogantly responded, "Everything is based on today’s ranking! Just like you, Dongyun Yu. Even if you become the top expert among the brothers in the future, today, if you’re Old Number Eight, you’ll always be Old Number Eight!"

Dongyun Yu was furious, "You are the damn Old Number Eight!"

Feng Xiangdong smiled faintly and gracefully replied, "I could never be Old Number Eight. Hehe..."

"Since you all agree, let’s settle it this way!"

Feng Xiangdong arrogantly nodded, "Thank you all for your witness."

Then he casually lifted the hem of his robe, tucking it into his belt, and said lightly, "Yu Laosan, it’s your move."

He displayed the composed demeanor of a true expert.

Everyone began to speculate: It seems that Feng Xiangdong is indeed the strongest!

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so confident.

This is absolute certainty!

Yu Zhongge’s heart was pounding, feeling even less confident, and he respectfully saluted, "Brother Dong, please excuse me."

"Hmm."

Feng Xiangdong said lightly, "No need to be polite, show me your skills and let me see how much you’ve improved over these years."

"Yes!"

Yu Zhongge dared not slack off, immediately taking a stance and unleashing his entire cultivation.

A loud shout.

He stomped his foot, and with a thunderous sound, the entire Inspection Hall shook briefly, then, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he charged directly.

"Ha!!"

Yu Zhongge roared.

With momentum like a tide, he rushed towards Feng Xiangdong.

In a flash, he was already in front of Feng Xiangdong, and a punch!

He smashed it out with great force!

This was a punch Yu Zhongge had held back a bit.

It was also a probing punch. Eight-tenths of his strength!

If Feng Xiangdong’s strength was truly higher, Yu Zhongge could still adjust immediately after this punch.

Feng Xiangdong, mature and steady, shouted in a low voice: "Well done."

Calm and composed, he settled his stance and threw out a punch.

Determined to strike with dignity, using a single punch to knock this former little brother down.

This was the only way to demonstrate the authority and strength of the big brother!

Bang!

The two fists collided solidly.

Then there was a crack, followed by a muffled groan, and a figure flew out like a kite with a broken string.

Then, throughout the place, including Zhao Shanhe and An Ruoxing, everyone shouted in unison.

"Holy crap!"

Everyone felt like their eyeballs had fallen to the ground and couldn’t be picked up!

What the hell...

Despite all preparations, no one expected this scene! It was too unexpected!

Countless people rubbed their eyes, all feeling like they were in a surreal dream.

No mistake!

The one sent flying by a punch was the very person who had just seemed full of bravado, exuding elegance, remaining exceptionally composed, and reaching the pinnacle of arrogance—Feng Xiangdong!

Not only was he sent flying by a punch.

But even the bones of his fist were broken.

His forearm was also fractured!

Blood spurted from his mouth.

His face was like gold paper.

Half lying on the ground, his eyes incredulous, he looked at Yu Zhongge in the arena.

Not to mention others, even Feng Xiangdong himself hadn’t come to his senses!

What the hell... What happened?

How did I get punched away?

Is this really Yu Zhongge? Yu Laosan of the Yu Family? The tiny fellow who used to trail behind me with a runny nose when I chatted with his brother?

Wasn’t it just last year when I gave him some pointers and taught him a lesson, making him roll all over the ground?

I wonder... Where’s his diaper?

Can anyone tell me what the hell happened?...

Zhao Shanhe suddenly stood up from the platform, eyes wide like copper bells: "What the heck... What is this situation!?"

The Chief didn’t bother to maintain any decorum.

He directly burst out with an expletive.

In the arena.

Yu Zhongge also looked bewildered, retracting his fist, scratching his head, looking at his fist in disbelief.

He questioned life.

He considered that after several fortunate encounters, his cultivation might not be much weaker than his brothers back then.

But he never ever expected that he could send Feng Xiangdong flying with a punch...

Moreover, it was a severely injurious punch!

The scene was deathly silent for a full half a minute!

Everyone felt like they were sleepwalking.

Then they were interrupted by a loud, hearty laugh.

It was Dongyun Yu: "Hahaha damn... Oh my gosh, this cracked me up, that was so fake, even I believed it, and yet with one punch, he’s gone... Damn, he’s flown away..."

Immediately everyone started discussing with a roar.

With shock, confusion, bewilderment, as well as relief, disappointment, and anger...

Relieved that they hadn’t bet on Feng Xiangdong.

Angry at those who had bet on Feng Xiangdong.

Those who placed bets purely for nothing, is there still any hope? The first opponent was sent flying with a punch, are you still counting on him to be the boss?

His arm was shattered!

"Damn, what bad luck, if you don’t have strength, stop pretending... damn it, made me lose so much."

"I lost this money for nothing, I originally bet on someone else... ended up seeing this kid pretend so I temporarily changed... and then bam, lost utterly... damn, this guy pretends so well, the whole audience believed, who would have thought he’d be taken down immediately..."

"Classic! Trying to show off but ended up being embarrassed... today I truly understand this saying, so damn true!"

"..."

The whole place was buzzing with discussions.

Some were shocked, some were gloating, some were laughing, and some were cursing.

A true picture of humanity.

Feng Xiangdong finally realized what happened, even forgot about the pain, his handsome face turning red.

He quickly took an elixir pill, and said: "Old third, you you you... what’s your strength now?"

"Ninth-grade emperor level. Peak."

Yu Zhongge said: "Brother Dong, how are you... I I I, little brother didn’t... didn’t expect..."

Feng Xiangdong suddenly felt utterly embarrassed.

Staring at Yu Zhongge for a long time, he finally twisted his face in despair: "Damn... damn... I really..."

A long sigh, collapsed on the ground, eyes blank, lost the will to live.

In this match, Feng Xiangdong’s undeserved loss can be compared to Dou’e.

Although his cultivation wasn’t comparable, with his rich combat experience, even if he couldn’t win, he wouldn’t lose so miserably.

But with preconceived notions, he didn’t take Yu Zhongge seriously at all. He only used sixty percent of his strength, afraid of hurting Yu Zhongge.

And Yu Zhongge didn’t know anything, calling him brother respectfully, yet ended up injuring the brother...

By coincidence.

Feng Xiangdong was completely tragic.

After taking the pill and standing up, he was still in a dazed state.

His mind was somewhat foggy.

Feng Xiangdong is absolutely not someone who can’t accept defeat, but this match... this match really...

Is indescribable.

In short, utterly tragic!

"I lost."

Feng Xiangdong gave a bitter smile: "This fall... will remind me for many years."

He looked up, at Yu Zhongge, took a deep breath, and said: "Brother Yu!"

Yu Zhongge waved his hands repeatedly: "Brother Dong, you..."

"A fair bet, a willing loser." Feng Xiangdong sighed: "Don’t embarrass me further."

Yu Zhongge’s face was slightly awkward.

He obvious hadn’t adapted to being the boss yet.

Feng Xiangdong’s face was ashen, utterly embarrassed: "Your brother Yuzhong Kuang calls me brother... I call you brother, how can I face your brother in the future..."

Yu Zhongge’s expression was colorful: "Or... we each call our own?"

"Alas..."

Feng Xiangdong sighed longingly towards the sky, extremely desolate.

He asked: "Are you all ninth-grade emperor level?"

"Yes."

"Does that mean I have to add a few more brothers?" Feng Xiangdong asked hopelessly.

"...It should be."

"Just let me die!..."

Feng Xiangdong collapsed.

At the same time, so did Xue Wanren.

Xue Wanren hadn’t even started fighting and was already collapsing.

Because he heard everything.

Now glaring with eyes filled with anger and grief, looking at Mo Gan Yun and others... this, damn it, aren’t these older ones also a few years younger than me?

Do I damn have a whole bunch of brothers now?

Adjusting his broken bones, Feng Xiangdong stood up, cupped his fists towards the audience: "Sorry for letting everyone watch a joke and causing you all to lose money... I’ll make it up to you brothers in the future."

"Today really is... unforgettable for life!"

Feng Xiangdong’s words, truly came from the heart!

The stands quieted down immediately.

It must be said, Feng Xiangdong’s demeanor is truly exceptional. Everyone asked themselves, if they were the ones losing face this big, they’d probably want to die.

Feng Xiangdong was undoubtedly the most uncomfortable of all.

Yet he still chose to face it with composure!

Immediately, half of the dissatisfaction and contempt from everyone disappeared.

Even Dongyun Yu turned his head in surprise and said: "Oh, like a man, kid, in the future, I’ll try not to mess with you."

Feng Xiangdong chuckled: "Don’t call yourself brother yet, we haven’t fought."

"Hehehe..."

Dongyun Yu sneered, and said: "I can crush you, like I crush Old er!"

Feng Xiangdong gritted his teeth: "Just wait!"

"Hehehehe..." Dongyun Yu let out an obnoxious laugh.

Feng Xiangdong and Xue Wanren gritted their teeth in anger but didn’t dare to talk tough. Because maybe they really can’t win... then it’d just be another joke!

Such jokes only need to happen once, and every time you remember it for the rest of your life, you could dig out a city with your toes...

If it happens again, how could you live?

Fang Che cheered loudly: "Feng Xiangdong, not bad! You’re a true man!"

Immediately, everyone around cheered: "A true man!"

Feng Xiangdong laughed heartily, cupping his fists in salute: "I’ve already lost enough face, now I’m just a true man left..."

Laughter erupted all around.

Everyone’s view of Feng Xiangdong changed greatly.

They admired him extremely.

Just as Fang Che said, Feng Xiangdong, truly deserved to be called a true man!