"Just sit back and enjoy the show. This guy definitely won’t achieve seventy consecutive victories!" The young prince poured a fresh cup of tea and began to drink.

Outside, however, the excitement had reached a fever pitch. Yang Qi had already won sixty consecutive bouts—a tremendous achievement. It was uncertain whether he could continue advancing, but many understood that at this point, the True Martial White Tower would definitely begin to obstruct him. They would not allow Yang Qi to continue his rampage.

"If this kid stops now, he might still save his own life, but if he insists on continuing, he’s undoubtedly courting death," Wang Teng said coldly.

"Exactly," Yan Duo nodded. "The True Martial White Tower started targeting him after he killed the Blood-Handed Butcher. At sixty consecutive victories, his streak is almost certainly coming to an end. Continuing on is a dead end!"

"I don’t think so. I actually have high hopes for this young man from the Star Shining Society," a nearby elder said with a light smile.

"Hmph, your eyes must be failing you!" Yan Duo snorted.

"Heh, we’ll see soon enough whether my eyes are failing me or not!" the elder replied, unfazed.

At that moment, Yang Qi entered the arena. On the other side, another man stepped onto the stage as well.

"It’s Iron Wall! Another expert who has achieved sixty consecutive wins! And this Iron Wall excels at defense. There’s no way Yang Qi can reach seventy victories now!"

"Exactly. Even if he beats Iron Wall, he’ll expend a great deal of his Inner Strength and physical energy, rendering him unable to continue. After all, he has already fought sixty bouts! Although there’s a ten-minute rest every ten bouts, that’s hardly enough."

Many had not expected that the first opponent would be Iron Wall, a man known for his astounding defense. Even if he couldn’t win, he would certainly weaken Yang Qi considerably.

"Hahaha, kid, you’re out of luck! You just killed the Blood-Handed Butcher, and now I’m going to make sure you die here," Iron Wall laughed boisterously.

"Are you also from the Jingnan Royal Mansion?" Yang Qi asked calmly.

"That’s right! Now taste defeat! Chain Fist!"

Iron Wall was not only strong in defense but also had a powerful attack. His robust body was as unyielding as iron, and his blows were incredibly painful. His fists, like iron hammers, transformed into countless afterimages and bombarded Yang Qi. From the very beginning, Iron Wall wasn’t just thinking about defense; he was aiming for victory, intent on killing Yang Qi.

"Fire Fist Skill!"

Yang Qi finally used his Spiritual Power. A single punch shattered all the afterimages instantly. He stood his ground, completely unscathed, while Iron Wall was knocked back.

"Damn it! You were hiding your true combat power? No matter, you’re still going to lose! Shield Strike!"

Iron Wall took two round shields from his back, clenched them in his hands, and smashed them ferociously toward Yang Qi, bursting with vicious power. Such a heavy blow looked like it could crush anything.

"Is that all you’ve got? And you dare talk about killing me? How amusing," Yang Qi scoffed. Condensing his Spiritual Power, he materialized two identical round shields and struck back.

BANG!

A loud crash resounded as the shields collided. Iron Wall was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the stage.

"Got any other tricks? If not, then just wait for death!" A hint of murderous intent flashed in Yang Qi’s eyes.

"Damn it, you forced me to use my ultimate move! Iron Wall!"

His nickname, "Iron Wall," came from his ultimate move. As he channeled all his Inner Strength throughout his body, his skin took on a metallic hue, as if he had donned a thick layer of iron plates. It enveloped him so tightly that only his mouth and eyes were visible, forming a seamless, invincible defense.

Iron Wall was furious. He had wanted to defeat, even kill, Yang Qi, but the moment they clashed, he knew he couldn’t win. His opponent’s attacks seemed simple and were delivered without any emotion, as light and casual as a stroll through a park. Yet, each attack was incredibly powerful. The moment you underestimated him, you had already lost. It was terrifying. Thus, he had to resort to his ultimate move to wear his opponent down. He was extremely confident in his "Iron Wall" defense. Even an Overlord-level expert would struggle to break through it. Even if they succeeded, it would drain them of significant physical energy and Inner Strength, making it easier for the challengers who came after.

"Heh, is that your ultimate move? You don’t really think this can block my attacks, do you?" Yang Qi shook his head. This Iron Wall fellow is incredibly naïve. Of course, against any Martial Artist below the Overlord Level, this technique might work. But against me? This thing is just a natural oven. I excel in Spiritual Fire attacks. Won’t this guy just get roasted alive? Then again, there is another option: a Cold Ice attack to freeze him to death. He’s just a slow-moving target.

Yang Qi decided to use Cold Ice; fire was a bit too gruesome, after all.

"Brace yourself. Here I come!"

Yang Qi smiled and suddenly closed in on Iron Wall, throwing a punch imbued with the terrifying chill of the Ice Condensing Technique.

"Hahaha, you can’t possibly shatter my Iron Wall! Absolutely not!" Iron Wall laughed heartily, brimming with pride.

"I don’t think I need to shatter it," Yang Qi said with a sly smile. "Aren’t you feeling a little cold?"

Only then did Iron Wall feel a bone-chilling cold sweep through his entire body. His Iron Wall technique could defend against physical attacks, but it offered no protection against the penetrating cold. His defense, now frozen, became incredibly brittle.

Yang Qi’s punch sent Iron Wall flying, though he didn’t kill him.

Unlike the Blood-Handed Butcher, Iron Wall specialized in defense and didn’t kill indiscriminately. Occasional deaths were unavoidable, as that was the nature of this place. The Blood-Handed Butcher, however, was different. That man would use any cruel method to kill his opponents, which was why Yang Qi hadn’t spared him.

Even so, Iron Wall was severely injured and had to be rushed away for treatment. Yang Qi’s punch had been incredibly powerful.

The young prince crushed another teacup, a bitter smile on his face as he shook his head. "I actually underestimated him. I thought he was just a brute relying on raw strength, but he’s this powerful. At this rate, he might make it to sixty-eight, or even sixty-nine wins before he’s stopped."

"No way, Your Highness," someone remarked. "Although he defeated Iron Wall, it must have cost him a lot. A move like that looks very draining on one’s Inner Strength and physical energy."

"Exactly, that’s what I think too!"

"Perhaps Your Highness is overthinking it!"

"I do hope I’m overthinking it." This was the first time the young prince felt a sense of dread toward Yang Qi. Before, he had only looked down on him, seeing him as an ignorant youth who was purely courting death by daring to cause trouble here.