Top-Tier Superpower Student

"It's been a while since I've had a fight," said Ouyang Qingtian's eldest, "just take him out directly." The Bull twisted his neck, his face fierce as he stared at Black Cyclone.

"Heh...is that so? Young Master Wang said the same to me." Hearing the Bull's threat, Black Cyclone revealed a cold smirk.

"Hmph, just you?" The Bull snorted coldly through his nostrils, already making his move, his arm smashing down like a hammer on stone, aiming fiercely at Black Cyclone. The punch hadn't reached yet, but the sound of it cut through the air, a 'whoosh' that was not to be underestimated.

Seeing this, Black Cyclone hadn't expected the Bull to be so shameless as to attack while speaking, and could only cross his arms over his chest in a hasty defense against the punch.

"Boom..." The Bull's fists slammed into Black Cyclone's arms with a thunderous noise. Both men were solid in their actions, but Black Cyclone had mistaken; the Bull didn't retreat after that punch but continued his assault.

"Boom boom boom..."

His fists rained down on his arms like a torrent, with a continuous muffled sound, treating Black Cyclone as nothing more than a punching bag.

"Roar... Keep it up, keep it up."

"Hit him, hit, hit hard..."

"That's it, don't give him a chance to strike back."

"..."

As Black Cyclone was completely overwhelmed, the spectator seats erupted in cheers; everyone stood up, shouting hoarsely as if they themselves were the protagonists of this fight.

"Damn it, how could this happen?" Wang Yuan cursed as he watched Black Cyclone being dominated from the monitor in the box. "Being pressured from the start, it looks like this game is in jeopardy."

"What are you worried about? Black Cyclone was just careless at the start." Lin Tian watched but didn't show the urgency Wang Yuan did; he calmly sat on the sofa and said, "Look closely, although Black Cyclone is being pressured, he hasn't been seriously injured and can still continue. On the other hand, that man named Bull, even though he currently appears fierce, is exhausting a tremendous amount of energy. Unless he can defeat Black Cyclone before his stamina is fully spent, the outcome is still uncertain."

"Is that so?" Wang Yuan looked surprised at these words, then seriously watched the screen again. Indeed, as Lin Tian had said, Black Cyclone, although being pressured, hadn't sustained any injuries but looked merely disheveled.

"Haha… It really is so, big brother you are really amazing to have noticed this." Knowing they weren't at a disadvantage anymore, Wang Yuan burst out laughing. "It looks like we are still going to win."

"..." Lin Tian.

On the other side, in the box, Ouyang Qingtian watched the Bull's ferocity with delight and said to Li Yuan, "Brother Li, it seems we've certainly won this round."

"It's not that simple." Li Yuan shook his head after hearing this. "Although the Bull's attacks are fierce, they haven't inflicted any real damage on Black Cyclone. Instead, he's used up a lot of his energy. At this rate, he might lose."

"Ah…" Ouyang Qingtian exclaimed in surprise. "That can't be."

"Hmm, it's not entirely hopeless," Li Yuan mused for a moment and added. "I know a bit about Black Cyclone; he's extremely hot-tempered and definitely won't be pleased being pressured continuously, especially with so much noise from the spectators around, he will likely lose his patience and counterattack, making the outcome a fifty-fifty chance."

"Roar..."

True to Li Yuan's words, just as he finished speaking, Black Cyclone couldn't hold back any longer and roared, pushing the Bull away, but at the cost of taking a punch to the chest.

"Fuck, die already," Black Cyclone cursed, fury boiling over from the many punches he'd endured; his eyes bulged with rage as he charged at the barbarian bull like a fierce tiger.

His primary target was his head.

"Hmph, it's not certain who will die," the barbarian bull, pushed away and also frustrated, knew this was to his advantage, but that didn't mean he liked it. He charged again in the same manner.

The two men faced each other's attacks without dodging, trading blow for blow; it was a brutal display of punches landing squarely on flesh.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The sounds of their fists colliding with each other's bodies echoed continuously in the ring, instantly firing up the spectators. They watched with explosive enthusiasm, losing themselves in excitement—some women, overwhelmed, even waved their underwear in the air; some men started engaging in piston-like motions with their partners amidst the crowd.

"Go barbarian bull, kill him!"

"Hit his head, kick his balls!"

"Throw punches, faster, faster..."

"..."

"Boom, boom..."

Each landed a punch on the other's face, then both stepped back. By now, they were barely recognizable; Black Cyclone's eyes were swollen shut, filled with blood and reduced to slits, while barbarian bull's jaw and nose bridge were shattered, blood flowing incessantly.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been the time to rest and tend to their injuries. However, caught in a fierce rage, they ignored it all; their only thought was to finish the other off.

"Big bro, looking at their condition, who do you think will win?" Wang Yuan asked Lin Tian, frowning as he observed the evenly matched fighters.

"Black Cyclone probably has a better chance," Lin Tian concluded, looking at the screen. "Barbarian bull spent too much energy earlier; his stamina clearly can't keep up. But even if Black Cyclone wins, he won't be able to continue defending the ring."

"Then what about the upcoming fights? Aren't we doomed?" Wang Yuan exclaimed upon hearing this.

"Isn't there still Jiang Hui?" Lin Tian said, rolling his eyes at his exaggerated demeanor.

"Jiang Hui?" At the mention of Jiang Hui's name, Wang Yuan's face twitched. "Let's not even go there; he can't be relied on. With that puny frame, he wouldn't last one punch from the steel crocodile."

Having seen the recent fight, Wang Yuan had already written off Jiang Hui; in such a high-level battle, how could Jiang Hui, physically less built than himself, stand a chance? He must be kidding, right?

"Hehe... just wait and see," Lin Tian responded with a smile, not explaining further in the face of Wang Yuan's disdain.

"Ah... ten billion gone just like that; does the great young master of the Wang family really have to resort to selling his ass?" Wang Yuan lost interest in watching further, his face showing defeat as he mumbled to himself, looking aged all of a sudden.

The battle on the ring continued. Ten minutes later, just as Lin Tian had predicted, Black Cyclone won—a miserable victory; he was barely able to stand, let alone fight in a subsequent match.