Qin Chuan remained silent, staring at Yao Buyi.
"This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant brat. Even in Zhongzhou, no one dares to speak to me like that. Truly ignorant and fearless." Yao Buyi was very displeased; the fight had started before he could even exchange a few words.
"Enough with the nonsense! If you've said enough, shut your stinking mouth. It's disgusting to hear. What are you? No one in Zhongzhou dares to speak to you like that? Are you a dog? Can't you understand human language?" Qin Chuan added after he finished speaking.
This was quite a blow. Yao Buyi had originally intended to put pressure on Qin Chuan with words, to show off his superiority, but now, after being provoked like this, he almost vomited blood.
"You...you..." Yao Buyi didn't utter a second word, then rushed towards Qin Chuan, leaving a long afterimage.
His speed was indeed fast, his figure was handsome and dashing, possessing a kind of speed aesthetic, and his style was elegant, one hand behind his back, exuding a carefree and magnanimous air.
Qin Chuan shook his head. It was just for show; the more visually appealing the move, the more flaws it revealed. And for some reason, Yao Buyi had struck this pose.
"So fast, so cool!" someone couldn't help but exclaim—it was a woman.
Yao Buyi was good-looking, dressed in white, with a somewhat unrestrained air. Combined with his deliberately cool pose, it made many young girls' eyes sparkle.
"He's using this trick again, disgusting," a not-so-handsome man spat. "That
repressed pervert, always like this. Even if you don't look at it yourself, I'm sick of watching it."
"What a piece of trash, so shallow, and these stupid women too, so shallow and ignorant."
"It would be so much better if he fell flat on his face," someone blurted out.
This person spoke almost unconsciously, but his voice wasn't quiet; everyone around heard him. Then, what happened next stunned them.
Yao Buyi, who had just flashed past Qin Chuan, wore a confident smile and thrust a needle at him, slicing it across his face.
He had practiced this move countless times, becoming incredibly skilled and flawless. Although he hadn't succeeded yet, Yao Buyi considered it a success.
He was thinking about how to deal with Qin Chuan, how to save face and gain prestige. He was already contemplating how to trample on Qin Chuan's dignity; Qin Chuan's words echoed in his ears, fueling his intense hatred.
Hmm?
Just as he was thinking these things, the needle missed its mark, and he felt a powerful force on his buttocks.
Bang!
Qin Chuan stood there, barely moving, and delivered a violent kick to Yao Buyi's rear.
Yao Buyi's once dashing pose was now a mess, face-first on the ground, rubbing his face a considerable distance across the surface.
With his buttocks sticking out, his face and mouth rubbed a long way across the arena floor, leaving a bloody stain and teeth visible—he was definitely disfigured…
A deathly silence fell over the area. The person who had said Yao Buyi would fall face-first was completely dumbfounded. And they weren't the only ones dumbfounded; many had overheard his words.
This is too much of a coincidence! It's unbelievable! The contrast is too stark, the scene is too beautiful! From an incredibly handsome pose to one that would make him want to die, it only took less than a second.
Many people, even those who didn't hear what the other person said, were stunned. After all, the situation was just too unusual. It was
something no one could have imagined—one move, one move, and he was kicked like that, and that pose was unforgettable.
Half his face was rubbed, his buttocks were tilted upwards, a classic dog-eating pose, buttocks facing the sky.
Boom!
First, there was stunned silence, then bursts of laughter. It was unbearable; the scene was too beautiful, too hilarious. After regaining their senses, many couldn't help but laugh.
"This pose is so alluring, much better than that 'Wild Geese Descending on the Sand' pose."
"Ugh, I thought Yao Buyi was so handsome at first, but now he suddenly seems so ugly. Before, I was practically begging to get close to him, but now that he's begging me, I'm not even interested."
"Haha, today was so satisfying! Yao Buyi started off with all sorts of provocation, but isn't this ending a bit too..." "
He used every trick in the book—provocation, taunting—to get him up there, and then this happens in one fell swoop. I wonder if he can even continue fighting?"
"Look, Yao Buyi's standing up! That face, that mouth, so ugly! He probably wants to die right now!"
...
Yao Buyi stood up, his face aching, terribly aching. He had only a few teeth left, his face a bloody mess, the pain excruciating, but none of that compared to his inner rage.
He was furious, truly furious. When had he ever suffered such a loss? Staring at Qin Chuan, his eyes practically spitting fire.
"I'm going to kill you!"
Yao Buyi's words were barely audible, his mouth gurgling, speaking with excruciating pain. He gasped for breath and charged at Qin Chuan again.
Anger makes people lose their minds, and Yao Buyi was almost completely irrational. In his mind, Qin Chuan couldn't possibly be stronger than him.
The reason for this was his carelessness. He knew that while the stance looked good, it had huge drawbacks. Against someone weaker than himself, it was fine, even stylish.
But against a master, that stance was suicide. However, now wasn't the time to think about that. Yao Buyi only wanted to kill Qin Chuan to wash away some of his shame.
But what followed was the beginning of a nightmare.
Bang!
The same kick, the same stance—Yao Buyi landed face-first on the ground, mouth to mouth, his rear end flying in the air, leaving another trail of blood. So
gruesome, so painful! Although it was the second time, it still surprised and amazed everyone. To do it exactly the same way was incredibly difficult.
The first time was luck, the second time was skill; to do it exactly the same way required more than ordinary strength.
Now, anyone with eyes could see that Qin Chuan's strength far surpassed Yao Buyi's; they were on completely different levels.
But Yao Buyi had gone mad, his mind consumed by only one thought: to kill Qin Chuan and wash away his shame.
Bang, bang…
Qin Chuan kicked him repeatedly, unperturbed. After more than ten kicks, Yao Buyi stopped moving, collapsed to the ground, and began to sob.
A grown man, a powerful figure, a genius, the young prodigy of the Central State Medicine Sect, had actually been beaten to tears—what was going on…?
The crowd, who had been laughing, now stopped, staring at Yao Buyi on the stage, sobbing in pain.
Qin Chuan was speechless. He'd beaten him to tears…
Now that was it, he was crying; he could forget about washing away his shame for the rest of his life.