“Auto-matching complete. Opponent code: Fighter, points: 63,827. Countdown begins, 30, 29...”

William Clark blinked, inwardly wailing. This optical computer must be malfunctioning—how could it mess with him like this? First the Butcher, and now it’s matched him with Fighter. Can’t it just let him win a couple more rounds?

The entire fighting hall instantly erupted like a powder keg, filled with excited shouts. If the Butcher could barely squeeze into the top 10 of the Starry Sky Fighting City, then Fighter was definitely among the top five.

“Madman! Madman! Madman!”

“The Madman is the real deal!”

“Let that kid see—he only won by luck last time.”

Most of the people in the fighting hall were young. They waved their arms wildly, and some girls even took off their bras, spinning them in their hands—fiery and wild.

In a corner of the lounge area, Quentin King and Edward Brooks stared intently at the floating light screen. With Fighter as the opponent, it couldn’t get any better—just the right chance to test whether this “One Punch Blood Burst” was a dragon or a snake.

Quentin King chewed on tobacco, baring his white teeth. “Edward Brooks, do you think One Punch Blood Burst has any chance of winning with just the [Three Forms of Soldier]?”

Edward Brooks adjusted his glasses and shook his head slightly. “With only the [Three Forms of Soldier], even if all three forms are mastered to perfection, One Punch Blood Burst is bound to lose. Fighter isn’t someone an ordinary martial artist can handle.”

“Haha... now this is interesting, this is really interesting!” Quentin King laughed heartily.

The floating light screen flickered, and the optical computer announced the start of the match. Two figures appeared on the arena stage.

Code: Fighter, points: 63,827.

Fighter was a few centimeters taller than the Butcher, and his build was relatively lean, but anyone familiar with him wouldn’t dare underestimate him. As one of the top five experts in Starry Sky Fighting City—even if it was just the ranking within this particular city—Fighter was already out of reach for the former William Clark.

Having mixed in Starry Sky Fighting City for five years, William Clark had at least heard of all the experts with over ten thousand points, and he had watched many of Fighter’s matches before. This guy was ten times scarier than the Butcher.

“It’s over. This optical computer is definitely messing with me on purpose,” William Clark lamented inwardly. Facing an opponent like Fighter, even if he completed body tempering and energy gathering to become a level-one martial artist, he’d still have no chance of winning!

“Let’s just hope I don’t lose too badly!”

He set his stance again, both arms positioned in front of his chest, one forward and one back—the whip form opening of the [Three Forms of Soldier].

Fighter stared at William Clark, scrutinizing him for a few seconds before saying, “I watched your fight with the Butcher just now. Everyone in the hall thinks it was luck, but I don’t think so. Out of respect, I’ll go all out.”

Damn it, go all out my ass! Can’t you go easy on me just a little?

William Clark cursed furiously in his heart. His pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned his head—only to see Fighter appear ghost-like on his right side, both palms overlapping and striking down, aiming straight for his right shoulder.

Whoosh!

A balloon-popping sound rang out in the air as the overlapping palm wind swept in at high speed, pressing down so hard that William Clark could barely breathe.

First-grade movement technique: Wind Step. First-grade combat skill: Stacked Wind.

“Huh, that’s strange!”

At this moment, what William Clark saw was a completely different scene. What seemed lightning-fast [Stacked Wind] to others appeared at normal speed in his vision, without any of the wind-like swiftness or explosive overlapping energy.

Instinctively, William Clark moved—his left arm whipped out like a lash, aiming for Fighter’s throat, while his right hand pierced between the [Stacked Wind] palms, slashing diagonally at Fighter’s wrist with a knife-hand.

The whip lashed like an arrow, the knife-hand swung like a blade.

In the lounge area, seeing this, Quentin King couldn’t help but slap his thigh. “Brilliant! Using both forms together—whip and knife—both at perfection level. No matter what, our Galaxy Club has to get this One Punch Blood Burst.”

Edward Brooks stared at the light screen. “Even so, it’s not enough to defeat Fighter...”

On the virtual arena, William Clark’s whip and knife forms struck simultaneously.

At that moment, Fighter’s lips curled into a cold smile. Suddenly, both palms withdrew, his steps slid sideways, and his body spun nimbly, flashing to William Clark’s left.

Both knees bent slightly, waist twisted, left fist pulled in, right fist shot out within half a foot’s range—air exploded with a bang. Second-grade combat skill—[Crushing Fist].

On the top floor of Starry Sky Fighting City, a youth in a white uniform saw this and shook his head slightly. “Crushing Fist? The outcome is decided. One Punch Blood Burst is good, but in the end, he’s still a bit lacking.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth’s eyes suddenly narrowed in shock as he saw William Clark on the screen suddenly move...

Chapter 005: Astonishing Comprehension

[Crushing Fist] was unleashed ferociously, and Fighter’s punch landed in a flash. Those with sharp eyes could even see the fabric on William Clark’s left waist pressed into a shallow fist mark by the intense force.

Second-grade combat skill [Crushing Fist]—enough to instantly defeat any level-one martial artist.

At this moment, William Clark on the screen moved, dodging sideways like lightning, his body brushing past [Crushing Fist] as he stepped forward, raised his shoulder, and thrust his elbow.

The muscles in his shoulder and elbow suddenly bulged, his whole body lunging like a bear pouncing on an ape.

[Bear-Ape Slam]!

Bang!