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Chapter 661 - 661 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master

Chapter 661: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_3 Chapter 661: 351 Challenge the Evil Eye Fist Sect Gate Master (4000)_3 In Arena One, the referee stands on the edge, two silhouettes confront each other. One, dressed in a tight-fitting combat suit, a red kerchief tied around his forehead. His bare arms, home to coiling and powerful muscles.

The other, resplendid in a white robe, strikingly handsome. His demeanor relaxed and casual, eyes slightly shut, a smile playing on his lips.

“Ah, have you guys noticed? Our eldest brother has changed a lot these past few days, he’s become more cheerful, it feels like his whole aura has…has…”

“Relaxed and unrestrained, always calm and composed,” someone added.

“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I meant.”

Distracted chatter from the disciples of the Yunquan Fist School could be heard under the stage, while warriors from other schools were engaged in hushed whispers and discussions.

“The second-rated versus the first-rated, what do you think?”

“How many moves do you think they’ll need before there’s a clear victor?”

“Hard to say, based on their past records, they both have had their share of victories and losses. Two equally matched opponents won’t be able to determine the odds till after a hundred moves or so, I guess it will be around a hundred moves.”

“Sounds about right, I think so too.”

“Similarly, all three stars from the East each have their strengths…”

On the stage, the expressions of the two combatants remained unchanged amid the discussions beneath them. Shaq’s gaze was locked onto Simonyi, the fighting spirit in his pupils was strong and burning, his powerful arms tensed and ready.

“Simonyi, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time! You’ve improved, and so have I. Today, I will definitely defeat you!”

“Ah, ah, ah…” Simonyi laughed lightly, much like an adult humoring a child, “I originally planned to have both you and Suede challenge me together, but the rules don’t allow. So, I’ll set a target for myself. Ten moves, no, no, no, let’s call it seven, that should be about right. I should be able to defeat you within seven moves, yes, most likely.” He cracked the comment casually, clearly not considering Shaq as a worthy adversary. Shaq, at this moment, was seething with rage, his eyes almost aflame.

“Combatants, prepare yourselves, the match begins!”

Instantly, Shaq charged. Amassing the energy of three blood accelerations throughout his body, his heartbeat was deafening, as if an engine had come alive within him. With his gaze locked on Simonyi—who stood unwavering—he launched himself forward, arms wide.

Boom!

His fist, large as a sandbag, cut through the air describing a powerful arc, and was intercepted mid-air by another fist. Stunned, Shaq’s pupils abruptly narrowed and he fell back, initiating the Sun, Moon and Star Secret Techniques, and swung another punch!

It was a savage blow, like the sweep of a massive swinging hammer. Roaring, a fierce beast echoed around him.

Suddenly, Simonyi’s right arm disappeared, the five fingers of his hand formed a claw, or more precisely, looked like the open fanged mouth of a ferocious dog. Despite moving slower, he was the first to strike, tearing into Shaq! A tearing sound echoed as the combat suit on his chest was ripped open, four parallel gashes ran from his left chest to his right waist, blood gushing out!

“So fast!!!”

Shaq, shocked, roared as he charged relentlessly towards Simonyi, aware of his frail physique.

Whoosh!

A whip-like fist whistled through the air and landed on Shaq’s shoulder. The enormous force sent Shaq staggering back several steps, his footsteps faltered as he struggled to find balance. Another wave of shock ran through Shaq. Simonyi’s strength was even greater than his own!

Something’s wrong, Simonyi was hiding his actual strength, a lot of it! At least thirty to forty percent!

“I…”

Something’s wrong, Simonyi was hiding his actual strength, a lot of it! At least thirty to forty percent!