CHAPTER 742: CHAPTER 747: THE FINAL SHOWDOWN (3)

This is the final bout, without the many rules of the previous advancement matches. In order to fight for the ultimate victory, everyone will display their full strengths, applying all their skills. At that time, accidental injuries are inevitable.

Therefore, the rules for the last battle are relatively simple, as long as the opponent’s life is not endangered. So when Du Kang saw the angry expression on Wang Hao’s face, he knew Ling Chen was in trouble.

During the previous bouts, although Wang Hao had used all his strength, he still held back a little, not injuring Ling Chen too severely. But judging from the current situation, Ling Chen is probably not going to have an easy time.

In the midst of his thoughts, Wang Hao took a step forward on the stage and charged towards Ling Chen.

With the Shattered Leaf Step unfolding, Wang Hao’s body, swept by a gust of breeze, instantly closed the distance to Ling Chen. His open palm turned into a fist and slammed hard towards Ling Chen’s chest.

As the fist wind neared, Ling Chen’s face turned red as he bellowed out loud, his breath hot, and he smashed his steel-like fist hard to meet Wang Hao’s fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided heavily, immediately emitting a dull thud. What followed was Ling Chen retreating two or three steps backwards before he stabilized his footing.

Tsk, tsk!

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise. He actually withstood it, truly unbelievable.

The situation just now was still crystal clear in everyone’s mind; Ling Chen was completely no match for Wang Hao and had been driven to a desperate situation. However, after using Du Kang’s unique secret technique, Ling Chen’s strength surprisingly increased so much, truly shocking.

"It’s still not enough."

Below the stage, Yang Tao watched Ling Chen engaging in combat and said, "Even though Ling Chen has drunk all the strong liquor from the gourd, his strength compared to Wang Hao still has a significant gap."

Yang Zhe added, "I actually admire him quite a bit. Despite drinking so much, not only is he fine, but he can also keep up. Big brother, I’m afraid even you can’t compare to this."

Yang Tao nodded, "Correct, if it were me, having drunk so much strong spirits, I would have probably collapsed on the ground by now. Ling Chen’s strength is weaker than mine, but he can persist for so long, it’s really not an easy task. It seems his physical stamina is better than all of ours."

As the two were conversing, the situation on the stage gradually began to change.

Originally at a disadvantage, Ling Chen seized the opportunity to launch a relentless assault, giving Wang Hao no chance to counterattack.

Ling Chen was very clear in his heart that Du Kang’s unique secret technique had a time limit; if he couldn’t finish the fight quickly, once the effects of the liquor wore off, he would be powerless to resist.

Therefore, Ling Chen dared not waste time, his fierce punches erupted violently, one punch followed by another, slamming hard towards Wang Hao.

Combining the Nine Yang Qiankun Step, Ling Chen’s movement technique was very exquisite, and each of his steps managed to restrain Wang Hao, rendering the latter’s Shattered Leaf Step ineffective.

Faced with Ling Chen’s ferocious onslaught, Wang Hao moved left and right, dodging everywhere. Relying on his strong strength and rich experience, Wang Hao managed to evade the attacks at the most critical moment each time.

Suddenly, just as he threw a punch, Ling Chen abruptly stopped his advance and held back his offensive.

Seeing Ling Chen’s actions, Wang Hao was slightly taken aback, temporarily unable to react, not knowing what Ling Chen intended to do. That punch was clearly thrown, but then it was pulled back. What exactly did he want to do?

Just as Wang Hao was puzzled, Ling Chen stepped back several paces, opening up the distance between them.

Seeing this situation, not only Wang Hao but also everyone around was looking at Ling Chen with puzzlement, not knowing what he was up to.

Under everyone’s gaze, Ling Chen turned his head, his eyes sweeping over the crowd one by one, his eyebrows tightly furrowed as if searching for something, his expression carrying a trace of strangeness and doubt.

Seeing that Ling Chen wasn’t focusing on him, Wang Hao’s face suddenly darkened. A proper martial contest, yet this guy unexpectedly retracted his move midway. Worse still, judging by his current demeanor, he seemed completely dismissive of Wang Hao, instead turning his attention to others.

"Ling Chen!" Wang Hao called out with a light shout, his toes lightly tapping the ground.

Since Ling Chen had given up the initiative, it was time for him to seize it back.

In a blur of motion, Wang Hao’s body had already closed the distance to Ling Chen. One could see his palm and fist, high and low, launching an attack from two different angles, aiming straight for Ling Chen’s face and abdomen.

With the wind of the force brushing against his face, Ling Chen quickly redirected his gaze from the crowd to Wang Hao, then step back to avoid Wang Hao’s strikes, seeking to reorganize his own offensive.

However, Wang Hao seemed to have anticipated Ling Chen’s reaction. Leaning his body forward, he closed in a little more, his fist and palm striking together with ferocious force, brutally hammering into Ling Chen’s abdomen and his neck.

Struck hard, Ling Chen immediately flew backward and ’thumped’ onto the floor.

The pain in his abdomen was excruciating, but Ling Chen could still barely tolerate it. It was the pain in his neck that was most severe, making even breathing difficult, almost suffocating him.

Seeing the areas where Wang Hao struck, the onlookers frowned and started murmuring.

"Wasn’t Wang Hao too ruthless, attacking Ling Chen’s vital points like that?"

"Indeed, although the rules of the contest allow for anything that doesn’t endanger life, still targeting someone’s vitals is... Wang Hao is so much stronger than Ling Chen, yet he resorts to such tactics, it’s just... sigh!"

Hearing the discussions below, Wang Hao’s face looked somewhat unsightly.

He chose to target Ling Chen’s neck because he found him annoying and unbeatable in a prolonged fight, so he used this ruthless move to render Ling Chen incapable of continuing the fight. Besides, he had already shown mercy; if he hadn’t pulled his punch, that last move would have been enough to kill Ling Chen.

"Big Brother, what happened to Ling Cheng just now?" Xia Yue turned to look at Qiu Yong and asked with concern.

Qiu Yong shook his head and said, "I’m not quite sure either. If Ling Chen hadn’t suddenly been distracted, Wang Hao’s move would never have succeeded."

"Ling Cheng had been staring at the crowd just now, seemingly searching for someone," Yuan Yun recalled Ling Chen’s demeanor just before and spoke up.

"Looking for someone?" Qiu Yong asked puzzledly, "We’re all here, whom else is he searching for?"

"How would I know that? You’d probably have to ask him yourself to find out."

At this moment, Ling Chen was lying on the floor, rubbing his neck and gasping heavily, his flushed face gradually improving.

When the pain in his neck had subsided somewhat, Ling Chen got up from the ground, looking straight at Wang Hao across from him, then once again cast his gaze towards the crowd below, his eyes filled with confusion.

Just now, when Ling Chen was clashing with Wang Hao, it seemed like he had seen someone. Because his thoughts and attention had been focused on Wang Hao, Ling Chen didn’t get a clear look.

But with just that silhouette, Ling Chen trusted his eyes—he couldn’t possibly be mistaken.

It must be him!