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Chapter 737 - 740: You’ve Lost

Chapter 737: Chapter 740: You’ve Lost

"You’ve lost!"

The always defensive Qin Tian suddenly said this phrase, full of breath, echoing and drifting across the square!

The audience, hearing this voice, instantly held their breath in surprise, staring intensely at the stage above.

They saw Qin Tian first dodge Lei Zhenhu’s fist, then suddenly move in close to Lei Zhenhu, followed promptly by a left punch hitting Lei Zhenhu’s underarm!

Before Lei Zhenhu could react, Qin Tian’s right fist had already thunderously collided with Lei Zhenhu’s right fist!

Bang!

Fists clashed!

Instead of the anticipated shocking scene, there was only—

Lei Zhenhu’s entire body flying backwards, sliding across the stage floor to a far distance, then heavily skidding out of the ring, clumsily tumbling off the stage!

And on the stage above, Qin Tian stood quietly, as serenely as the clouds and the breeze.

Like a master who has just finished walking his dog, standing on a bridge and looking at the scenery.

Silence!

A deathly stillness!

The rowdy crowd instantly quieted!

After a few seconds, the sound of the audience gasping for air followed.

In the surrounding seats housing hundreds of spectators, everyone’s gaze was astonishedly fixed on Qin Tian, some with eyes wide and mouths gaping, unable to close them for a long time.

After more than twenty minutes of fighting, or to be more precise, after more than twenty minutes of Qin Tian "walking the dog," it ended just like that?

One move?

Or one and a half moves?

Qin Tian’s first strike actually knocked the imposing, bulky Lei Zhenhu clean off the stage!

How is this possible?!

But the fact was just so, everyone had seen it just moments ago, Qin Tian had used just one move to send the overbearing Lei Zhenhu tumbling out of the ring in disgrace!

"Damn it! I don’t accept this, you sneak attacked!"

Lei Zhenhu below the stage was now standing up from the ground, his face flushed red with anger, then with a leap, he once again stood on the stage, confronting Qin Tian, unable to contain his fury.

Just now, Qin Tian had embarrassed him to the point of vanishing into the Pacific Ocean.

In front of so many people, the esteemed captain of the Fierce Tiger Team, was taken down in seconds by a young man... If word got out, Lei Zhenhu’s face would be utterly lost!

"Qin Tian, you’re despicable, that last round doesn’t count. I want to fight you again!"

Standing on the platform, Lei Zhenhu glared at Qin Tian and bellowed.

"A sneak attack? You’ve been ’walked’ by me for over twenty minutes, and you call that a sneak attack? Lei Zhenhu, your skin is really a bit too thick," Qin Tian said with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Lei Zhenhu’s face turned awkwardly abashed, his cheeks twitching, his fist clenched, ready to launch another attack at Qin Tian.

"Referee, with so many people watching, are you still going to play dirty? Hundreds are watching, don’t you have any shame?"

Having already defeated Lei Zhenhu, Qin Tian didn’t want to waste more energy on this guy and addressed the referee standing aside.

The referee felt awkward for a few seconds, looked around, and seeing that everyone’s attention was focused here, he sighed and could only announce loudly, "On ring 1, Qin Tian is the winner!"

Wow!

A stir went through the audience seats, people chattering, and immediately all eyes looked at Qin Tian, the previously unknown young man, with newfound respect.

"What’s with this Qin Tian? He just knocked Lei Zhenhu out of the ring with one move; seems like he’s a tough character!"

"Yeah, so young and yet he could so easily defeat Lei Zhenhu. His future must be limitless."

"Heh, you might not know, but I do. Qin Tian was once the captain of the Dragon Soul Mercenary Corps, the leader of the Dragon Soul Five Dragons. In Huaxia’s Mercenary World, he’s a big name indeed. I heard Dragon Soul disbanded, heh, but who would’ve thought that he’s now representing the War Dragon Mercenary Team? Really impressive, he’s bringing glory to the captains of Huaxia’s mercenary teams."

"So young, yet such an old hand in Jiang Hu, huh. He surprised us in the first round by defeating Lei Zhenhu; it looks like he might become a dark horse."

"Absolutely, I just saw him. He didn’t even break a sweat defeating Lei Zhenhu. In the next few rounds, I reckon there won’t be many who can stop him."

"I guess only Lambosky can defeat him now. If he doesn’t run into Lambosky prematurely, Qin Tian could at least finish second."

"Just watch. I think those two from the Dahe Mercenary Team and the Korea Mercenary Team are pretty formidable too."

In the spectator seats, the discussions were flying. On the main stage, Hu Zhengwei, staring at Lei Zhenhu and Qin Tian on the ring, also wore an incredulous expression on his face.

He had not anticipated that the Fierce Tiger Team would end up with a black mark instead of an auspicious opening victory.

Moreover, the one who defeated Lei Zhenhu was the very same Qin Tian that Lei Zhenhu had confidently and arrogantly claimed he would trample underfoot the day before.

This...

Hu Zhengwei cleared his throat awkwardly twice, feeling quite embarrassed and disappointed.

And even more disappointed was Lei Zhenhu. He clenched his fists so tight but hadn’t charged forward when he heard the judge announcing the result. In an instant, he stood there, his face red and ears burning with shame!

"The result has already been announced. If you fight me again, that would be a violation. Your team would be disqualified from the following matches," Qin Tian reminded with a taunting glance as he passed by Lei Zhenhu, who was fuming.

"Qin Tian, you wait for me! The match isn’t over yet!" Lei Zhenhu shouted, his anger making his ’chrysanthemum’ tremble.

"Man, Brother Qin, you really opened my eyes just now. You actually defeated Lei Zhenhu and advanced to the second round, my goodness... War Dragon has earned a point; I’m so envious of you!" Zhao Han came running up to congratulate Qin Tian, his face full of admiration.

"Heh, it was just luck," Qin Tian replied with a modest smile. He always preferred to make a splash with his actions but stay low-key as a person.

"How about you?" Qin Tian asked.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Han awkwardly admitted, "I narrowly lost to Gao Dameng. Alas, my dream of getting a point has been dashed."

Qin Tian reassured, "No worries, if I face Gao Dameng in the next round, I’ll avenge you."

"Brother Qin, it was amazing enough that you won against Lei Zhenhu. Gao Dameng is quite formidable, clearly much stronger than me. If you come up against him, you might not make it past the second round. You can’t be that lucky again..." Zhao Han lamented.

Qin Tian just smiled and said nothing, already heading over to draw lots for the next match.

The eight who had advanced from the first round were once again huddled together for the draw.

And as it turned out, Qin Tian’s next opponent was none other than Gao Dameng, who had defeated Zhao Han.

"Brother Qin, let me tell you, his Leg Techniques are very powerful, and also..."

Seeing Qin Tian draw Gao Dameng, Zhao Han became nervous, thinking that Qin Tian was doomed, and rushed over to share his experience and point out Gao Dameng’s weaknesses.

Qin Tian waved him off, saying, "Brother Zhao, thank you for your kind intentions, but dealing with Gao Dameng, I think, doesn’t need to be that complicated."

Watching Qin Tian nonchalantly walk up to the ring, Zhao Han was speechless, "Brother Qin, aren’t you being a bit too arrogant? Gao Dameng really isn’t easy to deal with..."