At the sight, everyone was stunned.
There was nothing hidden in Xiao Lang’s clothes, no steel armor as they had guessed—only a body packed with muscle.
His skin was even perfectly smooth!
In other words, Ouyang Cheng’s fingers had been shattered purely by the rebound from Xiao Lang’s body.
This...
Everyone’s heart pounded in shock.
Even Old Monster Feng, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, was now staring in disbelief.
’Impossible!’
He had seen many Body Refining Martial Artists, including quite a few Grand Martial Artists, but not one of them had cultivated their body to Xiao Lang’s level.
"What kind of Body Refining Technique is this?"
Desolate Old Monster asked curiously.
Xiao Lang pointed at Su Mo and said, "Our Young Master taught it to us. There are twelve forms in total. I’ve only managed to learn the first two."
What!
The first two forms were that powerful!
If he mastered all twelve, just how powerful would his body become?
Desolate Old Monster dared not imagine it.
And since Su Mo was the one who taught Xiao Lang all these moves, then Su Mo...
Desolate Old Monster’s expression changed drastically.
Only now did he realize how reckless his earlier behavior in front of Su Mo had been.
Chu Tianxiong and Daoist Xuanqing were speechless.
’Serves you right for not listening to your elders.’
’Now you know you were wrong!’
Xiao Lang looked at Ouyang Cheng. "Hey, big guy, are you still fighting or not?"
Ouyang Cheng’s face was full of bitterness.
’How could I possibly keep fighting?’
His full-power strike couldn’t even break the man’s defense, and it got his fingers shattered. Continuing to fight would be suicide.
"Brother Lang, he doesn’t dare fight you anymore! Why not let me take a turn?"
A young boy from the crowd named Xiao Dong spoke up.
Xiao Dong was only eight years old. He was the youngest and weakest of everyone in the Xiao Family, currently at the Early Stage Warrior Realm.
"You want to fight too?"
Xiao Lang asked.
Xiao Dong nodded. "Brother Lang, you’re too strong. Fighting him would be bullying. I’m weak, so it would be a fair fight."
"Alright, he’s all yours!"
Xiao Lang carried Xiao Dong to the front and reminded him, "Little Dong, be careful. Don’t let him hurt you!"
"Don’t worry, Brother Lang. He can’t hurt me!"
Xiao Dong, full of confidence, said to Ouyang Cheng in a childish voice, "Big guy, come on. Let’s have a fair fight."
’Fair my ass!’
’How could fighting a kid who hasn’t even been weaned be fair?’
Ouyang Cheng was rendered speechless.
The others in the crowd also frowned.
"Am I seeing things? The Xiao Family is actually sending an eight-year-old out to fight? Aren’t they just feeding him to Ouyang Cheng?"
"Has the Xiao Family run out of people?"
"No matter what, you can’t have a kid who’s still on his mother’s milk come out to fight!"
Everyone started voicing their doubts.
Ouyang Cheng said impatiently, "Stop messing around, little brat. Go home and find your mommy for some milk."
"Big guy, how dare you look down on me!"
An angry expression appeared on Xiao Dong’s little face. He said furiously, "If you won’t make the first move, then I will. You should say your last words now. It’ll be too late once I beat you to death."
"Fuck!"
Ouyang Cheng swore outright.
This was so fucking infuriating.
A little kid was telling him to leave his last words and threatening to beat him to death.
Who could tolerate that?
Furious and embarrassed, Ouyang Cheng snarled, "Little brat, don’t say I used my age to bully you. If you get killed, don’t blame me for not warning you beforehand."
BANG!
Ouyang Cheng stomped his right foot violently, unleashing the full power of his Early Stage Martial Artist Realm.
A terrifying pressure instantly exploded across the field.
Fan Jian exclaimed in shock, "Such strong pressure! Could it be that he wasn’t using his full strength when he fought me?"
"It seems so!"
Qian Yi said in a low voice, "That guy was hiding his strength before. Now he’s been provoked by Xiao Dong and plans to kill him with everything he’s got."
"Using his full strength against an eight-year-old child... Ouyang Cheng truly is despicable!"
Huang Yunan said angrily.
However, Xiao Dong just got excited. "Now that’s more like it! Hurry up and use your full strength to kill me. If I die by your hand, I promise I won’t have anyone get revenge on you."
Hearing this, the surrounding crowd started murmuring again.
’A newborn calf really doesn’t fear the tiger.’
Xiao Dong was too young; he couldn’t see the massive gap between him and Ouyang Cheng.
’The Xiao Family is too cruel.’
’They’re not even trying to stop this.’
’Are they really going to just watch as Ouyang Cheng beats Xiao Dong to death?’
"You brought this on yourself! Black Tiger Fist!"
Ouyang Cheng flew into a rage, gathering all the Spiritual Qi in his body into his arm and smashing his fist toward Xiao Dong’s head.
"ROAR..."
A black tiger materialized over his fist, letting out a furious roar.
At the sight, many people quickly shut their eyes.
They couldn’t bear to see an eight-year-old child get brutally killed by Ouyang Cheng.
At that moment, Xiao Dong also made his move.
There wasn’t much to it—just a simple punch, hurtling toward Ouyang Cheng.
BAM!
The two fists collided violently.
Xiao Dong grimaced and cried out, "Ah, your fist is so hard! That really hurt!"
Huh...?
’He didn’t get killed?’
Everyone opened their eyes to see Xiao Dong cradling his right fist, a look of grievance on his face.
"Where’s Ouyang Cheng? Why is he gone?"
"Look, over there!"
The crowd looked up and saw that Ouyang Cheng had been sent flying over a hundred meters away, where he slammed violently into the large mountain behind him.
BOOM!
Following a massive explosive sound, the mountain instantly collapsed into a pile of rubble, burying Ouyang Cheng within.
HISS...
Seeing this, everyone gasped in shock.
Ouyang Cheng was actually defeated.
Everyone’s heart pounded as they all turned to look back at Xiao Dong, their eyes filled with shock.
RUMBLE!
Ouyang Cheng broke through the rocks and walked before the crowd. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat.
BLECH, BLECH, BLECH...
Ouyang Cheng dropped to his knees with a thud, spitting out several mouthfuls of black blood. Pointing at Xiao Dong, he said, "You... I lose."
CLAMOR!
As soon as he said this, the entire crowd erupted in an uproar.
Ouyang Cheng, an Early Stage Martial Artist, had actually been beaten into submission by an eight-year-old who was only an Early Stage Warrior.
This was too absurd!
Fan Jian roared furiously, "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! Ouyang Cheng, are you fucking going easy on him? Did you forget how you beat me just now?"
He had experienced Ouyang Cheng’s strength firsthand. It was incredibly tyrannical, and it had utterly wrecked him.
And yet, the same Ouyang Cheng who had wrecked him was now defeated by an eight-year-old child.
Didn’t that mean that he, Fan Jian, was even weaker than an eight-year-old kid?
Qian Yi couldn’t accept it either. He roared resentfully, "Ouyang Cheng, get the fuck up and keep fighting him! Otherwise, I’ll look down on you!"
Although Huang Yunan didn’t shout like the other two, her mouth was hanging open in shock, wide enough to stuff an egg into.
Ouyang Cheng had been arrogant and domineering, humiliating them in all sorts of ways.
They all despised Ouyang Cheng and had hoped someone would beat him to death.
But now...
They couldn’t accept this result.
Ouyang Cheng knelt on the ground, his face full of bitterness.
He wanted to get up and keep fighting too.
But he was no match for the boy.
He had been completely crushed.