The yak took large strides towards Ouyang Feiting, and with each step, the arena echoed with a "boom boom" sound, accompanied by a tremble.
From a distance, the yak resembled a black mountain pressing down on Ouyang Feiting.
Yet Ouyang Feiting stood there, her body frail, like a small blade of grass beneath a mountain, destined to break and die if the mountain fell.
Initially, there was still some hope among the crowd, hoping that after Wang Yan's guidance, Ouyang could at least spar with the yak for a few moves, thinking that even holding out for three to four moves would prove Wang Yan's prowess.
Who knew, upon seeing the yak charge forward, not only did Ouyang Feiting make no move to dodge or counter, but she screamed in fear, covering her mouth with both hands.
Seeing this, everyone was greatly disappointed, while Lin Hai suddenly felt at ease.
He had feared Wang Yan might employ some trickery or evil technique that allowed Ouyang Feiting to defeat the yak.
But seeing Ouyang Feiting appear completely panic-stricken, Lin Hai heaved a sigh of relief, internally mocking himself: Even if a Daluo Golden Immortal came, Ouyang Feiting couldn't be saved, let alone by Wang Yan, who I overestimated.
With this thought, Lin Hai completely relaxed, leaning back leisurely in his chair, watching the arena, anticipating Ouyang Feiting's defeat and the pain, anger, or perhaps regret on Wang Yan's face afterwards.
At this thought, Lin Hai felt wickedly pleased.
At this moment, the yak reached Ouyang Feiting, its speed unceasing, its right fist swinging up, the massive fist carrying a "whoosh" of wind as it smashed towards Ouyang Feiting.
Yet Ouyang Feiting remained petrified, standing still as if scared stiff.
Seeing the huge fist about to land on Ouyang Feiting's delicate face, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, unable to watch any longer.
But, just as they closed their eyes, they couldn't help but worry about missing the scene, and so they opened their eyes quickly.
In that split second between closing and opening their eyes, they found Ouyang Feiting, who had been standing before the yak, had vanished.
Startled, they hurriedly looked at the arena, only to discover that Ouyang Feiting was still there, having crouched down from a standing position, appearing to have vanished.
Seeing Ouyang Feiting crouch down in fear, everyone shook their heads; knowing they couldn't best the yak, it would've been better not to step onto the stage and avoid such disgrace.
Yet at this moment, everyone suddenly realized Ouyang Feiting hadn't merely crouched down — she began to move.
As Ouyang Feiting crouched, she extended her right leg horizontally, blocking the yak's path.
Simultaneously, her right hand reached out to grab the yak's shirt at the belly.
Ouyang Feiting was grabbing at the exact spot Wang Yan had patted earlier from below the stage.
Seeing this, everyone suddenly felt a slight sense of expectation, something was bound to happen, but what exactly they couldn't imagine. Or rather, they dared not imagine Ouyang Feiting might defeat the yak.
But witnessing this scene, Lin Hai's face immediately changed. Just moments ago lazily slumped in his chair, he suddenly stood up.
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Even the yak, like everyone else, noticed Ouyang Feiting's disappearance. However, despite its robust physique, its reactions were still half a beat slow compared to normal people.
This very half-beat caused the yak to continue charging forward, even after realizing Ouyang Feiting had vanished.
As the yak took this forward step.
The step stumbled over Ouyang Feiting's outstretched right leg, causing the yak's burly frame to stagger and fall uncontrollably forward.
Seeing Ouyang Feiting's unexpected ability to trip the yak, the entire audience erupted into cries of surprise.
No one had anticipated that the slender Ouyang Feiting could immediately cause the yak to suffer a setback.
Then, everyone thought, even if the yak fell, as soon as it got back up, it would surely be enraged, and a stronger fury and attack would await Ouyang Feiting.
However, at this moment, Ouyang Feiting's hand had already grasped the yak's shirt.
With the yak falling, Ouyang Feiting, following its forward momentum, pulled forward.
The yak already moved quickly, but with Ouyang Feiting's pull, the momentum increased; the yak rolled forward like a black ball.
Even though Ouyang Feiting's strength wasn't great, the move borrowed the yak's forward charge's momentum.
On the surface, it looked as though Ouyang Feiting single-handedly flung the yak's hefty body away.
By this point, the yak had completely lost its balance and, wanting to stop was futile due to its rapid speed.
It rolled several times, quickly breaking through the arena's barrier, falling off the stage.
Even after falling off, its speed didn't diminish, and it kept rolling a few meters further until finally stopping, sprawling on the ground.
In front of the yak were Wang Yan's feet.
Wang Yan smiled lightly and said, "No need to be polite, rise."
Seeing this, Lin Hai standing on the podium was dumbfounded, his legs weakened as he fell back into his chair, mouth agape, unable to speak.
Watching Ouyang Feiting knock the yak off the stage with a single move, the audience, stunned for a moment, erupted in loud cheers.
After all, the duel between the yak and Ouyang Feiting was unjust, and initially, everyone thought Ouyang Feiting was lucky if she wasn't injured. Who would have thought she'd not only win but win so convincingly?
Ouyang Feiting looked at the yak she had knocked off the stage, and after being stunned for a moment, leapt up excitedly, running to Wang Yan below the stage and shouting, "Brother Wang Yan, you're amazing. You said its stance wasn't stable, and it really wasn't!"
Hearing Ouyang Feiting's words, everyone suddenly understood.
No wonder Ouyang Feiting could defeat the yak; it was under Wang Yan's guidance. Recalling Wang Yan patting Ouyang Feiting's abdomen earlier revealed Wang Yan had predicted the tactic to beat the yak.
Thus, it was entirely Wang Yan's credit that Ouyang Feiting overcame the yak.
This Wang Yan truly was formidable.
Instantly, everyone looked toward Wang Yan, their eyes filled with wonder, admiration, and even awe.
Such admiration, that should've belonged to Lin Hai, was now overwhelming directed at Wang Yan.
By this time, nearly everyone expected Lin Hai to challenge Wang Yan for revenge.
Yet, standing on the podium and under a thousand scrutinizing eyes, Lin Hai, though gritting his teeth, dared not meet Wang Yan's eyes.
Only Lin Hai knew he was definitely no match for Wang Yan.
At this moment, footsteps sounded from outside the martial arts hall, and a dozen people entered.
The five leading figures, four men and one woman, wore Japanese kimonos, clogs on their feet, and their hair was slicked smooth.
Beside these five, numerous men in suits fawned over them as they walked in.
The foremost escort was a sleazy-looking middle-aged man in his forties.
Seeing this man, Lin Hai and the others respectfully called out, "Principal Lang."
This man was Principal Lang.
Yet Principal Lang ignored Lin Hai and the others, his gaze fixating on the Japanese, smiling as he spoke, "Mr. Toyota Shouzou, behold, this is our martial arts hall, teaching martial arts from the Celestial Dynasty."
Addressed as Mr. Toyota Shouzou, the man coldly surveyed everyone, remarking dismissively, "Celestial Dynasty martial arts, nothing but trash!"
Hearing this, everyone inside instantly erupted in anger, even Lin Hai was infuriated.
However, Toyota Shouzou observed the enraged crowd, his disdainful expression only deepening as he raised his middle finger, sneering, "You're all trash!"