The Xingyi—Overloaded Modified Ten-Thousand-Ton King bore down on its target. Wang Ai only had time to surge with every ounce of his Qi to attempt an escape.
However, his resistance appeared so minuscule and laughable before the Overloaded Modified Ten-Thousand-Ton King. The phantom of the colossal truck roared out in tandem with Ian's fist. Merely the shockwave of the punch grazing past Wang Ai made the old man feel as though he were being flattened by an incomprehensible, irresistible force.
The protective aura he had condensed with his entire being dissolved instantly. Under the "graze" of a ten-thousand-ton force, his old, withered body let out a tooth-gritting screeching sound.
His entire skeleton shattered, and his flesh twisted and deformed. Before he could even let out a scream, he was blasted away by this peerless power. He tore through the protective barriers at the edge of the arena and slammed into the solid mountain rock in the distance.
Yet Ian's punch did not stop there. After blowing Wang Ai away, the force of the punch pivoted, surging straight into the sky. The intense wind from the fist tore through the clouds above Dragon-Tiger Mountain, forcibly carving out a massive hole in the heavens.
Blinding sunlight poured down through this gap, bathing the entire Dragon-Tiger Mountain in brilliance.
The dying Wang Ai lay amidst rubble and a pool of blood. The acute pain stimulated his blurred consciousness, surprisingly granting him a final spark of clarity. In his murky old eyes, the tyranny and malice had vanished, replaced now only by extreme terror and boundless regret.
He saw the hole in the sky and simultaneously felt the life force draining from his body. He finally understood exactly what kind of existence he had provoked. This was not some gifted young outcast; this was a monster. A terrifying existence that transcended all known systems.
Remorse welled up in his heart—regret for his greed, regret for his arrogance. He regretted why he ever bothered to provoke this incomprehensible person.
But everything was too late. His lingering consciousness flickered like a candle in the wind. He was about to die. Having been a hegemon for his entire life, he never imagined he would perish for such a reason.
On the other side, the Old Taoist Master of Dragon-Tiger Mountain, Zhang Zhiwei, had transformed into a streak of golden light and rushed toward the arena the moment the Overloaded Modified Ten-Thousand-Ton King erupted.
However, he was still a step too late. All he could do now was support the mangled remains of Wang Ai, who was slumped on the ground like a pile of soft mud. His hand rested on Wang Ai's body, probing for a moment before he silently shook his head.
'No hope. Time to prepare the funeral.'
He made his judgment internally, though on the surface, he maintained a look of gravity and urgency.
"Quick!" he commanded the disciples beside him. "Take Fatty Wang to the nearest hospital! You must do your best to save him!"
Then, he secretly sent a private transmission to that disciple: "Remember to bill the Wang family for the rescue fees. On second thought, just go to the place where we had our physicals this year; the funeral services nearby looked decent."
In the stands, Lu Ci, one of the Ten Masters, witnessed Wang Ai's wretched state. He instinctively started to rise, wanting to rush down and save his friend.
But Lu Jin, who was beside him, reached out and pressed a hand firmly on his shoulder. That hand seemed to contain the weight of a thousand tons. Lu Ci's body stiffened instantly, and he turned to look at Lu Jin.
Lu Jin's gaze held an unprecedented gravity and deep dread. Following Lu Jin's eyes, Lu Ci looked back at the center of the arena.
By now, Ian had slowly withdrawn his fist. There was no longer any violent aura around him, as if everything that had just happened was a mere dream. Even the ground showed no signs of craters or damage, which proved he possessed not only terrifying power but also terrifying control.
A bone-chilling cold instantly rose from Lu Ci's spine to his head. He calmed down immediately, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. He suddenly realized that even if he went up, he would just be throwing his life away.
He was merely one of the Ten Masters—no matter how strong, he was just a slightly more powerful old man. The opponent was a Hundred-Ton King! He couldn't die yet; those troublemakers in his family still needed him to keep things together.
'So, sorry, Brother Wang!'
Seeing this scene, Ian showed a slight look of pity. He had originally planned to give that old fossil Lu Ci a bit of a lesson too. It was no wonder Lu Ci and Wang Ai were best friends; their ways of teaching juniors were equally baffling. One spoiled his grandson into idiocy, while the other tortured his descendants into a breakdown. They were truly a pair of "crouching tigers and hidden dragons."
The spectators in the stands were stunned by this power that defied all logic. The previous Xingyi Quan was shocking enough. Then, the "Hundred-Ton King" that casually sent Wang Bing flying had subverted their understanding of the martial art.
And this final "Overloaded Modified Ten-Thousand-Ton King" had reduced a famous Ten Master to a pile of mush with just a graze. The subsequent attack had actually torn the sky apart; it was beyond their wildest imagination.
This was likely no longer something an "outcast" could achieve. No, wait—perhaps that man on Dragon-Tiger Mountain could do it too.
The referee stood at the edge of the field, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. That punch just now had nearly scared him to death. He decided he would definitely be "sick" and unable to come to the finals tomorrow; he'd let his senior brother take his place. His senior brother had high cultivation and an incredibly stable mind, capable of remaining unfazed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him. He was the perfect fit for this job.
"This match."
"Ian wins!"
On the high platform, aside from Lu Jin and Lu Ci, the other Ten Masters like Guan Shihua and Na Ruhu had clouded expressions. Their eyes were filled with shock and deep dread.
The strength of this young man had undoubtedly surpassed them. No, it had surpassed all outcasts. Now, probably only that unfathomable Old Taoist Master on Dragon-Tiger Mountain could be his opponent.
It seemed the outcast world was about to change; in a few days, a new "Apex" might emerge.
Among the young generation of experts, Wang Ye's expression was more solemn than ever. He silently operated his techniques, trying to check Ian's information within his inner landscape.
But all he perceived was chaos and void. He couldn't capture anything else. He felt bewildered; when he had peeped at the Old Taoist Master before, he could at least see a fireball hanging in the sky like a blazing sun. Now, peering at Ian, he saw nothing at all, as if the opponent didn't even exist.
How could he know that Ian's existence had already exceeded the rules of this world? In the inner landscape, Ian's manifestation enveloped Wang Ye like the universe itself. If a person is inside the universe, how could they possibly see the universe in its entirety?
Feng Shayan watched Ian's figure, her eyes shining with various emotions. It was a feeling of pure worship. Recalling how Ian had enlightened her before, her face couldn't help but turn red.
'He only improved my abilities and no one else's. If I pursue him, do I have a chance?!'
Under the gaze of thousands of complex eyes, Ian acted as if nothing had happened. He lightly brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes and leisurely walked off the smooth, flat competition stage. He left behind a wave of cheers and a field full of outcasts whose understanding of reality had been overturned.
Zhang Zhiwei watched Ian's back disappear into the tunnel, then looked at Wang Ai being hurried away by disciples. Finally, his gaze fell on Zhang Chulan not far away.
"With this level of power, does that child even have a chance?"
"And since Ian is already this strong, he probably wouldn't even care about the Celestial Master inheritance."
In any case, after this Grand Luo Heaven Sacrifice, the outcast world was destined to no longer be ordinary. The future would be changed because of this young man named Ian.