Supremely Talented Tyrant
Chapter 893 - 892 Finally Arrived

"Please, go ahead!"

As Dong Aiguo's words fell, Hao Jian gestured toward an open space nearby, raising his chin toward Ling Bing.

"Tap!"

After saying this, Hao Jian took the lead and jumped down, landing in the center of the open space, and Ling Bing followed suit, leaping down as well.

The onlookers, seeing Hao Jian so boldly pointing out Ling Bing's inadequacies and even calling him a 'frog in a well,' all looked at Hao Jian with mocking expressions.

Some more outspoken individuals couldn't help but speak out, ridiculing him, "Daring to call our Brother Ling Bing a frog in a well?! Kid, did you forget to bring your brain when you left the house this morning, or did you forget to take your medicine?!"

"Haha! Even if you can defeat us, so what? We were once defeated by Brother Ling Bing ourselves! Your strength, though impressive, is nothing in Brother Ling Bing's eyes. And now, you have the audacity to talk down to him? Haha, utterly arrogant!"

"Fatty, what you're saying is misplaced. Brother Hao Jian, no matter what, defeated us. Instead, we should let Brother Ling Bing settle things for us and make sure the kid gets a taste of military methods!"

"Haha! That's right, that's right! Make him understand what happens when he dares to cross us!"

In everyone's eyes, Hao Jian's defeat was certain. After all, they had all been tormented by Ling Bing in the past and naturally knew just how strong he was.

This guy... should win, right?

Secretary Zhang looked on with some concern at the two facing off in the arena. Though Hao Jian's strength was undoubtedly impressive, a lot of the information he had were just reports—it was unclear where Hao Jian's limits truly lay.

As for Ling Bing, Secretary Zhang had watched videos of him sparring firsthand. In the military district, anyone who faced him in a match ended up being instantly defeated, regardless of the type of challenge.

Although Hao Jian had been impressive today, due to preconceived attitudes, people still instinctively believed—or blindly assumed—that Ling Bing would crush Hao Jian with his overwhelming momentum.

"Bang!"

With the sharp crack of a gunshot, the two, who had been silently standing upright, suddenly widened their eyes. As footsteps rang faintly, Ling Bing wasted no time, moving forward without hesitation toward Hao Jian. Though his expression was blank, it gave off a chilling coldness.

"Zoom!"

Ling Bing's movement was swift, accompanied by a faint whistling sound of air being cut. In just that short span of time, Ling Bing appeared directly in front of Hao Jian, his hand reaching out rapidly. As he extended his hand, his fist formed swiftly, then swung fiercely toward Hao Jian's chest, targeting its weakest point.

At the same time, his left hand subtly reached behind his back, palm tightening slightly before swiftly sliding toward the vicinity of his waist. One overt move, one covert—hidden within was a killing strike!

"Saying you're a frog in a well, and you still don't believe it? Then I'll show you the meaning of true strength!"

Watching Ling Bing's movements, Hao Jian's face immediately turned icy cold, his lips curling into a sneer. He suppressed his strength to fifty percent—if he unleashed his full power, he might instantly defeat Ling Bing entirely, but doing so would eliminate the fun.

Hao Jian wanted to see, under evenly matched conditions, who was truly stronger between the two!

Observing Ling Bing's technique, Hao Jian instantly realized it was a Close Combat technique. Once entangled with an opponent, its power could be overwhelming, making escape nearly impossible.

Since that was the case, Hao Jian was absolutely not going to give Ling Bing any opportunity to utilize his move. His left foot tapped the ground lightly, and his figure shot backward rapidly.

At the same moment, just as the tip of his left foot touched the ground, Hao Jian's right foot stealthily stretched out, aiming directly for Ling Bing's abdomen. Comparing reach—hands versus feet—feet are undoubtedly longer. If Ling Bing kept up his current motion, his fist wouldn't land on Hao Jian but would hit empty air, while Hao Jian's foot would strike him in the abdomen.

In such a scenario, Ling Bing naturally wouldn't allow Hao Jian to succeed. To have claimed the title of number one expert in the military district was already an affirmation of Ling Bing's own strength. Although he might not be stronger than Hao Jian in his prime, the current Hao Jian had already suppressed his power to match Ling Bing's level.

Given this even playing field, Ling Bing certainly wasn't weaker than Hao Jian. He stomped both feet fiercely on the ground and surged forward explosively, sending a barrage of punches toward Hao Jian.

This densely packed rainstorm-like barrage might be effective against others, but against Hao Jian, it felt slightly powerless.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

Relying on his remarkable speed, Hao Jian's steps opened up into quick strides. As his figure darted and flickered, Ling Bing felt dizzy just trying to keep up. At certain moments, he nearly lost track of Hao Jian's tempo. Once he lost rhythm, Hao Jian would find a chance to defeat him outright!

Ling Bing attempted to land hits on Hao Jian; however, Hao Jian proved slipperier than a loach. Every time Ling Bing predicted his fists would connect, Hao Jian's subtle bodily adjustments or tilts caused his strikes to graze harmlessly past Hao Jian's hairline or clothing instead.

"Thud…"

Amid his frenzied assault, Ling Bing forgot to watch his footing, accidentally stepping on a rock and slipping slightly.

Under normal circumstances, this might not have mattered much, but now, in the midst of battling Hao Jian, any minor mishap could tilt the entire fight into one-sided domination.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Ling Bing's slip didn't escape Hao Jian's observation. Immediately, he bent low, supporting himself with his hands planted on the ground as his legs relentlessly attacked Ling Bing's feet. The ferocious onslaught left Ling Bing momentarily flustered.

Exploiting an opponent's vulnerability is the key to quickly resolving a fight. Once someone falters due to a slip-up that creates weak points, you must capitalize on it fully—otherwise, the opportunity would be wasted.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ling Bing, being a seasoned fighter, quickly adapted following his initial panic. He rebuilt his defense swiftly, even managing to strike back intermittently during his defensive maneuvers.

It was this recovery that disrupted Hao Jian's rhythm, forcing him to step away lightly, retreating from the battle range.

"You do have some skills."

At this point, Hao Jian, operating at half strength, found it difficult to overwhelm Ling Bing completely. Unless he could exploit another weakness or fully unleash his power, resolving the fight would be challenging.

But Hao Jian had no intention of doing so yet. He wanted to play around with Ling Bing for a while longer—before ultimately crushing him with irresistible power to show him that in this world, there is always someone stronger!

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Ling Bing's counterattacks gained pace quickly, but after some time, he was once again suppressed by Hao Jian. Each punch Hao Jian threw, each kick he swept, brushed dangerously close to Ling Bing.

Every near-miss carried force that Ling Bing could tangibly feel—faint stings that hinted at incoming pain. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before Ling Bing was inevitably defeated!

"If this keeps up, defeat is unavoidable—I have to use my ultimate move!"

Feeling increasingly endangered, Ling Bing's expression shifted. One hand clenched into a fist, quietly gathering force. Moments later, he launched his attack aimed squarely at Hao Jian's chest.

Hao Jian raised his hand to block the strike, but for some reason—whether his arm weakened or something else—the block was broken, leaving his chest completely exposed to Ling Bing.

"What a golden opportunity!"

Spotting the glaring opening, Ling Bing's eyes widened fiercely. Without hesitation, he extended both fists, pulled back strongly, and packed tremendous force as he drove his punches brutally toward Hao Jian's chest!

"Overlord Fist!"

This was Ling Bing's most formidable technique—once unleashed, the target was either dead or severely injured! Ling Bing's attack series was executed with lightning speed, compressed into an instantaneous blitz combination.

Watching Hao Jian fail to evade, with his arms still outstretched and unable to defend, Ling Bing's attack seemed unstoppable...

"Ah!"

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