Chapter 1981: We won't be over, will we?

On the wide arena, the atmosphere was tense enough to seem to condense into ice.

Only seeing the two like two bolts of lightning crossing and colliding, instantly bursting out fierce sparks.

According to past battle records, compared to the youth before him, Wu Zhong's strength indeed has a certain gap.

They had clashed several times before, but each match ended without suspense, all with Wu Zhong suffering a crushing defeat.

As soon as this duel began, the situation showed a one-sided trend.

That youth was like a tiger descending the mountain, his offensive fierce and violent; as soon as he struck, he firmly controlled the situation, pressing Wu Zhong down tightly.

Under the opponent's storm-like attacks, Wu Zhong struggled to cope, exhausted and completely on the defensive.

However, the youth seemed not to take Wu Zhong seriously, for in his view Wu Zhong was merely a repeatedly defeated underling, not worth a single blow.

Defeating such an opponent was for him as easy as turning his palm, requiring hardly any effort.

So, when attacking he appeared relaxed and even somewhat nonchalant.

But unexpectedly, despite facing a powerful enemy and great pressure, Wu Zhong displayed extraordinary courage and indomitable fighting spirit.

Even after being hit repeatedly by the youth's attacks, he did not retreat at all, not even half a step.

Moreover, as the battle continued, the youth gradually sensed something amiss—Wu Zhong's strength and speed were actually increasing nonstop.

At first, this change was not very noticeable, so the youth didn't pay much attention to it.

But as time passed second by second, the changes in Wu Zhong gradually became clear.

His fists swung faster and faster, with growing force; his footwork became like a ghost's, making him hard to grasp.

The situation that the youth had deemed sure to win unexpectedly began to show a hint of change.

"What on earth is going on? Could this guy have secretly taken a strength‑boosting pill?"

The youth thought to himself, his face unconsciously showing a hint of solemnity.

Everyone began to suspect Wu Zhong might be relying on a pill's power, but it didn't seem so, after all there was no trace of any pill residue.

But this guy's strength just kept rising.

Full of doubts and unable to figure it out, the youth simply stopped thinking and, facing Wu Zhong's punch, shouted angrily.

"Stop it already."

Saying that, he threw a similar punch; the two fists collided violently in mid‑air, the immense force even causing the space to crack.

Only seeing the youth shout angrily and swing out a fierce punch, the wind of his fist howling, bringing a sharp gust.

He secretly thought this punch would surely suppress Wu Zhong in one blow.

However, the turn of events exceeded everyone's expectations.

Just as the fist was about to hit Wu Zhong, the spiritual energy around his body suddenly ignited, instantly becoming violently turbulent.

The youth widened his eyes, his face full of shock as he watched what unfolded before him, his mouth gaping as if he had seen something terribly horrifying.

He muttered in disbelief.

"Break… breakthrough, how could it be possible."

At this moment, time seemed to freeze, and he could not accept this fact at all.

You should know, breaking through a realm in such a fierce battle is practically an unheard‑of miracle.

Not only the youth, but many spectators below the stage were also stunned by this sudden turn, mouths agape.

They stared blankly at the stage, for a moment even forgetting to breathe.

Someone let out an involuntary exclamation.

"Breakthrough?"

This voice sounded especially abrupt in the silent arena.

Yet, at this moment Wu Zhong, who was in the midst of a breakthrough, seemed utterly unaffected, still launching a fierce attack at the youth with a raging aura.

His aura was violently abnormal, yet each strike was precise and ruthless, giving the opponent no chance to catch breath.

Facing Wu Zhong's storm‑like assault, the youth scrambled to dodge while cursing in frustration.

"Madman… is this guy crazy? After breaking through he doesn't care, still wants to keep fighting?"

But no matter how he cursed, Wu Zhong's attacks showed no sign of stopping.

Paying no heed to his own breakthrough, he set his mind solely on brute force—does he really think he's omnipotent?

Looking at Wu Zhong clinging to him like stubborn taffy, the youth suddenly felt a headache, inwardly lamenting bitterly.

This guy has gone utterly mad; doesn't he worry at all that during his breakthrough the surging spiritual power might lose control, trigger a violent backlash, and bring unbearable consequences upon himself?

Yet, astonishingly, Wu Zhong had but one thought: fight to the end, with no reaction whatsoever.

Looking up at the astonishing sight in the sky, everyone present was stunned.

Not to mention ordinary onlookers, even the three Deputy City Lords, Bai Yuan among them, tightly furrowed their brows.

They also saw that Wu Zhong was acting strangely, daring to behave so recklessly.

Could it be that he actually regards himself as Ye Zhangqing?

You should know, when Ye Zhangqing broke through his realm it was like flowing clouds and water, effortless and natural, as simple as eating and drinking.

And what are you, to think you could have such ability?

At that moment, one of the Deputy City Lords showed a strange expression and muttered softly.

"Did we perhaps say too much just now? Look at this kid's appearance now—he really seems to have gone a bit mad from cultivation."

Upon hearing that, the other two Deputy City Lords also exchanged glances, each eye showing a hint of worry.

After all, if their words provoked Wu Zhong into some mishap, that would truly be a loss outweighing the gain.

Fixing his gaze steadily on Wu Zhong on the stage, Bai Yuan tried calling out.

"Wu Zhong."

If this kid really went mad, then at this moment he surely wouldn't hear his own words; if that's the case, then we can only resort to force.

What are you shouting? Could that kid possibly still be able to hear..................

The other Deputy City Lord beside him, seeing this, became even more direct, already intending to strike—given how things are, can Wu Zhong still take in their words?

But just as that Deputy City Lord's words hadn't finished, one saw that Wu Zhong, who had been relentlessly pursuing and fiercely attacking, suddenly stopped his hand movements.

Then he turned around, looked toward Bai Yuan, and said.

"Lord, is there something?"

Huh???

Seeing this, Bai Yuan and the two others were dumbfounded—had that brat actually taken it in? He isn't possessed, is he? How could he possibly still comprehend human speech?

Moreover, just now it wasn't like that—those youths' words, Wu Zhong hadn't absorbed a single sentence, and now he has?