Not even seventy percent?

Against this kind of opponent, you still think you have a seventy percent chance of winning?

When Yansong Mountain and Dong Wenhui heard Zhao Xuanqi, they nearly spat out their drinks. The kid wasn’t big, but his boasts sure were.

Even some of the guests behind them couldn’t help but shoot Zhao Xuanqi a surprised look.

Even Weng Xiaolin looked slightly surprised. It wasn’t that he thought Zhao Xuanqi was joking; he just hadn’t expected his student to rate his own chances so highly. From his perspective, if Zhao Xuanqi only possessed the strength he’d shown when defeating Zhou Ze, even a thirty percent chance of winning would be a long shot.

’This kid is definitely still holding back.’

"Go on. The reputation of our Martial Arts Hall is at stake in this match. You must go all out and hold nothing back. Remember what I told you—an eagle is meant to spread its wings and soar. Right now, this is the perfect stage for you."

Weng Xiaolin instructed Zhao Xuanqi in a low, serious voice. He was actually worried that the kid would hold something back even in a match of this importance.

’Go all out... That’s impossible.’

Zhao Xuanqi thought to himself. At the very least, he couldn’t reveal his Hundred Beasts Fist just yet.

"Yes, Master."

But he agreed verbally, bowing slightly to Weng Xiaolin and the two other masters. Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, he walked step by step toward the ring.

"Old Man Weng, is that kid serious?"

Yansong Mountain couldn’t help but ask Weng Xiaolin as he watched Zhao Xuanqi’s retreating figure.

"To be honest, I’m not sure myself. But he’s not the type to make baseless claims."

Weng Xiaolin said seriously.

’You’re his master, and you don’t even know your own disciple’s strength?’

Yansong Mountain and Dong Wenhui exchanged a glance, feeling more and more that this old geezer Weng Xiaolin was completely unreliable.

"Who is this representative from the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall? I don’t think we had any intelligence on him before, did we?"

Pete, sitting not far from the three masters, had clearly heard the entire conversation between Zhao Xuanqi and Weng Xiaolin.

’A seventy percent chance of winning? What kind of joke is this yellow-skinned monkey telling?’

"Sir, the Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall switched its fighter at the last minute. Our intelligence on this Zhao Qi is incomplete. All we know is that his performance was mediocre until he was suddenly promoted by the hall. The specific details are unknown."

A white man next to him leaned in and whispered in Pete’s ear.

"What kind of work do you call this?"

Pete’s brows furrowed slightly.

"Mr. Pete, it is our failing. However, you’re being overly sensitive. This Zhao Qi, standing before Kaiser, is like a mere infant. How could he possibly defeat Kaiser, a Royal Fighter? As for his claim of a seventy percent chance of winning, I’m sure it’s just empty boasting. You needn’t pay it any mind."

The white subordinate said.

"It had better be."

Pete’s brow relaxed a little. No matter how he looked at it, this Zhao Qi was no match for Kaiser. It was just that his sudden appearance was so peculiar, giving Pete a disquieting feeling that things were not entirely under his control. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

’Perhaps I’m overthinking this. It’s just the insignificant Celestial Sea Martial Arts World. What kind of real talent could it possibly have?’

At the same time, as Zhao Xuanqi took the stage, his conversation with Weng Xiaolin quickly spread among all the guests.

"The representative from Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall? He asked to fight?"

"The Xiaolin Martial Arts Hall representative claims he has a seventy percent chance of winning?"

"Regardless, his courage to step forward and fight in this situation is admirable. Win or lose, he’s a true man!"

"Yeah! Give it your all!"

"Give it your all!"

"..."

Murmurs rippled through the guests, and all eyes turned to the ring.

Kaiser, nearly two meters tall with the powerful build of a grizzly bear, stood opposite Zhao Xuanqi, who was barely one-meter-seventy-five. The stark difference in size was immediately apparent, making the scene almost painful to watch.

"Do you think this Zhao Qi has any chance of winning?"

Chu Jiaxuan, having heard everything, turned to ask Ma Maocheng.

"Perhaps miracles do happen in this world."

Ma Maocheng replied.

On the ring, under the wash of the spotlights.

"You’re the one? You asked to fight, and you’re saying you have a seventy percent chance to beat me?"

Kaiser looked down at Zhao Xuanqi, an expression of sheer absurdity on his face.

"What of it? Is there a problem?"

Zhao Xuanqi asked, his face calm.

"Get off the stage. You’re a representative of a Martial Arts Hall, after all. I’d hate for things to get complicated if I accidentally kill you with one punch."

Kaiser sneered.

"If you’re not prepared to kill me, then your chances of winning won’t even reach thirty percent."

Zhao Xuanqi said flatly.

Hearing Zhao Xuanqi’s arrogant retort, Kaiser’s smile faded, replaced by a vicious glint in his eyes. "You don’t know what’s good for you."

Both men moved at once, settling into their respective fighting stances.

On one side, Kaiser took up the Sword and Shield Formation, his left arm a shield and his right arm a blade.

On the other, Zhao Xuanqi arched his back, pulled in his stomach, and sank low, like a Black Tiger crouching before a hunt.

Black Tiger vs. Sword and Shield Formation!

HAAH!!

With a thunderous shout, Kaiser shot forward, taking the offensive and pressing his advantage with his powerful physique!

The battle between the two erupted in an instant.

Zhao Xuanqi tapped the balls of his feet and coiled his body, adopting a strategy similar to Zhu Renliang’s. He avoided a direct clash with Kaiser, instead using his superior agility and Stepping Technique to constantly evade.

His frame was smaller than Zhu Renliang’s, making his speed and evasions even more nimble and erratic.

However, Kaiser was also taller than Zhou Ze, his strength and speed greater. The pressure he exerted on Zhao Xuanqi was thus even more intense.

Within a few evasions, Zhao Xuanqi went from moving with ease to being forced into a corner step by step. It seemed he would expose an opening at any moment.

’Is that all the strength he has?’

Yansong Mountain and the others frowned at the sight and glanced at Weng Xiaolin, but his expression remained completely unchanged.

’This kid... he used a similar tactic when he fought Zhou Ze. The only question is whether it will work this time.’

Feigning weakness!!

Zhao Xuanqi was observing Kaiser’s attack patterns, looking for a flaw in his offense!

’Found it!’

Kaiser’s physique was far superior to Zhou Ze’s, but his fighting style was less refined. His advantage lay in his raw physical power, which made it easier for Zhao Xuanqi to find an opening in his Techniques!

SWISH!!

The instant he saw the opening, Zhao Xuanqi’s evasive movements abruptly changed. Like a tiger locking onto its prey, his concealed aura vanished, replaced by bared fangs and a ferocious killing intent that erupted in a flash, sending a bone-deep chill through even Kaiser.

Black Tiger’s Return!!

In the instant he dodged, Zhao Xuanqi fiercely twisted his waist and spun around. As if predicting the future, he perfectly exploited a lapse in his opponent’s attack, instantly closing the distance to Kaiser’s torso and striking out with a vicious claw!

Power surged from the soles of his feet, flowing unimpeded through his body to the very tips of his fingers!

He fiercely tensed the five fingers of his right hand, the sudden power generation making even his knuckles pop!

With a single motion—a grab, a tear, a pinch—he struck directly at his opponent’s neck!

Kaiser’s pupils contracted. He never imagined his opponent could launch such a divinely inspired counterattack. His neck was seized by the fierce claw.

Black Tiger Style... Finger Technique?!

What a brilliant display of feigning weakness, of biding his time to strike!

Yansong Mountain and Dong Wenhui’s eyes lit up, and they nearly shot to their feet. So this was the genius with such a refined fighting style that Old Man Weng had been hiding! Would this strike work?

YES!!

Every spectator saw the blow land, and the crowd erupted in a roar of cheers, the entire venue ignited with excitement.

It seemed everyone could now see a sliver of hope.

Director Pete, still in his seat, narrowed his eyes and couldn’t help but sit up straighter.

However, only Zhao Xuanqi’s heart sank.

He could feel that while his five-fingered Tiger Claw had broken the skin, the moment it touched muscle, it was like grasping tough rubber. His Force simply couldn’t penetrate deep enough to cause damage.

His opponent’s muscle tissue was unbelievably tough. Even a vital point strike using his Finger Technique wasn’t truly effective!

ROAR!

Meanwhile, the sharp pain in Kaiser’s neck shot to his brain. The sheer humiliation of being successfully ambushed by a weaker opponent made the veins all over his body feel like they were about to explode. He let out a sudden, bestial roar.

His waist and neck generated power simultaneously, muscles tensing to their absolute limit, and he actually managed to fling Zhao Xuanqi’s body through the air.

His ferocious and terrifying display instantly silenced the cheering crowd!

’A strike to a vital point like the neck... and it was completely ineffective?!’

Director Pete, on the other hand, relaxed his stiff back and leaned into his seat, a smile returning to his face.