Catherine Simon's move was undoubtedly a powerful skill, but Zhou Yan's counterattack was equally simple and decisive. He clenched his fist and struck.
"Boom!"
Simple, direct, domineering, one punch shattered all techniques, and with a single punch, he destroyed the opponent's powerful attack. He then vanished, and upon a second look, Catherine Simon was already sent flying, crashing against the barrier.
The next second, Catherine Simon's figure disappeared from the arena and reappeared outside the stage.
The surrounding crowd was stunned.
Catherine Simon had been instantly defeated!
Everyone looked at Zhou Yan on stage, disbelief etched on their faces. Catherine Simon, who had won fifteen consecutive matches, was defeated with a single, effortless punch.
Catherine Simon also stared blankly at Zhou Yan on stage, unable to believe he had lost so easily.
The opponent's speed was too fast!
The opponent's strength was too formidable!
The opponent's attacks were too terrifying!
This was all Catherine Simon could say to describe the Zhou Yan who had defeated him before leaving.
Zhou Yan collected his spoils and, ignoring the crowd, asked Ye Bufan, "Aren't you going to challenge?"
"I haven't seen a suitable opponent yet." Ye Bufan was also shocked. He had prepared himself for Zhou Yan's strength, but seeing his true combat power still astonished him.
Zhou Yan continued to search for his prey. A few minutes later, he found another good arena. The opponent was using a spiritual artifact.
The opponent was very strong, a powerhouse at the ninety-eighth heaven, who had already defeated thirty-seven challengers.
Each challenge cost one million spirit coins. The requirement was for challengers below the ninety-eighth heaven, be they lords or dispatched generals.
Zhou Yan felt this opponent was good, and the reward was also quite substantial.
"That's the ninety-eighth heaven. You can't possibly defeat a demigod's strength, can you?" Ye Bufan asked.
"That was in the past," Zhou Yan replied.
Ye Bufan was taken aback. "In the past" implied that Zhou Yan could already defeat demigods before, and he would only be stronger now.
Ye Bufan understood. The gap between them was this vast.
Ye Bufan could still be called a genius in front of others, but compared to Zhou Yan, the word "genius" felt like a cruel mockery.
Zhou Yan stepped onto the arena. After his strength was verified as qualified, he paid the challenge fee of one million spirit coins.
Gao Pingxiongda, upon seeing Zhou Yan's realm, was slightly surprised and said mockingly, "You, with this little strength, dare to challenge me? I must say, your courage is immense."
Zhou Yan looked at his opponent and, seeing the condescending expression, mimicked him, "You, with this little strength, dare to set up an arena? I must say, your courage is immense indeed."
"Pfft." Ye Bufan couldn't help but laugh from the sidelines.
He couldn't help but laugh.
"Baga yarō! I will definitely make you know the consequences of provoking me!" Gao Pingxiongda roared in anger.
Zhou Yan also said, "Eight duck eggs, I will definitely make you pay the price for provoking me!"
Gao Pingxiongda: "(╬￣皿￣)"
Zhou Yan: "凸(艹皿艹)"
The crowd below burst into laughter, feeling as if they had stumbled into a comedy show rather than a challenge arena.
Standing below, one could feel the heavy tension, two auras colliding.
The protective shield appeared, and the battle began. Gao Pingxiongda looked coldly at Zhou Yan, emitting powerful dark energy. Numerous shadows appeared across the entire arena, as if there were countless doppelgängers.
"I will let you know what true ninjutsu is!"
Gao Pingxiongda unleashed his supreme energy, a terrifying dark force that transformed into a dark space. With a sword slash, the entire dark world descended upon Zhou Yan.
The dark world morphed into a figure, wielding a black weapon, intending to cleave Zhou Yan in two. Upon closer inspection, it was not one person but a being formed from countless black energy tendrils.
Each black figure, wielding a dark sword, attacked Zhou Yan. This was supreme ninjutsu, impossible to defeat, as it would instantly dissolve into innumerable shadow clones to attack.
This strike could slice Zhou Yan into myriad fragments. Everyone felt the immense power of Gao Pingxiongda's move, undoubtedly a terrifying technique.
The power of the ninety-eighth heaven was condensed into this single attack. Though it appeared as one move, it contained myriad variations. Everyone was curious how Zhou Yan would defend against it.
Zhou Yan's response was simple and direct. He transformed into a beam of light, emanating a peculiar yin-yang color, like a deity emerging from chaos.
Zhou Yan swiftly charged towards the black figure. His speed was incredible, his entire body wreathed in primordial Tai Chi divine power. Where he passed, it was like a galaxy forming, brilliant and mysterious, resembling a starry world.
The energy giant formed by billions of dark forces instantly turned to ashes, as if encountering a terrifying energy, utterly defeated and dispersed.
It was as if it had never existed, all transforming into the light of a galaxy, becoming a scenic element within the vast expanse of stars.
"Bang!"
Zhou Yan's speed was too great. When he reappeared, he was already behind Gao Pingxiongda. Gao Pingxiongda's body had vanished entirely, leaving only his head and feet on the arena.
This was a bizarre sight, as if he had been dismembered, as if Gao Pingxiongda had been forcibly cut into three sections.
Gao Pingxiongda's body dissolved into a part of the galactic universe. It was only when Gao Pingxiongda's scream echoed that he was found outside the arena.
The event was too sudden, too bizarre. Zhou Yan's method of defeating Gao Pingxiongda was too powerful.
Before he was even dead, his body had become a part of the galaxy.
Gao Pingxiongda looked at Zhou Yan in terror, his eyes filled with fear and dread, devoid of any trace of his former contempt.
He was a powerhouse at the ninety-eighth heaven, yet he displayed such an expression towards a young man at the ninetieth heaven. It was an unbelievable sight.
However, considering the previous attack, even they had to admit that if this were not a tournament match, Gao Pingxiongda would have been instantly killed by Zhou Yan.
Instantly killed!
Gao Pingxiongda couldn't even withstand a single move from Zhou Yan. A fighter who had won dozens of consecutive matches appeared so insignificant, so vulnerable before Zhou Yan.
This was truly astounding. Zhou Yan's combat power was terrifying.