Chapter 76 Fang Tai's Victory

He charged at Fang Tai with astonishing speed. His fist whistled through the air as it slammed into Fang Tai's face.

However, Fang Tai remained completely calm. He moved nimbly, dodging his opponent's attack, and simultaneously delivered a side kick that accurately struck his opponent in the waist.

The tall man was surprised by Fang Tai's quick and accurate reaction. He bent over in pain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Fang Tai seized the opportunity, quickly stepped forward, and punched the man in the chin. The punch was so powerful that it sent the tall man staggering back several steps, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

As the battle situation changed, the tall man suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, and pulled out a huge machete from behind his back.

The machete gleamed coldly in the sunlight, appearing exceptionally fierce. He gripped the hilt tightly, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and power into this single strike.

Upon seeing this, Fang Tai's expression changed slightly, but he did not back down. He quickly took a few steps back, widening the distance between himself and his opponent, and at the same time took out a pair of iron fist gloves from his backpack and quickly put them on.

The iron gauntlets gleamed coldly in the sunlight, a stark contrast to the opponent's large machete.

Fang Tai stared intently at his opponent, his body tense, ready to fight.

With a loud shout, the man swung his large machete and slashed fiercely at Fang Tai.

The blade's momentum was incredibly fierce, as if it wanted to cleave through any obstacle in its path. However, Fang Tai did not dodge, but instead charged forward to meet the blade's momentum head-on.

He gripped the iron gauntlets tightly, his arm muscles taut, as if he were gathering all the strength in his body into his fists.

Under the tense gaze of the crowd, Fang Tai's iron fist collided violently with the man's machete, producing a deafening metallic clang.

Sparks flew, air surged, and the entire arena seemed to tremble at that moment.

With his amazing strength and skill, Fang Tai successfully withstood the opponent's fierce attack and forced him back several steps.

Fang Tai fought with increasing ferocity, each of his punches brimming with power and skill.

He skillfully dodged his opponent's attacks while launching precise counterattacks with his iron fist gloves.

The audience held their breath, watching Fang Tai leap and bound on the ring, each move thrilling and exhilarating.

He seemed to transform into a fierce tiger, galloping freely on the ring and displaying amazing fighting talent.

The tall man gradually became overwhelmed; although his machete was fierce, it became increasingly ineffective against Fang Tai's agile movements and precise strikes.

Finally, in a fierce exchange, Fang Tai seized an opening in his opponent's defense and delivered a powerful punch directly to his opponent's chest.

The tall man was instantly sent flying by the punch, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring. He struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his chest rendered him immobile.

Fang Tai stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently, sweat rolling down his forehead. His eyes were firm and fervent, as if burning with an indomitable flame.

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, applauding Fang Tai's heroic performance. Luo Qing also stood up excitedly, her eyes shining with pride.

Fang Tai gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath, rushing towards the tall man who had fallen to the ground. He gripped his iron fist gloves tightly, ready to deliver the final blow.

His imposing presence was overwhelming; each step he took seemed to leave a crater in the ground. His eyes were fixed on the tall man who had fallen to the ground, his gaze revealing determination and unyielding spirit.

He gripped his iron fist gauntlet tightly, the muscles on his arms as hard as cast iron, exuding power. He took a deep breath and charged at his opponent, the iron fist gauntlet drawing a sharp trajectory in the air.

The man barely managed to lift his head, a look of terror in his eyes.

He tried to struggle to his feet, but he was too weak. Fang Tai's iron fist slammed into his chest with tremendous force, making a dull thud.

This punch seemed to shake the entire ring. The audience gasped in disbelief, covering their mouths in shock.

The tall man was struck as if by a giant hammer, and was instantly sent flying off the stage, crashing heavily to the ground.

His body slid across the ground for a distance before finally coming to a stop by crashing into a thick wooden pillar. Dust billowed up around him, obscuring his figure.

The audience was stunned and fell silent. On the stage, Fang Tai's figure was faintly visible in the dust, appearing exceptionally tall and majestic.

The air was filled with the smell of dust and a faint stench of blood.

Outside the arena, the tall man lay motionless on the ground, clearly unconscious. His chest heaved violently, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, making him appear exceptionally pitiful.

[Beep—The winner of Arena #9 is—Fang Tai from the First Squad of Flower Fruit Mountain!]

Luo Qing and her teammates cheered excitedly, surrounding the edge of the ring, waving their fists, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.

In stark contrast, the opposing team wore solemn expressions, their eyes filled with disappointment and resentment.

The team members stood silently to the side, watching their fallen comrade, their hearts filled with helplessness and regret.

On the ring, Fang Tai slowly retracted his iron gauntlets, his eyes revealing a firmness and confidence. He turned to look at Luo Qing and his teammates, a faint smile playing on his lips.

At that moment, they seemed to become the focus of the entire arena, with all eyes on them.

The joy of victory filled the air, making even the sunlight seem brighter.

The ten-minute break passed quickly, and the atmosphere on the field tensed up again. Both teams huddled in their respective corners, whispering and discussing their strategies for the upcoming 3v3 match.

Mu Qimeng closed his eyes tightly, his hands clasped together, as if communicating with some mysterious force. His brows revealed a deep and solemn expression, as if he were exploring unknown mysteries.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, a look of surprise and worry flashing across them.

"Oh no, the next opponent is..." Mu Qimeng's voice was low and urgent, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed an indescribable solemnity.

All eyes immediately focused on Mu Qimeng, awaiting his next words. Luo Qing also tensed up; she knew Mu Qimeng's observational skills were extremely sharp, and there must be a reason why he said that.

Mu Qimeng took a deep breath and slowly said, "That person's aura... is very strange. I feel a powerful sense of pressure, as if he is hiding some amazing strength."

As he spoke, he pointed to a figure in the opposing team in the distance. It was a tall, stern-faced man who stood there quietly with his eyes slightly closed, as if he were cultivating.