Silence echoed over the tent as the fat man collapsed onto the floor. The fat man was covered in his own blood, and was left unconscious on the first floor.
No one expected such a result, and silently wished for the man to get up. However, after a minute passed in absolutely silence, everyone knew that he had been bested.
Tan Ying was the most surprised of them all. His brown eyes had constricted the moment the boy lay his first strike on his partner. The confident smile on the farmer boy, and the killing intent that Bohai had emitted, all came rushing back to him. He finally realized the truth as he watched his friend collapse to the floor.
He was the first to break out of his stupor; ignoring the rules, he rushed inside the match to his friend's side. The referee, who had also been in too much of a daze to end the match, finally raised the white flag upon seeing Tan Ying rush to Ye Feng's side.
'How did this happen?" The referee asked himself.
As he raised the white flag, the crowd in the tent went wild. All of them pumped up with adrenaline at the epic match, were also conflicted because of their earlier betting choice. But none of their screams reached the middle-aged referee's ears. He instead was staring at Bohai, or rather gawking at a monster in a human's skin.
The referee slowly replayed all the previous events in his head. The moment had had declared the beginning of the match, he was sure, that was when he had set Ye Feng's fate in stone.
"If you pull out right now, I'll spare you a beating." Ye Feng had started the match by trying to intimidate his younger opponent. The boy, had spit in response. His saliva ending up on the velvet purple shoe that Ye Feng wore and cherished. "Your dead!" Ye Feng screamed. He rushed towards the scrawny boy, ready to unleash his most sacred weapon.
At once, he released all of his of training and experience. His body began to emit a faint purple color, and he slowly began to become taller and more muscular. All of this happened as he rushed towards the boy.
When he was finally in range, he ruthlessly punched at Bohai. Or, where he had just been. As if he had seen such an unthinkable event happening beforehand, Bohai had dodged out of the way. He had barely moved, and in fact was still still in range of the monster who was Ye Feng.
Bohai had adverted his body slightly to the left before the fat man punched, his dark brown hair swayed from the impact of the powerful punch.
"Now it's my turn." Bohai said with a slight smile.
Positioned at the left of Ye Feng, an open stomach was revealed to Bohai. Ye Feng had fully extended his arm in order to punch the brat who had spit on his favorite shoes, and his short temper had given Bohai an incredible advantage.
With his non dominant hand, Bohai punched Ye Feng's open stomach. It would've been a fatal hit, if not for the thin layer of a faint purple color that enveloped Ye Feng's entire body.
Ye Feng snarled at Bohai, now ten feet away. He had been pushed back by the boy's punch, but nothing had hurt him. "Nobody has ever dealt any damage to me," he growled, "and you won't be the first!" He roared as he rushed towards the boy once again.
However, this time, Bohai wasn't planning on allowing the fat man to do as he pleased. He had underestimated his opponent, which made him rather upset.
There had been times in the past, when he still lived with his family, that he had been scolded many a times for underestimating his opponents. Each time he did so, a harsh beating was delivered upon him by his one and only grandfather. He couldn't even remember the old man's face, but he could remember his harsh way of teaching.
Bohai's black eyes set ablaze as he remembered the past he had fervently tried to forget. He was in the middle of a fight, but he was getting distracted. Which would've resulted in another beating from his grandfather. More images were forcing their way into his head, but a sudden hit to his stomach removed all the bits of his nostalgia within a second.
Before he realized what had happened, Bohai was on the other side of the clearing, his back against the hands of the audience. He coughed, sending blood onto the floor. His eyes rounded with surprise, but he had no time to be shocked. For the gorilla-like Ye Feng was charging towards him once again.
The crowd behind him had supported him from falling, intentionally or not, and he couldn't dodge Ye Feng's blow or else he would end up striking the crowd. Annoyed at the dumb gorilla who was charging head-first towards him, Bohai summoned a power from within, despite promising himself he wouldn't use it.
Unlike Ye Feng, who had used a similar power to envelop himself, Bohai wrapped only his fingers in his almost transparent aura. He raised three fingers against the charging Ye Feng, and before his fist could reach the audience, he dipped forward and striked against Ye Feng's unprepared stomach.
Unlike the first hit, which had only sent Ye Feng flying, this three-fingered hit had rendered Ye Feng useless. He flew to the other side of the room again, but this time he landed on all fours. He was only spared the time to cough five handfuls of blood, before he fell unconscious into the pool of his own blood.