Chapter 108: I Only Use One Punch

To the ordinary citizens of HZ City, the Zhuiyue Pavilion is merely an upscale teahouse where the wealthy gather to discuss business and socialize. In reality, however, the Zhuiyue Pavilion is more akin to a multi-functional leisure and entertainment complex.

It boasts a comprehensive array of facilities, including small movie screening rooms, private karaoke lounges, an indoor swimming pool, a boxing ring, a combat sports studio, and various practice rooms. It is precisely this diverse range of amenities that keeps the city's affluent elites flocking to its doors.

At the far end of the third floor lies a gym featuring a five-meter-square fighting ring. Guests can use it for friendly sparring; furthermore, those with personal grievances can settle them there in a formal bout. Regardless of who wins or loses, once the fight is over, all grudges are set aside, and everyone remains friends. Only a leading corporate giant like the Jinrong Investment Group possesses the immense resources and influence required to maintain such a facility; anyone else would struggle to sustain it, as it faces significant scrutiny from both the underworld and the authorities.

Without further ado, there were only six people in the gym tonight: two combatants and four spectators. Zhang Yifei and Li Xin were warming up—the former with a sneer of utter disdain, the latter with a calm, composed, and unpretentious gaze. Outside the ring, the four onlookers spoke in hushed tones.

"Young Master Jin, this kid has quite a presence," Sun Yang said softly. Although he didn’t believe Li Xin could win, he recognized that this level of composure could not be faked.

"Sun Yang, whose side are you on? We’re here to support Yifei," She Shiyu remarked, her brow furrowing in irritation. "Yifei is a sixth-degree black belt master. Even Duanmu from the Martial Arts Academy was defeated by him."

"Duanmu once took second place in the 55kg category of the KFC tournament. Yifei's strength is not to be underestimated," Jin Hua said with a faint smile, clearly appreciative of Zhang Yifei’s prowess.

"However," he continued, cutting off She Shiyu, who was about to cheer. "Look at Li Xin. Despite his ordinary attire, he has shown no fear or subservience toward us. Even if he isn't a match for Yifei, I admire his self-confidence and sheer nerve."

The three companions were visibly taken aback. Who was Jin Hua? He was the son of the wealthiest man in HZ; he rarely bestowed such praise more than five times in his life.

At that moment, the two men on the ring were ready. After a brief exchange of words, the match began.

"Li Xin, try my 360-degree roundhouse kick!" Zhang Yifei bellowed. He lunged forward with a few swift strides, his left leg driving hard as he launched his body into the air. After a graceful 360-degree rotation, his right leg straightened out, delivering a powerful, heavy-hitting kick.

"Beautiful!"
"Impressive!"

She Shiyu and Sun Yang cheered excitedly. Zhang Yifei was not limited to Taekwondo; he had integrated techniques from various martial arts schools, making his style far more formidable.

"Very strong," Li Xin assessed internally. This was the first true master he had encountered since acquiring the "King of Games" system. His speed, power, and technique were far superior to the likes of Zhang Biao from Wujiang City. Perhaps the adventurer 'Yilong' he challenged in the game was stronger, but that was a game; real-life combat was a different matter entirely and could not be used as a benchmark.

With a slight slide of his feet, Li Xin dodged the blow with clean, effortless precision.

Zhang Yifei’s heart sank. At such close range, it was nearly impossible for anyone to evade that kick. Not only was this guy’s reaction time sharp, but his speed was astonishing. That sliding step looked simple, yet it possessed the nuance of a sophisticated movement technique.

"You’ve got some skills, after all!" Zhang Yifei sneered. Quickly regaining his footing, he threw both fists out simultaneously—a technique from the Lingnan Su family’s Double-Leaf Fist. His knuckles were prominent, striking like eight sharp, piercing spikes. The Su family style emphasized striking with force and sudden surprise; these knuckles were Zhang Yifei’s trump card. Based on his past experience, if Li Xin dared to block with his hands, his palms would surely be shattered, causing excruciating pain.

"Yifei is truly amazing. He picks up techniques from all sorts of schools and weaves them into his Taekwondo, making them even deadlier," She Shiyu commented excitedly; Zhang Yifei was her closest male friend.

"Hmph, what’s so great about that? Master Li Xin hasn't even counter-attacked yet," Duan Ruolong grumbled, choosing to back the underdog for his own interests.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Yifei closed the distance, his fists surging with force as if they had locked onto their target. Just as everyone expected a brutal collision, Li Xin slid his feet again, dodging in a bizarrely fluid motion. He simply raised his elbow to deflect Zhang Yifei’s follow-up right punch.

A stinging pain shot through his arm, and Li Xin couldn't help but frown.

"Dodge, dodge, dodge! Is that all you can do, you bastard?" Zhang Yifei erupted in fury. As a martial artist, he craved an intense, hot-blooded contest.

"Is it against the rules?" Li Xin retorted.

Zhang Yifei was stunned, left speechless and unable to argue. He then unleashed a new, even more powerful wave of attacks.

Soon, they had traded nearly ten rounds. Zhang Yifei was drenched in sweat, while Li Xin remained composed, merely defending and dodging.

"Damn it!" Zhang Yifei gasped, struggling to contain his frustration. "Are you even a man? If you are, let’s trade blows properly! What’s the point of this constant scurrying?"

"Uh..." Li Xin shook his head with a wry smile.

"Don't laugh at me! If you're afraid of losing, just say so."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Li Xin said suddenly, shocking all five onlookers.

"Stop acting so arrogant! I don't think you know any martial arts at all! Other than speed, what else do you have?" She Shiyu sneered, her words bordering on verbal abuse.

"Look at you, fat as a pig with no muscle, yet you dare to spout such nonsense," Sun Yang added with a scoff.

Jin Hua remained silent, lost in thought: How could a fat man possess such agile footwork?

At that moment, Li Xin stopped talking. He smiled at Zhang Yifei, then slid his right foot forward in a sudden, decisive stride.

One punch!

Zhang Yifei, fully prepared and brimming with confidence, moved to block while launching a kick of his own.

*Bang!*

Before the stunned eyes of the four spectators, Zhang Yifei was sent flying backward like a cannonball. Had it not been for the ring ropes, he would have been knocked out of the ring entirely.

Sun Yang and She Shiyu stared at each other in disbelief. Just as they were about to scream insults, Zhang Yifei let out a miserable shriek.

"Damn it! I think my hand is broken!"

What? The group gasped in horror. They rushed over to find three fingers on Zhang Yifei’s left hand dangling at an unnatural angle. Cold sweat broke out across their skin—a chilling sight.

To send a man of Zhang Yifei’s size flying with a single punch and even shatter his fingers—what kind of monstrous strength was this?

Swallowing hard, Sun Yang jumped up and roared, "Damn you! You dare to use such vicious force? You're looking for death!"

"Looking for death?" Li Xin sneered. "Mr. Zhang’s every move was aimed at my vital points. Surely you all saw that? If I hadn't dodged quickly, I might be the one lying on the floor."

Sun Yang was left speechless; it was true.

Jin Hua suddenly began to clap, smiling as he said, "Li Xin, you have remarkable skills. I am impressed."

He then made a phone call, summoning a doctor to set Zhang Yifei’s broken bones.