Chapter 812: I Punched Open the Heavens

In the second match, Miss Luo Quan's opponent, realizing he was no match for her, stepped onto the arena and immediately conceded.

The reason he hadn't conceded beforehand was mainly because he wanted to ask Miss Luo Quan for an autograph in person.

That's right, this contestant was also a fan of Miss Luo Quan.

Knowing full well he couldn't win, he decided not to fight his idol; wouldn't it be better to just get an autographed photo?

And Miss Luo Quan had never refused such a request.

This time, no one claimed there was any match-fixing, because before the match, no one had favored Miss Luo Quan's opponent; the predictions were entirely ten-to-zero.

Having successfully advanced to the quarterfinals, Miss Luo Quan's next opponent was none other than Vanovm Weiqi, who had eliminated Daoist Yu Ting.

The news of Daoist Yu Ting's elimination also trended domestically.

While a group of netizens felt it was a pity, they also began cyberbullying Vanovm Weiqi.

They felt that since Daoist Yu Ting had already lost the ability to resist, Vanovm Weiqi's decision to continue attacking was clearly an attempt to beat him to death.

If the referee hadn't intervened in time, Daoist Yu Ting would likely have suffered more than just minor injuries.

However, some netizens stepped forward to explain that in combat sports, finishing moves are quite normal.

Because contestants must ensure they defeat their opponent, they naturally have to strike with heavy force.

Unless the gap in strength is massive or the contestant is extremely confident in their own abilities, they will almost always follow up after knocking their opponent down.

It can only be said that the referee's level was very high; he saw at a glance that Daoist Yu Ting could no longer fight, so he prevented Vanovm Weiqi from causing secondary damage.

But one cannot say Vanovm Weiqi was the one in the wrong because of this.

The logic was indeed sound, but not many netizens understood the rules of combat sports.

Moreover, Daoist Yu Ting was quite handsome and had many female fans.

So, when encountering such a situation, they couldn't necessarily be particularly rational.

Under these circumstances, Vanovm Weiqi was cursed until he trended, and some even bypassed the firewall to leave abusive comments on Vanovm Weiqi's Twitter.

Seeing this, Daoist Yu Ting applied for a Weibo account overnight, wanting to call for an end to the fans' behavior, but unfortunately, the new account had almost no followers, and posting was as effective as not posting at all.

In the end, he contacted Miss Luo Quan and asked her to help speak up, which finally calmed things down.

However, Vanovm Weiqi was cursed nonetheless, and quite severely at that; his most recent tweet had gained thousands of comments, all of them cursing him.

Vanovm Weiqi was no gentleman either, and he directly tweeted a retort:

"Sick man."

For the Chinese people, this was absolutely a reverse scale that could not be touched.

The news reached home, and the pot instantly boiled over.

Vanovm Weiqi's name naturally trended again.

Previously, he was cursed by the "fan circle" sisters, but this time, he was cursed by the entire internet.

It's just that when cursing Vanovm Weiqi, everyone felt a bit guilty deep down.

Because, after all, they were the ones who had provoked this, and the man had been cursed for no reason.

Although the wording of his retort was certainly excessive, the comments on Twitter cursing Vanovm Weiqi's family were equally excessive.

In short, the netizens were truly in the wrong.

Just as this matter was being noticed by the relevant authorities and threatening to escalate into international news, a reversal occurred.

Several big shots investigated and found that many of those cursing in Vanovm Weiqi's comment section had just changed their names to Chinese ones.

Looking through their past tweets, they were all in Korean.

The truth was now clear: the main force cursing Vanovm Weiqi was actually Koreans in disguise.

Although there were Chinese people involved, they were ultimately in the minority.

In other words, it was Korean netizens who were sowing discord, and then letting China take the blame.

Once this news came out, the netizens were filled with righteous indignation and collectively bypassed the firewall to curse these petty people who sowed discord until they were battered and bruised.

However, after the cursing was over, Vanovm Weiqi had no intention of deleting the "Sick man" tweet.

According to him, East Asia wasn't just China.

This statement clearly couldn't satisfy the netizens, but there was no particularly good way to deal with it.

Tracing this matter to its source, the problem ultimately lay on their own side.

What was even more uncomfortable was that the man had openly and honestly defeated Daoist Yu Ting without using any tricks—it was a pure crushing of strength.

What couldn't be won back in the arena couldn't be won back outside of it either.

So, when the netizens wanted to help, their words lacked confidence.

But the good news was that he was about to face Miss Luo Quan next, and the netizens were looking forward to Miss Luo Quan teaching him a harsh lesson and making him apologize for his previous remarks.

The fight had to happen, but Miss Luo Quan felt that those "fan circle" girls back home were truly outrageous.

A perfectly good competition had to be turned into a complete mess.

Unable to sleep, she posted an update:

"Please be rational when chasing stars; even if you can't be rational, please use your brains."

Although she didn't name names, everyone knew Miss Luo Quan was dissing those "fan circle" girls.

And this time, those people didn't strike back at her as heavily as they had at Vanovm Weiqi.

In reality, they were all bullies who feared the strong; how could they dare to open their mouths? Miss Luo Quan's tens of millions of followers across several platforms were not just for show.

Although they weren't in the right, the match against Vanovm Weiqi still had to be fought with style.

Nowadays, few people used such vocabulary to curse Chinese people, and she couldn't let this unhealthy trend grow.

Two days later, the quarterfinals began.

The first match of the fifth round: Vanovm Weiqi versus Miss Luo Quan.

While the match was still in the commercial stage, the viewership had already broken the record since the start of the tournament, with over 30 million viewers globally.

Although the actual number certainly wasn't that high, the "water" wasn't as great as one might imagine.

This match was hailed as a battle of dignity for Chinese netizens, and everyone was counting on Miss Luo Quan to dampen Vanovm Weiqi's arrogant spirit.

As for the European netizens, they were completely one-sided in their support for Miss Luo Quan, because they didn't care for Vanovm Weiqi either.

Looking at the situation, Vanovm Weiqi was in a do-or-die battle, and he was at an absolute disadvantage in terms of public opinion.

But it is worth mentioning that the betting odds between him and Miss Luo Quan were actually fifty-fifty.

Which meant the bookmakers felt there was no difference in strength between the two.

As for Vanovm Weiqi's strength, Miss Luo Quan herself didn't know; she would have to fight him to find out.

Daoist Yu Ting had warned her before the match that this man's recovery ability was extremely outrageous and required special caution.

Carrying the eager expectations of the people, Miss Luo Quan entered the arena, greeted by cheers that sounded like mountains collapsing and seas roaring.

Ever since Sir Flair was defeated, she had become the only hope in the hearts of British netizens; now, performing on the main stage, her popularity was naturally explosive.

In contrast, when Vanovm Weiqi appeared, it was dead silent; not a single person cheered for him.

This situation made Vanovm Weiqi sneer: "I wonder if these spectators will be as silent as they are now when they see you miserably defeated later?"

Miss Luo Quan replied helplessly: "You really don't need to be so hostile; it's just a friendly sparring match, stop when it's enough."

She actually wanted to reason with Vanovm Weiqi, but the other party seemed accustomed to being overbearing:

"Stop when it's enough? Everyone who comes here to compete has signed a life-or-death waiver; don't you think that's naive?"

"I was mainly thinking for your sake," Miss Luo Quan said truthfully.

However, this sentence completely enraged Vanovm Weiqi: "Do you mean you can control the outcome of the match at will?"

Miss Luo Quan didn't answer, but the confidence in her eyes had already answered everything.

"You will pay for your arrogance later." Vanovm Weiqi's expression turned ferocious, and he took off his leather jacket.

With a dull "thud," the leather jacket fell onto the sand and sank in; it looked to be at least fifty pounds.

That wasn't all; his belt, wrist guards, leg guards, and vest were all weighted training gear, adding up to probably over two hundred pounds!

"Rock Lee, is it? Doing weighted training every day?"

Miss Luo Quan complained, but deep down, she felt this was truly a great way to show off.

And it was the high-class kind of showing off, too.

If she had the chance in the future, she could try it herself.

But for now, Vanovm Weiqi's performance was enough for her to put away her cavalier attitude.

"Does that mean you were wearing all this during your previous matches?" Miss Luo Quan stepped back two paces, opening up some space.

"What, scared?"

Vanovm Weiqi chuckled: "It's not too late to concede now."

Miss Luo Quan was expressionless: "I return those words to you; it'll be just as not too late if you concede halfway through the fight later."

"Big talk." Vanovm Weiqi arched his body, then launched himself, rushing toward Miss Luo Quan wrapped in a gust of wind.

His attacks had no specific style; they were simple combination punches paired with kicks, wide open and closing, with astonishing speed and power.

However, Miss Luo Quan could still handle this level; she blocked dozens of Vanovm Weiqi's consecutive punches, her defense practically watertight.

"I can even catch bullets," Miss Luo Quan chuckled, feeling a bit proud.

But Vanovm Weiqi didn't step on her toes; instead, he took a deep breath of oxygen, pushing the speed of his punches to a new level.

The whole scene suddenly turned into the scene from the movie where Master Ip and Master Hung fought with fast punches on a table.

And the speed of their punches was even a notch faster than in the movie, almost turning into afterimages.

Under Vanovm Weiqi's such fierce attack, Miss Luo Quan also gradually furrowed her brows.

This man's endurance was a bit outrageous; he had been doing intense anaerobic exercise for so long, yet not a hint of fatigue could be seen.

No wonder Daoist Yu Ting said his recovery ability was astonishing.

On Vanovm Weiqi's side, he was also screaming "what the hell" in his heart.

This fierce attack of his would have made even the toughest ascetic monk of the Holy See wince in pain.

Even if he couldn't break through her defense, the pain in his hands was absolutely impossible to ignore.

Yet this delicate-looking world's most beautiful woman hadn't even blinked an eye until now.

And every punch he threw felt like hitting a copper wall or an iron barrier.

This woman was as hard as if she were made of steel!

After continuing the attack for another half minute, Vanovm Weiqi took the initiative to jump back several steps.

All the spectators finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The rhythm of the punch-for-punch exchange was simply too suffocating; as long as the contestants didn't stop, they held their breath along with them.

If they had fought for a while longer, the spectators would probably have stopped breathing before the contestants did.

And Miss Luo Quan, who finally got a chance to rest, shook her slightly sore wrists, thinking this man's strength was truly great.

Facing so many experts before, only the guard at her grandfather's house had made her feel his strength was astonishing; she hadn't expected to encounter another one today.

Sure enough, after the spiritual energy recovery, everyone was born with divine strength.

But if that was all, it was far from enough.

And Vanovm Weiqi clearly knew this too.

Just taking off the weighted gear wasn't enough to defeat Miss Luo Quan; he reached behind his back and pressed something, as if turning on an instrument.

Subsequently, his muscles began to twitch all over, as if he had been electrocuted.

"What kind of black technology is this?" Miss Luo Quan saw the clue and felt a bit puzzled.

But the next second, Vanovm Weiqi exploded with speed far exceeding before, throwing a punch at her head.

Miss Luo Quan couldn't dodge in time and was sent flying, sliding several meters on the ground.

"Oh no, Luo Bao is going to be disfigured."

"Don't let that happen."

"Where is the referee? Why isn't he intervening?"

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The fans watching the live stream were instantly panicked; if they hadn't been so far away, they would probably have already jumped into the arena to help.

But the actual situation wasn't that serious; Miss Luo Quan had blocked the punch with her hand.

However, the force was indeed great, and she had been sent flying due to carelessness.

The scene was indeed very messy, but she hadn't suffered any injuries; she did a carp-leap on the spot and stood up.

Seeing Miss Luo Quan still smiling and with no scars on her face, the fans finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as she wasn't disfigured, that was fine; this face was too precious to withstand even the slightest bump.

"Very good, you are qualified for me to go all out."

Miss Luo Quan looked at Vanovm Weiqi and said with a smile.

"Go all out?" Vanovm Weiqi was stunned. "Does that mean you were holding back just now?"

"Pretty much; it's a habit of mine to hold back when sparring with others. I have to test the opponent's strength clearly before deciding how much force to use, otherwise, it's easy to cripple or injure others."

After Miss Luo Quan finished speaking, the spiritual energy in her body surged, and she directly opened the second gate, the Gate of Rest.

"This punch has twenty years of cultivation; let's see if you can block it."

Just as the word "it" left her mouth, Miss Luo Quan turned into a white light and rushed in front of Vanovm Weiqi, landing a punch squarely in his chest.

Vanovm Weiqi flew backward like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of yellow sand on the ground.

In the referee's eyes, this punch had directly decided the outcome.

Because Vanovm Weiqi, lying on the ground, already had blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and he lay on his back as if he had lost the strength to continue fighting.

"The winner of this match is..."

Just as the referee was about to announce Miss Luo Quan's victory, Vanovm Weiqi roared: "I haven't lost yet!"

After saying this, he crawled up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Being stubborn is useless; you've already lost." Miss Luo Quan furrowed her brows; she was afraid that if they kept fighting, Vanovm Weiqi would end up in the ICU.

"You can't kill me."

Vanovm Weiqi's expression was quite calm, as if he were stating a fact. ===== CHAPTER 813 =====