Ren Yuanhao and Shen Lanní were both in a bind, while Peng Lin on the stage was locked in a fierce battle with Pang Qiang.
"Impossible, yesterday Peng Lin was just on the defensive, but today he's like a changed man, able to fight toe-to-toe with a black belt!"
"Could it be like in those martial arts movies, where he got beaten up and then his Ren and Du meridians were opened?"
"I think it's possible. If that's the case, it's really hard to say who will win this match."
The spectators chattered amongst themselves, clearly understanding the situation. Ye Lan, sitting below the stage, saw it very clearly.
This round was crucial. If they won, they could advance to the finals. If they lost, with their stamina being inferior to the opponent's, their side would be defeated. Similarly, for the Yufang City representative team, a loss meant packing their bags and leaving.
Ye Lan bit her lower lip, her gaze extremely serious. Even Yang Lingxue, standing beside her, linked her arm through Ye Lan's, ceasing her ravenous eating mode.
"Ye Lan, do you think that pill is stable?"
"I don't feel anything uncomfortable, it should be stable. It's just that they're fighting so ferociously, I wonder if it might cause other variables."
Ye Lan unconsciously tightened her grip.
Meanwhile, in the Yufang City representative team's area on the other side of the stage, Leng Ziyu was not flustered. Although the second round had begun, the two were still locked in a fierce, scoreless battle. However, the strength that was meant to come would eventually erupt within him.
"Wife, that kid has never taken any medicine. I wonder how much of its efficacy this fierce battle will bring out."
"The gap in their strength is already huge. It doesn't matter how much is unleashed, the key is that kid is definitely going to lose."
"Wife, your insight is truly remarkable."
But as they were speaking, Peng Lin, after blocking Pang Qiang's two heavy punches, leaped high into the air from a standstill, without any acceleration. His dispersed leg techniques, like gnarled branches extending naturally, struck directly at his opponent's face!
*Crack!*
The kick landed solidly. A hideous bloody gash appeared on Pang Qiang's face, and he tumbled a full 360 degrees, falling ungracefully to the ground!
"Wh-what's going on? That kind of explosive power is too exaggerated!"
Chen Hao, who often sparred with Peng Lin, basically knew all his moves. But this move was too terrifying. Not only was Peng Lin not a black belt, but even if he were, the height and power of this jump from a standstill without inertia would shock everyone!
As soon as Chen Hao finished speaking, he saw nearly eighty percent of the spectators in the stands excitedly standing up, their applause thundering like rolling thunder, and the glow of their support as vast as mist.
"They've finally scored first!"
"Yeah, this kid was seriously injured yesterday, and today he's like a reborn person, avenging yesterday's defeat!"
"Exhilarating, truly exhilarating! It looks like Aichen City is set to enter the finals!"
Most of the audience were fans of Shen Lanní, and since Shen Lanní was born in Donglü City, she had a deep foundation of popular support. When her disciple showed such heroic prowess, these fans would not spare their applause and cheers.
But for Pang Qiang, slowly rising from the stage, this applause and cheering were nothing less than ear-splitting mockery!
At this moment, Leng Ziyu's words, repeatedly drilled into him, echoed in his ears: Remember, anger is the greatest catalyst for combat power in this world. No matter when, a person who falls into hatred and anger will unleash power that surpasses the ordinary, surpasses recognition. More importantly, it can drive the potential of the pill to its extreme. At that time, you will be invincible!
Invincible?
He propped himself up with one hand, a bizarre smile stretching his lips. He straightened up, wiping the slowly trickling blood with his hand. A fire ignited in his chest, and fueled by this fire, his increasingly heated blood began to flow throughout his entire body!
His laughter gradually became distorted, even piercingly sharp. Even the referee standing on the stage couldn't help but retreat behind Peng Lin. Although he had officiated countless taekwondo matches, he had never witnessed such a chillingly murderous competition. What was even more terrifying was that Pang Qiang on the opposite side no longer felt like a person, but more like a beast, a beast craving the taste of blood fueled by hatred!
"Wife, it seems the drug's effect is starting to work!"
"Are you afraid others won't hear you?" Leng Ziyu glared fiercely at the man behind her, her expression not showing any relief from the drug's effect.
"Yes, yes, yes. Wife, what else are you worried about?" The man's playful demeanor was reminiscent of a clown, but if anyone were to make eye contact with him at this moment, they would notice a chilling murderous intent hidden within his smile. This killing intent was like something pure and primal, flowing from the very bones of an animal!
Leng Ziyu lowered her voice, as if talking to herself, "I'm worried that even if the drug works, Pang Qiang won't be able to defeat that strange kid. Is he really not a psychic?"
"Psychic? Don't joke, does wife think psychics are everywhere in this world?"
The man's laughter brought a hint of anger to Leng Ziyu.
"But how could his injuries heal so quickly? This completely defies medical common sense. Don't forget, I've also been injured on the stage, and I know all too well what that level of injury entails."
Leng Ziyu involuntarily pressed her right elbow, the spot where she had been injured by Shen Lanní's famous signature move. Whenever the weather turned cold and damp, that spot would ache as if pricked by needles.
"If your nemesis truly has a psychic, it can only be that man who embarrassed me."
"Speaking of which, I'll settle accounts with you later." Leng Ziyu shifted her gaze back to the stage. With about a minute left in the second round, she had a strong premonition that the two would decide the winner within this minute.
Empowered by the drug, Pang Qiang's moves suddenly became like a torrential downpour. Attacks that originally required charging up could now be unleashed at will. Even more terrifying were his eyes, which resembled a lone wolf on the edge of a cliff.
Dust swirled on the stage. Unbeknownst to them, a fierce storm was brewing outside the martial arts hall. The sky above seemed to have split open, and a strong wind poured in through this opening, sweeping across the entire Donglü City.
Scenes from the orphanage flashed through Pang Qiang's mind, and the force in his limbs grew with each passing moment. The collision of bone and flesh carried a gust of wind!