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In the next moment, white flashed and the muscular young man once again appeared, his head as good as new as if it hadn't exploded just a moment ago.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and a tiny bit of amazement.

With his appearance, the crowd once again broke out in a hub of discussion. Some martial artists who didn't seem to like him made not-so-pleasing comments.

"This bastard finally meets his match."

"I have told this bastard muscles are useless in a fight, but he won't listen."

Hearing the hateful comments, the young man's face turned ugly.

At this time, the news of David's victory had spread far and wide, attracting the attention of everyone present in the Martial Arts headquarters. Even the white-coat chairman appeared.

He walked near Ron and spoke while smiling, "This student of yours is really something, killing a Martial artist in one punch."

When Ron heard the chairman's words, a strange smile appeared on his face and he inwardly thought, "Chairman, he can even kill you with one punch, not to say anything about these little juniors."

Ron had been a Grandmaster for a long time and had even fought with the Chairman to death a couple of times, so he was familiar with the chairman's strength.

"Now at least, my student will not feel bored," the chairman continued, ignoring Ron's strange smile.

Soon, it was time for David's next match. He now had to only win nine matches to clear the preliminary stage.

Match Commence!

This time David's opponent was a tall and slim young man dressed in a green shirt.

Both parties entered the battle arena. Upon seeing the weapon of his opponent, a pair of combat axes, David was surprised.

However, thinking about it for a moment, David soon understood. These people don't have to worry about things such as death; they could go all out and use any weapons they want.

Once he entered the arena, David quickly calmed down. This was the result of numerous battles that he had gone through in these past one or two years.

After all these bloody battles, David had realized one important thing: To win a battle, combat power was obviously the most important thing after cheat; the second most important thing was the ability to keep emotions in check. Flaring emotions could easily lead to mistakes.

David at this time was weaponless; his beloved chair was still in his inventory. If he wanted, it would appear in his hand with a single thought.

The audience also noticed this thing.

"Don't tell me he is not going to use his weapon. Lightning will definitely strike those who are pretentious. If he wins like this, then I'll run nude tomorrow."

"Run nude my ass. I'll eat dog's shit on live TV."

"What's so great about eating dog shit? I have seen a lot of people eating shit. I'll be crazy tomorrow and shove my dick into a jet engine."

The guy who was going to eat dog shit was stunned and looked at the man beside him in disgust. What kind of person watches people eating shit? He hurriedly got away from him.

Mocking laughter resounded from all directions. Although David had displayed impressive strength, fighting an opponent bare-handed was stupid in the audience's eyes.

Even the white-coat chairman looked at Ron, demanding an explanation.

Ron could only show a forced smile on his face. After all, he could just tell him David didn't really need a weapon to win this fight.

Right?

Some of the martial artists who had come to watch an exciting fight left with dejected expressions on their faces.

However, not everyone's reaction was the same, especially those people who had watched the first match live.

The power displayed by David was genuine and left a strong impression in their minds.

They looked forward to this upcoming match even more.

Within the arena, the air condensed, and in the next moment, David's opponent leapt forward with explosive strength.

Even David had watched his previous match and had realized the only way to win this fight was by taking the initiative.

By closing the distance rapidly, he prevented experts from launching any retreating moves. With his dual combat axes shielding his body, the green-shirt young man wasn't in a rush to launch his techniques. He believed that once he reached a close-enough distance, he would have an extremely high chance of destroying his opponent.

However, the experts looking from the sidelines looked at his actions with stunned expressions on their faces.

Why would he try to close the distance? Was this green-shirt man stupid? Did he forget about how David killed his previous opponent with a single punch?

David didn't move an inch and patiently watched the green-shirt young man with a hawk-like focus.

Within this short span of time, the green-shirt young man had managed to reach David. His combat axes were aimed to chop at him. This kind of instantaneous strike showcased how solid the green-shirt man's fundamentals were as his combat axes struck toward David with an overbearing might behind them.

David's expression remained the same. Although the strike might be quick for the audience, in David's eyes it moved at a snail's pace. He could avoid these attacks even while sleeping.

While everyone's eyes were focused on the twin axes, the green-shirt young man suddenly grinned and released the axes from his grip, letting them move freely toward David.

And the green-shirt young man kicked David. He played on the idea that David would not be able to guard against two attacks simultaneously.

The green-shirt young man, if he fought normally, would never be able to win.

Ron and the white-shirt chairman's eyes were also focused on the fight. Ron was frowning hard; he was easily able to find a couple of openings in David's stance. This was weird.

When he had sparred with David in the past, his stance was perfect without any openings.

Ron couldn't understand the reason behind such a change.

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