Above the arena, Qi Yuan stood against the wind, his figure tall and upright, his heart somewhat exhilarated.
In his first National Martial Arts Competition, he had emerged victorious.
After claiming the championship, he would become famous.
Endorsements, performances, if he wished, they would be incessant.
The trajectory of his life had changed from that moment on.
Yet at that moment, the entire venue of the Martial Arts Competition was bewildered.
"Fire?"
"Where's the person?"
"Blown into a mist of blood?"
"Is this still the Martial Arts I know?"
In the blink of an eye, the battle between Qi Yuan and Zhang Yang had taken everyone by surprise.
At first, Zhang Yang's exploding clothes exhibited brute force, which, although bizarre, was still within the realm of acceptance for the audience.
But later on, what's with the fists catching fire?
Had they brought technology into the arena?
