Upon hearing the name, Fan Qi, who had been meditating with closed eyes on the arena, suddenly opened them, seemingly taken aback.
At that moment, a towering figure leapt onto the stage with a thunderous boom.
"Fan Qi, you old scoundrel, do you still remember my grandfather Fan Sheng!"
Fan Zhong roared as he stepped onto the stage.
"How has your grandfather been lately?"
Fan Qi turned to look at Fan Zhong.
"My grandfather died six years ago. On his deathbed, he only told me one thing. Want to know what it was?"
Fan Zhong sneered at Fan Qi.
"What did he say?"
Fan Qi asked coldly.
"One day, the descendants of the Fan family will bring Fan Qi's head to my grave. This must never be forgotten through the generations!"
Fan Zhong snorted coldly.
Hearing this, Fan Qi let out a cold laugh.
That laugh was as chilling as the wind from the northern borders.
"No wonder members of the Fan family keep coming to seek death at my hands."
As Fan Qi spoke, he removed his mask and said:
"Since a member of the Fan family has come, I shall not wear a mask today."
Beneath the mask was an unremarkable face, which, apart from a few wrinkles and a head of gray hair, showed little sign of aging.
"Today, I will send you to reunite with your grandfather."
Fan Qi said as he assumed a boxing stance, his gaze cold and fierce as he stared at Fan Zhong.
"Who lives and who dies is not yet certain!"
Fan Zhong snorted coldly.
Suddenly, a surge of internal energy formed around him, and with a step forward, he threw a punch at Fan Qi.
But Fan Qi seemed to have anticipated Fan Zhong's move, and just as the punch was about to hit his face, he swiftly dodged to the side, while his prepared fist heavily struck Fan Zhong's abdomen.
With a "bang," Fan Zhong's large frame was sent flying backward, his leather armor on his back tearing with a "rip."
However, as Fan Zhong's body flew backward, the energy around him exploded with a "boom."
In an instant, Fan Zhong's aura surged dramatically.
He twisted his body in mid-air, and his sturdy leg, like a great saber, heavily "chopped" down at Fan Qi.
"Bang!"
Although Fan Qi managed to block with his arm at the critical moment, Fan Zhong's leg was so powerful that it forced Fan Qi to retreat several steps.
Fan Zhong's onslaught didn't stop there; his energy exploded once more with a "boom," and his speed and strength surged again.
Like a whirlwind, Fan Zhong "boomed" another leg sweep at Fan Qi.
"Bang!"
Fan Qi couldn't dodge in time and was struck hard in the abdomen, retreating a few more steps.
But as Fan Zhong prepared to deliver a third kick, Fan Qi suddenly stepped forward and slapped towards Fan Zhong's leg.
In that instant, the energy around his palm condensed into a massive palm shadow and heavily bombarded Fan Zhong's thigh.
"Bang!"
With a loud explosion, Fan Zhong's leg "cracked," cleanly broken by Fan Qi's palm.
With just one palm strike, Fan Qi had dissolved Fan Zhong's hard-built momentum.
But Fan Zhong was not discouraged; he used the rebound force to retreat to the edge of the stage, propped himself up on one foot, and with his other hand, he channeled his internal energy to slice off his broken leg.
"You've actually mastered the Explosive Acupoint Technique?"
Fan Qi didn't immediately pursue Fan Zhong but looked at him with a hint of admiration.
"Surprised?"
Fan Zhong sneered.
As he spoke, he slapped his broken leg, sealing the acupoints to stop the bleeding.
"I'm about to explode the third acupoint. Are you ready, old thief?"
As Fan Zhong spoke, he raised his index and middle fingers together and roared:
"Qingming!"
As soon as the words fell, the Qingming acupoint in his left eye suddenly exploded, blowing apart his eye socket and eyeball.
At the same time, his aura surged once again.
"Boom!"
Fan Zhong, standing on one leg, leapt up and threw a punch at Fan Qi.
Fan Qi didn't block this time but struck back with his palm. For a moment, the arena was filled with flying palm and fist shadows.
The crowd hadn't expected Fan Zhong to be able to match Fan Qi in combat.
"The Explosive Acupoint Technique increases one's power by self-destructing acupoints, but using it means certain death or crippling injury."
As Xu Taiping wondered about the technique Fan Zhong was using to boost his power, Huang Que suddenly appeared beside him.
Xu Taiping wasn't surprised to see Huang Que there.
They nodded to each other, and then Huang Que said:
"After the Qingming acupoint is exploded, it greatly enhances the vision in the other eye, allowing one to easily see through the opponent's moves. Otherwise, with Fan Zhong's power, he wouldn't be able to withstand three strikes from Fan Qi."
"Huang Que, how much power can the Explosive Acupoint Technique increase at most?"
Xu Taiping asked curiously.
"If all seven vital acupoints are exploded, one's power can be temporarily increased to above the level of a martial arts grandmaster. The exact amount depends on the individual's talent, but after all seven acupoints are exploded, the user won't live more than ten breaths."
Huang Que sighed.
"Fan Zhong is really staking his life against Fan Qi."
He said this while standing beside Xu Taiping, his gaze returning to the stage.
"Boom!"
Just then, Fan Zhong's palm blade fiercely chopped at Fan Qi's waist, forcing Fan Qi to retreat several steps again.
"Boom!"
Before Fan Qi could steady himself, Fan Zhong stomped on the ground with his one leg, and his right palm, infused with internal energy and ignited with flames, "whooshed" towards Fan Qi's neck.
This palm blade was swift and fierce, with immense internal energy, causing the audience to gasp, feeling that Fan Qi would be injured if not killed.
But at that critical moment, Fan Qi's head jerked back, narrowly dodging Fan Zhong's blade, and then his strong leg kicked upward, heavily striking Fan Zhong's abdomen.
With a "boom," Fan Zhong's towering frame was kicked off the stage.
As Fan Zhong was about to hit the ground, Fan Qi clenched his right fist with a "snap."
He threw a heavy punch at Fan Zhong, who was falling from the sky.
"Bang!"
With a thunderous impact, Fan Zhong's body burst into a cloud of blood mist, then flew out of the arena like a straight line and crashed to the ground with a "thud."
This was Fan Qi's first punch.
And with just this simple punch, the killing intent enveloped the vast courtyard like dark clouds.
From afar, Fan Qi on the stage appeared like a god of death, casting a terrifying and heart-pounding pressure.
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