Zhang Liunian slammed his fist into the protective shield as if he had hit an iron plate. The bones in one of his hands shattered, and blood gushed out.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"My hand!!!"

Zhang Liunian's expression was ferocious, and he screamed repeatedly.

"Looks like your Xingyi Quan is a bit of a knock-off. When it hits me, I think it's just small fists punching my chest."

As Niu Dachun spoke, he kicked out, sending Zhang Liunian flying.

Zhang Liunian flew directly into the high audience seats, smashing several chairs before crashing heavily to the ground, vomiting blood and becoming a cripple.

"Fancy and frivolous!" Niu Dachun shrugged, dismissing it with disdain.

shock!!!

Petrification!!!

Completely dumbfounded!!!

Everyone in the venue was shocked, feeling a chill run down their spines as they stared blankly at Niu Dachun on the stage.

"Is there a monster inside this guy?"

"The Third Young Master of the Zhang family is just ruined like that?"

"Luckily, it wasn't me fighting him."

Jiang Gubei was stunned. The Zhang family! That was the Zhang family! One of the three major martial arts families in Yunxi, the Zhang family, the savior he had begged for by selling himself into servitude.

Jiang Gubei was so angry at how easily he was defeated by Niu Dachun that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Da Chun! I love you so much!"

"Da Chun! That's awesome!"

Su Beixue was so excited she felt like she could fly. She realized that all her worries about Niu Dachun were unnecessary; all she had to do was trust him unconditionally.

Upon hearing Su Beixue's words, Niu Dachun waved towards where Su Beixue was sitting.

However, before Niu Dachun could even see Su Beixue cheering for him in the audience,

Niu Dachun's gaze fell on the woman he had been searching for for a long time.

Previously, Niu Dachun's entire attention was focused on the fight in the ring, and he hadn't looked at the audience. But when he saw Wan Yanru in the audience, the volcano of anger in Niu Dachun's heart completely erupted.

Four years!!!

Four whole years!!!

Day after day, year after year, Niu Dachun never once thought about revenge.

Niu Dachun never forgot that life that was worse than death; this was the moment he had been waiting for.

Niu Dachun's anger surged, veins bulged, and he clenched his fists.

If there were cultivators in the venue, they would be able to see the faint spiritual energy emanating from around Niu Dachun.

However, although there were no cultivators in the venue, the audience sitting in the stands could still strongly feel a spiritual pressure coming from the arena, a pressure that seemed to tear the entire venue apart.

Niu Dachun stepped onto a step, pushed off, and leaped directly in front of Wan Yanru.

His eyes flashed with a cold light as he stared intently at Wan Yanru.

"Wan Yanru, it's been four years."

"Long time no see!!!"

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