The overwhelming difference in points made this battle completely devoid of suspense. However, the people in the fighting hall still shouted loudly. What did it matter if there was a huge gap in strength? As long as you could ruthlessly knock your opponent to the ground, that was still an extremely exciting thing.

"Butcher, knock out that One Punch Bloodspurt, let him know what it feels like to bleed!"

"Take him down, take him down!"

"Blow him up!"

Of course, the two people inside the "virtual combat simulator" couldn't hear any of this. At this moment, William Clark was feeling bitter. He had originally hoped to get lucky tonight and maybe win a couple of rounds by chance, but he didn't expect to run into such bad luck right from the start.

"Sigh, you can't blame society for bad luck!" William Clark lamented inwardly, slowly taking up a defensive stance. The difference in strength was huge, but even if he lost, he couldn't lose too disgracefully.

In five years, he had lost no less than ten thousand battles of all sizes. Although William Clark's strength was lacking, he had gained some experience in defense. Especially since the characters he created were all at the level of a first-level martial artist, he could at least hold out for a few moves.

Staring at William Clark across from him, the Butcher smashed his fists together in front of his chest, producing a series of crisp cracks, and sneered, "Kid, you still have time to quit now. Otherwise, if you become a laughingstock in a moment, don't blame me."

William Clark didn't say a word. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, his body completely relaxed. The Whip Form of the [Three Forms of Soldier Shape] was a move that combined offense and defense, and it was the one he understood the best.

"Doesn't know what's good for him." The Butcher stomped his feet, his whole body shooting forward. As he ran, he suddenly twisted his body, raised his shoulder, and thrust out his elbow.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind sounded. William Clark's pupils contracted. He felt as if everything around him suddenly went quiet. The Butcher's entire body disappeared, and all he could see were the Butcher's shoulder and elbow muscles swelling up, growing larger and larger in his eyes.

[Bear Ape Crash]!

Bang!

With a dull thud, William Clark was sent flying, crashing into the wall of the virtual arena and slowly sliding down.

In the fighting hall, the scar-faced man Quentin King slapped his thigh excitedly. "Hahaha... That's it, that's it! This Butcher always goes all out, one strike to kill. Only people like this can survive on the edge of life and death."

Edward Brooks nodded in appreciation. "He's got talent. With proper training, he could become a decent interstellar mercenary."

The atmosphere in the entire hall was ignited. In the dim light, excited and frenzied faces could be seen everywhere. Many people were screaming in excitement over the Butcher's strike.

However, the cheers didn't last long. People were surprised to see that the supposedly defeated One Punch Bloodspurt stood up again and returned to the center of the ring.

The Butcher looked his opponent up and down, clicking his tongue and shaking his head. "Not fatally wounded? Is the AI's judgment off? Fine! You're called One Punch Bloodspurt—this time, I'll let you taste what it's like to spurt blood!"

Whoosh!

Without another word, the Butcher shot out again, twisting his body, raising his shoulder, and thrusting his elbow. The first-grade combat skill [Bear Ape Crash] was executed even more fiercely this time.

In the blink of an eye, the vicious shoulder slam and elbow strike were right in front of William Clark, aiming for his face and chest.

At this moment, William Clark suddenly looked up, took a small step to the right, and swung his left arm out like a long whip cracking through the air—flexing and snapping.

With a crisp snap, the two passed by each other. The Butcher took two steps forward, his face twisted in pain, eyes bulging, then his body went limp and he collapsed to the ground.

In an instant, the entire fighting hall fell silent...

Chapter 004: Shocking Turn!

"Winner: One Punch Bloodspurt, points +340."

The result displayed on the screen mercilessly announced a fact—the Butcher had lost.

The entire fighting hall fell silent in an instant. Every face was filled with all kinds of emotions: doubt, shock, suspicion, disbelief...

The Butcher, with a score as high as 34,527, actually lost like this—and lost to an unknown nobody. How was that possible?

In a corner of the rest area, Quentin King and Edward Brooks each wore different expressions, both with varying degrees of astonishment in their eyes. The experts could see what had happened; they saw clearly how the Butcher lost.

Quentin King's eye twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Edward Brooks, did you see clearly? How did the Butcher lose?"

Edward Brooks stared at the subtitles on the screen and nodded. "When the [Bear Ape Crash] reached its maximum charge speed, One Punch Bloodspurt used the Whip Form of the [Three Forms of Soldier Shape] in a passing move, hitting the Butcher's throat with perfect accuracy—one strike, instant kill!"

"That's right, that One Punch Bloodspurt has sharp eyes and lightning-fast reflexes!" Quentin King took a hard drag on his cigar. "And his Whip Form has reached the level of perfection."

The mastery of a combat skill is divided into three stages: Basic, Proficient, and Perfect.

Even for a basic combat skill like the [Three Forms of Soldier Shape], reaching the Perfect stage is extremely difficult. Many seventh-level, even eighth-level martial artists, are still stuck at the Proficient stage with such basic skills.

A whip as swift as an arrow, shattering stone and breaking gold—this is the proof that the Whip Form of the [Three Forms of Soldier Shape] has reached the Perfect stage. Otherwise, it would be impossible to shatter the Butcher's throat with a single passing strike.