BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
On the arena—
Zhao Xuan and Weakson were locked in a fierce exchange.
Because of Weakson's Gravity Fruit—
Under several times normal gravity, Zhao Xuan's speed—
Whether movement or attack—
Had noticeably decreased.
But—
His reaction speed hadn't slowed.
Which created a strange situation:
He could clearly sense Weakson's incoming attacks.
He could clearly sense Weakson's evasive movements.
His brain was sending commands to his body—
Move!
Dodge!
Redirect the attack!
But—
Because his body was slowed by gravity—
By the time Zhao Xuan's body finally reacted,
Weakson's attack had already landed,
Or Weakson had already dodged away.
This caused Zhao Xuan to be at an absolute disadvantage.
Under Weakson's relentless assault—
As fierce and continuous as a torrential storm—
Zhao Xuan kept retreating.
And occasionally—
He was blown away entirely.
If not for his monstrous physical strength—
Empowered by the Azure Dragon Fruit, giving him over 24,000 physique points—
Zhao Xuan would've lost long ago.
Watching Zhao Xuan being knocked back again and again,
Many Kyushu ability users in the stadium frowned.
"This looks bad!"
"Zhao Xuan's completely on the back foot! He has no chance to counterattack!"
"No! Look closely!
Zhao Xuan looks miserable, but every time he gets hit, he uses Iron Body and Armament Haki to block.
With his freakish physique, he's actually barely taking damage!"
"…You're right!"
"Hahaha! Good kid! What a damn good kid!"
Suddenly—
An eighth-rank spectator burst out laughing.
Everyone turned to look—
And they all saw it:
Zhao Xuan's face—
Filled with excitement,
mad joy,
wild exhilaration,
pure battle frenzy.
At once—
Everyone recalled the earlier battles,
And what happened every time Zhao Xuan showed this expression.
"Good kid… truly a damn good kid!"
"Hahahaha, this brat is interesting! Very interesting!"
"…!"
The crowd smiled brightly.
Kyushu Candidates' Viewing Section
"HOLY SHT!
Zhao Xuan is a fcking psycho!!"
Chubby Peng Hu exploded the moment Zhao Xuan showed that wild, crazed grin again:
"This isn't some safe sparring match!
This is a life-and-death battle!
And this lunatic—this absolute maniac—
Is treating Weakson like a practice dummy again!
Grass! (a plant!)"
"Psycho! Absolute psycho!"
"This guy… terrifying. Truly terrifying!"
Beside him—
The other candidates stared with mixed expressions.
Shock.
Heaviness.
Awe.
But not a single person lacked respect.
Because—
They imagined themselves in Zhao Xuan's place.
If they were the one being knocked away repeatedly—
None of them could've stood up again and again,
With that same crazy excitement,
Charging straight back into the fight.
Zhao Xuan's performance—
His madness—
Had completely convinced them.
And these were all top scorers—
Provincial champions from every region of Kyushu.
On the arena—
The intense battle continued.
Zhao Xuan was knocked back repeatedly—
And yet he charged in repeatedly.
Bit by bit—
He began adapting to the abnormal gravity.
At the same time—
His mastery of the Six Forms increased rapidly.
At first—
He was blown away within two or three moves.
But as time passed—
He held on for five moves.
Ten moves.
Fifteen moves.
Twenty moves…
Zhao Xuan's movements became smoother—
So smooth he resembled a slippery loach.
Tiny movements—
Subtle shifts—
Were enough to dodge Weakson's attacks with ease.
He was evolving at terrifying speed.
Weakson noticed.
Despite his grief and rage for Alice's death—
His mind remained clear.
He didn't lose himself like the Japanese swordsman Edogawa Sasaki earlier,
Who let anger turn himself into Zhao Xuan's practice tool.
Weakson realized the truth very early—
By the second time Zhao Xuan got blown away:
The Kyushu youth who killed his beloved Alice—
was using him to train.
Weakson knew.
Weakson understood.
But he still cooperated.
Because—
He wanted to consume Zhao Xuan's stamina and energy as much as possible.
Even though Alexander rejected his offer—
Weakson still wanted to pave the way for him.
Because—
He also loved Alice.
He also wanted revenge.
But he knew—
His own strength wasn't enough.
He could not kill Zhao Xuan on his own.
So he would do the only thing he could—
Give Alexander the best chance to win.
And actually—
Weakson discovered long ago—
Five minutes ago—
That Zhao Xuan had fully adapted to the gravity field.
If Zhao Xuan wanted,
He could dodge everything easily.
He was only pretending to struggle—
So Weakson wouldn't stop being a "tool."
…
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Time slipped by.
Minutes passed.
Zhao Xuan wasn't stupid.
He gradually realized—
Weakson had probably noticed the truth.
But Zhao Xuan didn't care.
If Weakson didn't say anything—
Why bother thinking too much?
Free training was free training.
Whatever schemes Weakson had—
They could wait.
For now—
Zhao Xuan enjoyed his free practice dummy to the fullest.
Ten minutes later—
BOOM!!!
Zhao Xuan was blasted away again, landing several meters away.
He climbed up quickly.
But this time—
He didn't charge forward.
"Almost."
Yes.
Almost.
After nearly half an hour—
He had fully adapted to the gravity field.
Continuing the act would yield little benefit.
It was time to end it.
Not far away—
Weakson was panting hard.
He also understood.
At this point—
He was of no more use.
He could no longer drain Zhao Xuan.
TAT! TAT! TAT!
Suddenly—
Zhao Xuan's footsteps echoed as he dashed forward—
Appearing before Weakson in an instant.
"It's over."
He whispered quietly.
BOOM!!!
A fist wrapped in Armament Haki and lightning descended.
Suddenly—
Zhao Xuan's Observation Haki violently warned him.
At the same time—
Weakson—
Panting heavily—
Suddenly grinned.
BOOM!!
The gravity around his body vanished.
Yes—
Weakson had never used his full power.
The Gravity Fruit affected him as well.
Not because he couldn't exempt himself—
But because he chose not to.
Just like Li Zhiwei, the Slowness Fruit user—
Who always kept himself slowed to unleash explosive speed when released—
Weakson had also kept himself under gravity continuously:
Eating.
Walking.
Fighting.
Everything—except sleeping.
The benefits were obvious:
He trained 24/7.
And when he removed the gravity—
He gained explosive power.
BOOM!!!!!
Zhao Xuan hadn't expected this.
And though Observation Haki warned him—
It was too late.
BOOM!!!
Weakson's fist slammed into Zhao Xuan's chest.
One punch!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!!
Instantly—
Five extremely fast punches.
Almost comparable to Zhao Xuan's Thunder Bagua.
BOOM!!!
Zhao Xuan was blasted away—
Slamming into the ground dozens of meters away,
Creating a deep crater.
He crawled out—
Only to see Weakson already before him.
Hair whitening.
Wrinkles forming.
Aged several years—
No, at least ten years.
Weakson had also activated—
A forbidden extreme secret technique.
Its grade was clearly higher than the one used by the dark-skinned candidate earlier, whose body aged thirty years instantly.
Weakson's backlash was smaller—
But still severe.
BOOM!!!!
Another punch crashed into Zhao Xuan.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
Punch after punch.
Seven or eight strikes in a blink.
The arena trembled violently.
But Zhao Xuan wasn't someone who only took hits.
Shadows burst from the dust—
He charged forward.
They clashed head-on.
Azure Dragon Fruit excelled in frontal combat.
With 24,000 physique—
Anyone his age who bore his full power—
Had only one ending:
Death.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!
Dozens of blows were exchanged instantly.
Shockwaves burst outward—
Hurricanes formed from pure force.
Thunder crackled in the air.
Bricks shattered.
Referees retreated.
Across several dozen miles—
People heard the violent collision.
"What's happening over there?!"
"Is that thunder?!"
"It's coming from the Imperial Capital Gymnasium!"
"That's where the National Exam is happening!"
"A bunch of eighteen-year-olds caused this?"
"You don't know?
This year's heaven-and-earth aura is abnormally dense.
Everyone's cultivation is skyrocketing."
"No wonder!"
Inside—
Zhao Xuan and Weakson's fight neared its end.
Weakson's secret technique was running out.
He didn't want to die—
So he staggered backward—
Opening his mouth to surrender.
But Zhao Xuan—
Would never give him the chance.
He lunged forward—
Even risking taking a punch to the chest—
Just to stay close.
Nonstop.
Frenzied.
Relentless.
Punch after punch—
Forcing Weakson to defend desperately.
He had no time to breathe,
Let alone speak words of surrender.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three—
Ten seconds—
Then—
Weakson's complexion turned stark white.
His aura collapsed instantly—
And in that moment—
Zhao Xuan's fist descended.
CRACKKK!!
Their fists collided—
Weakson, weakened and suffering backlash—
Could no longer withstand Zhao Xuan's strength.
His left arm snapped instantly.
"AAAAAHHHHH!!!"
He screamed—
But Zhao Xuan's attack didn't stop.
BANG!
A punch smashed into his skull.
Followed by—
POP!
His head burst.
Weakson—
Dead.
And with that—
Among those who came from overseas to challenge Kyushu—
Only one remained.
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