With their level of expertise, the three grandmasters could naturally discern the technique and subtlety contained within that last strike.

But it was precisely because they understood that they could truly appreciate how difficult that move was to execute.

First, one needed a thorough understanding of their opponent and their attack patterns. One had to anticipate their moves while also possessing an exceptional predictive sense of distance and spatial awareness.

Second, it required precise control of one’s Finger Technique. Striking the pressure point on an opponent’s elbow might seem simple, but to do so amidst the chaos of battle magnified the difficulty infinitely.

Then there was the redirection technique, using the opponent’s force against them. It appeared to be simple footwork—a pull, a tug, a guide, a slap—but the understanding of both the opponent’s Force and one’s own required for it was incredibly profound.

Kaiser’s fighting style wasn’t particularly skilled, but his physical conditioning was simply monstrous. Achieving any one of these three things individually wasn’t excessively difficult, but combining them all at once increased the difficulty exponentially.

A masterstroke. This was an absolute masterstroke!

Even the three grandmasters couldn’t help but marvel at it.

ROAR!!

After a brief silence, the venue erupted in an unbelievable uproar.

They could hardly believe their eyes. It had looked like Zhao Xuanqi’s crucial attack had failed, but the very next moment, a shocking reversal occurred.

’What in the world just happened? Kaiser’s arm was dislocated just like that?!’

"You..."

The pain of the dislocated arm finally registered in Kaiser’s mind. He slowly rose to his feet and glanced sideways at his own arm. Everything had happened so fast; even now, he couldn’t comprehend how his opponent had dislocated it so effortlessly.

’Is this... the Demon Technique of the Divine Land?!’

He looked at Zhao Xuanqi. The man’s figure, not particularly tall, stood under the lights, casting a long shadow that seemed to creep into Kaiser’s very heart. A feeling of dread began to well up inside him.

’No!!’

’This is impossible! This is impossible!!’

Kaiser couldn’t accept this reality. With an enraged roar, he lunged forward, his body shooting out like a cannonball. His right fist, carrying terrifying pressure, hurtled toward Zhao Xuanqi once again.

The next moment, Zhao Xuanqi’s figure vanished from his sight again.

The tingling numbness he dreaded so much once again overtook his entire arm. For some unknown reason, his body lost its balance and pitched forward. At the same time, his right arm was violently wrenched backward, followed by another sickening crack of bone that made one’s skin crawl.

THUD!!

Having lost the balance from his arms, his body slammed down hard. His knees crashed onto the stage, making the entire platform reverberate with a heavy boom.

Both his arms were now twisted and bent behind his back. His face held a stunned, bewildered expression.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

A voice reached his ears. At the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his spine as something stepped onto his back.

Everyone present witnessed a shocking sight.

On the stage, illuminated by the ballroom’s ceiling lights, stood Zhao Xuanqi’s diminutive figure. One foot was raised high, pressing down on the back of the tall, powerfully built white man, who was on his knees like a great beast, back arched and arms twisted behind him.

It was an incredibly incongruous, yet intensely striking image.

Beyond reason, beyond comprehension—it was like a miracle.

ROAR!!

At that moment, Kaiser seemed to realize what was happening. The haze of confusion shattered, and intense rage flooded his mind.

He roared, struggling to rise again, and tried to slam his back backward.

But his legs were not yet straight; they were still bent. Before his powerful muscles could fully generate power, another force intervened.

He lost his balance once more, tumbling and falling to his knees again.

THWACK!

He once again felt the pressure of a foot on his back, accompanied by that familiar phrase: "Have you figured it out yet?"

Kaiser’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.

The next moment, he threw his body sideways, collapsing onto the floor. He had given up on attacking Zhao Xuanqi, all to prevent that foot from landing on his back.

However, the tip of a foot shot out, striking Kaiser squarely in the groin from the side.

It was one of the human body’s weakest points, a place muscles simply couldn’t protect.

AHHH!!!

Overwhelmed by intense pain, Kaiser’s body reflexively shot up as he tried to cover himself. But the next moment he realized his mistake, and a nameless dread flooded his heart.

And sure enough, his fears were realized.

The pressure point on his leg was triggered once more. His legs gave out, and his entire body lost its balance again. He tumbled over and landed on his knees once more, and again he felt the foot on his back. That demonic voice mercilessly drilled into his ear: "Have you figured it out yet?"

This time, Kaiser didn’t resist. He remained frozen, a deep bewilderment filling his eyes.

The towering beast had been subdued, in both body and spirit.

"Enough!"

Just then, an enraged roar came from offstage. Everyone turned toward the sound and saw Director Pete, veins bulging on his neck. He had completely lost his previous air of gentlemanly confidence.

Under the crowd’s gaze, he seemed to realize his own loss of composure. He immediately reined in his emotions and said coolly, "This match is over. Kaiser has lost!"

YES!!

The venue was silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause. It was a scene of wild celebration. Many of the socialites, who normally remained stoic and composed, were now on their feet, shouting themselves hoarse without any regard for their image.

This, perhaps, was the true charm of the Martial Dao.

It was not merely a set of techniques for self-strengthening and defeating enemies; it was a banner that rallied the spirit.

Standing at the center of those countless cheers and shouts, Zhao Xuanqi felt a new sensation course through his body and spirit.

The passionate blood hidden within Zhao Qi’s body boiled over. A powerful sense of euphoria spread from every part of him. Amidst this intense heat, his own spirit seemed to grow more attuned to this unfamiliar body.

The body now seemed more responsive to his spirit’s commands than ever before.

His control over his body had inexplicably increased.

"Zhao Qi, to practice Martial Arts and master the fist, to lead the world, to bring order to the land with your strength, to revitalize your family and country... was this your original ambition?"

Zhao Xuanqi murmured to himself. In that moment, he understood many things.

A young man of mediocre talent who had literally practiced martial arts to death. Perhaps his talent and strength were nothing special, but his persistence and willpower must have surpassed those of countless other Martial Artists.

Even after death, that will remained etched into the body’s instincts, influencing Zhao Xuanqi’s own actions.

It was a pity he was born in the wrong era.