Ji Hong struggled to open his eyes.
His vision was blurred by blood, but he vaguely saw a familiar figure.
He forced his gaze to focus.
When he clearly saw the figure, his eyes snapped open, bursting with unprecedented brilliance.
"Mr. Ling..."
Ling Fan stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Ji Hong.
His divine intent condensed into a needle, transmitting into Ji Hong's ear.
"Ji Hong, have you accepted your fate!"
"Heaven helps those who help themselves!"
After speaking, Ling Fan calmly watched Ji Hong.
Ji Hong's heart was like a stormy sea.
Ling Fan's brief words resonated in his heart like a great bell, or a sudden awakening blow, meant to jolt him awake.
"Mr. Ling told me before... Heaven helps those who help themselves, and abandons those who abandon themselves!"
"Should I accept my fate?"
"No! I will not accept my fate!"
Ji Hong abruptly closed his eyes, then opened them again. His gaze seemed to hold a burning flame ready to reignite.
Boom!
As his fighting spirit reignited, countless doors of potential seemed to open within him. His depleted strength surged back like a raging flood.
His bloodline churned.
His physical strength erupted.
Boom!
He violently broke free from Mo Shan's grasp and stomped hard on Mo Shan's chest, which was like a wall.
Pat pat.
This kick sent the immovable Mo Shan staggering back several steps.
Ji Hong landed heavily on the ground, then stood up.
He still bore terrible injuries, the result of half a month of torment and various tortures inflicted by the Dark Martial Hall under Mo Xie Gongzi's orders.
But now, everyone could feel that Ji Hong's state had completely transformed. In that instant, he had gone from a dying prisoner to a warrior full of fighting spirit!
How was this possible?
Everyone was too stunned to speak.
Was this Ji Hong a cockroach? Otherwise, how could his vitality be so tenacious?
Mo Shan on the opposite side looked surprised.
A ferocious glint flashed in his eyes. Ji Hong's kick had ignited his ferocity.
A mere dying ant.
Dared to trample on him.
Seeking death!
Boom!
Dark black streams of energy, like flowing demonic qi, coursed through Mo Shan's body. This was the result of a fearsome cultivation technique he practiced.
Black Demon Blood Fiend Art.
High-grade Yellow tier.
Boom.
Terrifying power surged like a mountain collapsing and the sea roaring. Mo Shan's fists, as massive as iron hammers, struck out more than ten times.
The fist energy enveloped the area ahead, causing the very air to wail and explode.
Each punch sent shivers down the spines of the observing powerhouses.
Even a late-stage Profound Gang realm expert would likely not withstand a casual punch from Mo Shan.
Let alone ten consecutive strikes, which were enough to turn a peak Profound Gang realm expert into a mist of blood.
However, facing Mo Shan's ferocious and powerful onslaught, Ji Hong charged forward.
His vital energy exploded like a furnace.
His lean body seemed to contain infinite strength.
He collided head-on, and the dark black fist energy that struck him was somehow forced aside, clearing a path. He then raised a fist and struck towards Mo Shan's cruel, contorted face.
Mo Shan was enraged.
This small, emaciated worm, like a sickly lamb, dared to provoke him.
He also threw a punch.
Two fists, one large and one small, collided instantly.
Rumble.
The battle stage seemed to erupt with thunder.
Visible ripples of power spread outwards into the air.
Mo Shan's body merely swayed.
But Ji Hong was sent flying back.
Sharp-eyed observers could see that Ji Hong's arm was bent and trembling uncontrollably.
However, the moment Ji Hong landed, he completely ignored his injuries, clenched his fist, and like a nimble ape, lunged forward again.
Boom!
The fighting spirit in his eyes burned even brighter.
The vital energy in his body surged even more.
His mind was blank, with only one goal.
That was to defeat Mo Shan, to win his own destiny.
Bang!
Ji Hong was sent flying again.
After all, Mo Shan was a quasi-Heavenly Origin realm expert, and his Black Demon Blood Fiend Art made his body extremely formidable. His overall strength was almost at the peak below the Heavenly Origin realm.
Even Ji Hong, with his monstrous combat power, could only be on the defensive, taking blows.
However, Ji Hong's tenacity exceeded everyone's expectations.
Boom!
Mo Shan punched down again.
Even a Yellow tier spiritual weapon would be shattered by this ferocious punch.
But the punch stopped.
Blocked by another, smaller fist.
Ji Hong's eyes blazed with fighting spirit, like two burning embers. A grim smile appeared on his face, and he fiercely grabbed Mo Shan's fist and twisted.
Crack.
Mo Shan let out a heaven-shattering scream. His arm was broken by Ji Hong.
"How is this possible!"
All the observing powerhouses were shocked.
Just moments ago, everyone had seen that Ji Hong's strength was no match for Mo Shan's, and he had been completely suppressed.
How could he now turn the tables and gain the upper hand?
But they had no time to be surprised.
Ji Hong threw an uppercut, lifting Mo Shan's massive body off the ground, and then slammed him back down heavily.
Ji Hong fought like a madman, his vital energy surging like a primordial beast. His punches landed with solid impact on Mo Shan's body.
Mo Shan was also counter-attacking.
But when his fists struck Ji Hong, Ji Hong ignored it, completely abandoning his defense.
Bang bang bang.
The battle stage echoed with bone-jarring thuds.
Blood splattered.
Interspersed with the crisp cracking sounds of broken bones and sinews.
Some were Ji Hong's.
Some were Mo Shan's.
Boom!
This frenzied exchange continued for about dozens of breaths.
The two collided again.
Terrifying crimson vital energy surged to the sky, while Mo Shan's black demonic energy also reached an extreme.
Moments later.
To everyone's shocked gaze, the vital energy that burned like a furnace finally overpowered the black demonic energy.
Ji Hong's hands became claws, digging fiercely into Mo Shan's chest and abdomen.
Then, with immense physical strength erupting from his hands, Ji Hong tore Mo Shan's massive body in half!
Mo Shan, a quasi-Heavenly Origin realm expert who had fought over a hundred battles in the gambling arena without a single defeat.
Died.
On the battle stage, only an unyielding, wild youth stood proudly.
Boom!
The entire arena erupted.
Everyone stared at Ji Hong in disbelief.
They could never have imagined that Mo Shan would be defeated, or that Ji Hong, who was clearly on the verge of death, would miraculously turn the tide.
On the Ji family's side.
Ji Xian, Ji De, Ji Tianzong, and other members of the Ji family wore expressions of utter shock.
Ji De, who had just taken a mouthful of tea, spat it out with a "pfft."
Ji Tianzong, about to speak to him, was sprayed directly by Ji De. His face was covered in tea and remnants of tea leaves...
On the battle stage.
Ji Hong hunched his body slightly.
He gasped for air.
His body was covered in wounds. Such injuries would have killed anyone else countless times over, but this youth's body seemed to be made of something else; it simply refused to die.