150: One defeat! You owe me a full penny!

"The ninety-eighth!"

Following the referee's shout, another student from Wanhao Academy was thrown off the arena like a dead dog.

Qin Lang stood in the center of the arena, not even a corner of his clothes ruffled.

Down below the arena, Gao Meng, having produced a massive red cloth from somewhere, yanked it away violently.

A jet-black plaque was suddenly revealed, with four gold-plated characters carved in a flamboyant, calligraphic style— "Wanhao Loser Academy".

"Listen up!"

Gao Meng held the plaque high, his raspy voice ringing throughout the entire venue.

"If after the one-hundredth challenger, that so-called 'King of the Arena' of yours at Wanhao is still playing the coward, I will personally hang this plaque at your school gate!"

"From now on, don't call yourselves Wanhao Academy anymore; wouldn't 'Wanhao Loser Academy' sound so much better!"

This extreme humiliation instantly ignited the scene.

The students of Wanhao Academy were trembling with rage, their eyes bloodshot.

This wasn't an arena challenge; this was clearly desecrating the ancestral graves of Wanhao Academy!

The immense pressure of public opinion, like a great mountain, weighed heavily upon Wei Hong in the backstage lounge.

He knew he could no longer hide.

"Wei Hong! Wei Hong!"

Amidst the expectant shouts, Wei Hong walked out of the tunnel, his face gloomy.

He wore a costly, shimmering battle suit, and with every step he took, the Fourth-Tier Primal Energy fluctuations on his body grew stronger.

"It's Senior Wei Hong! He's finally out!"

"Senior, beat that arrogant brat to death!"

The Wanhao students, as if seeing a savior, erupted into earth-shattering cheers.

Wei Hong leaped onto the arena, staring coldly at Qin Lang, just about to say a few words of posturing.

"Hold on!"

A sharp shout suddenly came from mid-air.

Jin Yao and Cheng Ye rose into the air, hovering above the arena, looking down at Wei Hong from above.

"Wei Hong, you still have the nerve to come out?"

Jin Yao's voice, amplified by Primal Energy, clearly spread for several miles around.

"Back in the Underground Cave Secret Realm, when you were surrounded and slaughtered by the Demon Race, you begged us to save your lives like dogs!"

"To survive, you promised to pay 30 million biological energy each, but as soon as you came out, you reneged on your debt!"

"Is this your so-called elite academy? Is this your so-called King of the Arena?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Olympus students, who had long been lying in wait among the crowd, pulled down the tarps surrounding the arena in unison.

A dozen huge display boards were instantly revealed.

They were plastered with screenshots of the battle from that time, text transcripts of Wei Hong and the others begging for help, and even projections of the written agreements made by both parties.

The Wanhao students, who had been cheering just moments ago, were instantly silenced like ducks whose necks had been grabbed.

The entire venue was in an uproar.

Countless gazes of contempt and skepticism pierced Wei Hong on the arena like sharp swords.

Wei Hong's complexion instantly turned uglier than a pig's liver.

The heroic entrance he had originally intended to create was completely ruined.

"Hmph! Nonsense!"

Wei Hong took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"I have been in secluded Cultivate for the past few days and knew nothing about what was happening outside, so how could there be any talk of reneging on a debt?"

As he spoke, he took out a black gold card and casually tossed it to Qin Lang.

"This is the 30 million I owe; take it!"

"As for the others' money, that is their own business; what does it have to do with me?"

This move of sacrificing the rook to save the king was played quite smoothly.

Qin Lang caught the flying card between two fingers, a mocking arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Wei has certainly distanced himself cleanly."

He casually tossed the card to Jin Yao below the stage and then held up one finger.

"Since you've come out, let's play something more interesting."

"For the total debt of 240 million, if you can last one minute under my hands, this debt will be wiped clean!"

Qin Lang's voice suddenly rose, carrying an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world.

"Not only that, I, Qin Lang, will personally pay you an extra 100 million!"

"But if you lose, you will pay the debts for the remaining seven people!"

Boom!

Once these words were spoken, the entire venue boiled over.

A freshman actually dared to say such things to a Fourth-Tier Expert?

Last one minute?

What utter contempt!

Wei Hong laughed out of extreme rage, the killing intent in his eyes surging.

"Good! Very good!"

"Since you are courting death yourself, then I shall fulfill your wish!"

"Forget one minute; I can cripple you in ten seconds!"

Before the words had even faded, Wei Hong's figure had already exploded into action.

"Rock-Crushing Fist!"

He held nothing back, using a lethal move right from the start.

Earth-yellow Primal Energy wrapped around his fist, carrying the terrifying momentum to split mountains and crack rocks, heading straight for Qin Lang's face.

The "True Intent" lock of a Fourth-Tier Expert made the surrounding air become viscous.

However, Qin Lang's figure swayed slightly like a phantom.

Swoosh!

Wei Hong's powerful and heavy punch smashed directly into empty air.

"Is that all you've got?"

Qin Lang's voice sounded eerily behind him.

Wei Hong turned abruptly, his fists launching out like a violent storm.

The sky was filled with fist shadows, each capable of shattering massive boulders.

But in the face of Qin Lang's unpredictable "Divine Shadow Without Trace" movement technique, all of Wei Hong's attacks felt like they were hitting cotton.

He couldn't even touch a corner of Qin Lang's clothes!

"Dodging? Let's see how long you can keep dodging!"

The more Wei Hong fought, the more anxious he became, his mentality completely collapsing.

Time passed second by second.

Watching Qin Lang's leisurely demeanor, Wei Hong felt like a clown being toyed with.

"Ten seconds left."

Qin Lang suddenly stopped and said calmly.

"Game over."

He stopped dodging and stood quietly in place, watching Wei Hong charge over.

"Go to hell!"

Wei Hong was overjoyed at the sight, his Primal Energy surging crazily throughout his body, gathering on his right fist.

This punch was the Peak of his life's cultivation!

Even a true Fourth-Tier War Sect Master would not dare to take it head-on!

However, Qin Lang just slowly raised his right hand.

Zzzzt!

A blinding bolt of lightning exploded in his palm.

The violent power of thunder instantly condensed, transforming into a giant hand wreathed in lightning.

Ultimate Battle Technique — Thunder Prison Divine Punishment!

"Scram!"

With a low shout from Qin Lang, the giant lightning palm slammed out with a boom.

There were no flashy techniques, only the crushing power of absolute strength!

Boom!

The moment fist and palm collided, a thunderous roar echoed through the sky.

Wei Hong's Fist Intent, which he was so proud of, crumbled instantly before the thunder like it was made of paper.

Crack!

The crisp sound of breaking bones made one's scalp tingle.

"Pfft!"

Wei Hong's eyes bulged, and a mouthful of blood sprayed out wildly.

His entire body was like a kite with a broken string, flying backward more than ten meters before slamming heavily onto the concrete ground below the arena.

The ground cracked, and dust flew into the air.

The entire venue was dead silent.

Everyone stared with wide eyes, as if they had seen something unbelievable.

What just happened?

One move?

Did he really only use one move?

Qin Lang looked down at the timer on his wristband.

"Fifty seconds."

His calm voice echoed across the silent plaza.

"It seems Wanhao's King of the Arena is nothing more than this."

Wei Hong struggled to get up, but the excruciating pain from his right arm made his vision go black.

He lost.

Completely and utterly lost.

Under the gaze of countless looks of contempt, shock, and mockery, Wei Hong felt as if his skin had been viciously torn off and ground underfoot.

"Pay up."

Qin Lang reached out his hand from above.

Trembling, Wei Hong took out a stack of cards from his pocket, which he had just collected from the others.

The moment he threw the cards, his heart was bleeding.

Not only did he lose the money, but he had also lost all face.

"Work's done!"

After confirming the amount was correct, Qin Lang waved his hand.

"Brothers of Olympus, withdraw!"

Amidst the cheers, Qin Lang, like a victorious general, led everyone away.

Leaving Wanhao Academy in a mess.

Supported by a few of his followers, Wei Hong fled the scene in a panic like a stray dog.

Returning to his exclusive training room, he shoved everyone away and locked the door.

"Qin Lang! Qin Lang!!!"

He smashed the punching bag in front of him frantically, his eyes blood-red.

The shame of today was etched into his bones.

"Pfft!"

Overcome with rage and anxiety, he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Wei Hong stared fixedly at his disheveled self in the mirror, his teeth gnashing together with a rattling sound.

"You just wait..."

"This debt, I, Wei Hong, will sooner or later make you pay with your life!"