Shi Hao watched as the Iron King charged toward him. This was not a martial technique, but the Iron King fully utilized his own advantages, exerting his power to the fullest and even beyond.
However, precisely because it was not a martial technique, there were even more flaws.
Shi Hao had identified at least forty-three flaws that would allow him to easily defeat his opponent, but he chose to ignore them.
Competing in strength?
As the Iron King rushed towards him, Shi Hao swung his fist, confronting him head-on.
Martial Technique, Tiger Wind Fist.
The punch landed on Zhong Kangyuan's right arm—he had charged at Shi Hao with a diagonal body, using his shoulder as the point of impact.
"Now, that pretty boy's entire arm is going to be useless."
"Hmph, serves him right for being so arrogant!"
"Iron King is mighty!"
The crowd all cheered for Zhong Kangyuan, knowing full well how terrifying the Iron King's charge was.
However, a figure suddenly flew up, tracing an arc in the sky and then, thump, crashed heavily onto the ground.
Instantly, the entire venue fell silent.
Because the person thrown was the Iron King.
He had not even taken a half step back.
Heavens, what kind of overwhelming strength was this?
The people in the martial arts hall were left speechless, feeling incredibly oppressed.
This was the Hailing Martial Arts Hall, where they were used to bullying others, and now someone had barged in, doing as they pleased.
"Hehe, young man, you're quite ruthless!" a robust voice rang out as another person walked out from the back courtyard.
The crowd cried out, and the nervous atmosphere immediately calmed down.
Wu Shibai, a high-grade martial disciple, was a man possessing the strength of ten thousand catties. In Mengyang City, only a few elites from major families could surpass him, and that number did not exceed ten.
Shi Hao gave a slight smile. "Ruthless? Hehe, it seems like you guys were the first to provoke me. Am I not allowed to fight back?"
Wu Shibai revealed a chilling smile, "You can fight back, but you don't know what it will cost you!"
"I know," Shi Hao smiled, "just a punch."
Wu Shibai scoffed, "You think you can defeat me with one punch?"
"If one punch isn't enough, then two," Shi Hao said casually, "but I think one punch should be enough."
"You're really overly confident!" Wu Shibai shook his head.
"Hahaha!" The people in the martial arts hall also burst into laughter.
A punch to defeat their master?
Did he think he was a martial master?
Shi Hao took a step forward, walking toward Wu Shibai.
Seeing this scene, everyone felt incredulous.
A mere youth, daring to provoke their master so brazenly!
However, Shi Hao appeared calm, not the least bit triumphant; it was as if he was doing something trivial, yet it sent shivers down everyone's spine.
Such composure was terrifying!
Wu Shibai also revealed a solemn expression, feeling a strong sense of oppression.
This youth was too extraordinary.
He shouted loudly, stepped forward, and slammed his foot down, causing the sand where he stepped to ripple like water waves, radiating outward in all directions.
Martial Technique, Bone Shatter Leg!
This was a star-level intermediate martial technique, not only fully exerting his power but even increasing it by ten percent.
With one kick, he could send Zhong Kangyuan flying.
Bang, bang, bang, he accelerated, charging toward Shi Hao, and just when close, he unleashed his foot, kicking swiftly at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao punched, meeting the kick head-on.
Bang, the punch and kick collided, creating ripples in the air that radiated outward.
The crowd at the martial arts hall watched, all wanting to clutch their heads in shock.
My God, ghosts must exist.
This was their boss, one of the top fighters in Mengyang City, yet he was blocked by a teenager.
Incredible, absolutely incredible.
However, this was just the beginning.
Shi Hao smiled and launched his Tiger Wind Fist, every move fiercely effective.
Although it was a low-grade star-level Martial Technique, it was enough to unleash his strength of thirteen thousand pounds fully, not at all inferior to Wu Shibai using Bone Shatter Leg, even surpassing him slightly.
The incessant clashing of fists and kicks echoed continuously, mesmerizing everyone who watched.
This youth was no weaker than their boss!
After fighting a while, Shi Hao had also become completely familiar with his own strength, and he confirmed his meridian injuries were fully healed.
With no more concerns, he executed Flying Cloud Fist.
A high-grade moon-level Martial Technique, boosting the strength by eighty percent!
Shi Hao could throw a punch with twenty-three thousand pounds of force!
As the punch swung out, Wu Shibai's expression changed drastically, but it was too late to dodge or change his move, and upon the impact of their fists and legs, he was inevitably blown away, feeling his bones numbing as if they were shattered.
He tried to stand up, only to find his right leg seemed alien to him and completely immobile.
Meanwhile, Shi Hao was already approaching step by step, his seemingly frail body radiating a terrifying aura, making Wu Shibai involuntarily hold his breath, his face deathly pale.
In everyone's eyes, this was no longer a youth, but a devil!
Wu Shibai's courage shattered, feeling his entire body enveloped in a cold dread.
"Do, do not kill me!" he stammered.
Though he was a high-grade martial disciple and one of the top fighters in Mengyang City, he was no hero.
Like everyone, he feared death, and holding significant power in his hands, he was even less inclined to die, having not enjoyed life to the fullest yet.
This scene filled the martial hall's crowd with deep shame.
That was their boss, yet he was begging his enemy for mercy.
Wu Shibai turned over and knelt, his head knocking on the ground: "Wu Shibai is willing to serve you as master!"
Crazy, absolutely crazy!
The crowd was excited, but why? Just because one cannot fight does not mean one should sell oneself—this is Mengyang City, there are laws here!
But Wu Shibai had his own considerations.
Being easily defeated by Shi Hao showed that the latter must be a martial master.
A martial master so young—what did that imply?
In the future, he could at least become a senior Martial Sect, or even... the legendary Martial Venerable!
Martial Venerable, a pillar of a nation!
If he could cling to such power, why would he continue leading an underground gang in Mengyang City?
Shi Hao looked at him, life experiences of Yuan Chengmie flashing through his mind, and he immediately realized.
Then he might as well accept this subordinate.
He thought to himself that there were some things he couldn't handle personally, and if everything required his direct involvement, he would be too busy.
His focus was martial arts!
"Very well," Shi Hao nodded.
Wu Shibai, overjoyed, quickly got up and respectfully said, "Master, what is your honorable surname?"
Being accepted as a servant yet so elated—where else in the world could this be seen?
The hearts of the crowd twitched with profound shame. They were the Hailing Martial Hall, the strongest underground force!
"Shi Hao," Shi Hao glanced at Wu Shibai, speaking indifferently.
With that glance, Wu Shibai felt all his little schemes exposed, his awe deepening.
He quickly bowed and said, "Young Master Shi!"
Then he straightened up, looked at the crowd, and shouted, "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and greet Young Master Shi!"
"Greetings, Young Master Shi!" The crowd's response was uneven.
"Louder!" commanded Wu Shibai.
"Greetings, Young Master Shi!" The crowd repeated, much louder this time.
Well, even their boss had knelt; what more could they do? Besides, Shi Hao was indeed strong. Recognizing such a person as their boss's boss was not demeaning at all.