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The silhouette that flew out was naturally Zhang Ju.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhang Ju's body described a perfect parabola in the air before crashing heavily in front of Qin Sihai.

Silence!

The entire arena hall instantly fell into deathly stillness as if the air itself had frozen at that moment.

Everyone looked at Qianfan on the platform with faces full of shock, never in their dreams had they imagined that the top instructor of Four Seas Martial Pavilion would be unable to withstand even one round against this blind man and be directly sent flying off the stage.

Zhao Tianjie and all the instructors were also stunned by this scene, struggling to find words.

Even Qin Sihai felt his heart pounding twice as fast when he saw Zhang Ju lying on the ground because even with all his strength, he wasn't confident that he could knock Zhang Ju off the platform with one punch.

What terrifying strength that must be.

Ye Ling'er stood still like a statue, her mind replaying the two punches that Li Qianfan had thrown. If she wasn't mistaken, the technique Qianfan had just used was the 'Dragon' punch from the Dragon Phoenix Fist!

How on earth did this guy train in the Dragon Fist?

And furthermore, the power of the Dragon Fist seemed overly formidable.

"Whoosh!"

After a moment of quiet, an uproar even louder than before burst forth within the hall.

Such commotion, to Zhang Ju lying on the ground, was like a series of punches battering his heart. Without much hesitation, he quickly stood up, but in that instant, he felt a surge of nausea and a bloody taste spread instantly in his mouth.

The taste of blood!

Zhang Ju immediately clamped his mouth shut, forcefully swallowing back the blood that surged up. If he spat out that mouthful of blood in front of so many people, he would have no face left to stay at Four Seas Martial Pavilion.

As he swallowed the fresh blood, Zhang Ju suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his wrist, and when he looked down, his pupils shrank dramatically, and his face instantly revealed an unbelievable thickness.

His wrist had actually been broken!

All of a sudden, Zhang Ju remembered the 'crack' sound when the two fists had collided. At the time, he hadn't given it much thought, but to his shock, Li Qianfan's punch had shattered his wrist.

Shell-shocked!

A useless wrist was a fatal blow to a martial artist, possibly ending any prospects of practicing martial arts for the rest of his life.

As fear spread in his heart, and the pain in his wrist intensified, he looked towards Qin Sihai with a pleading face, his voice trembling, "Master... Master, my wrist seems to be broken!"

Thump!

Qin Sihai's heart skipped a beat and he immediately went forward to examine it. Looking at the severely deformed wrist, he said sternly, "It's indeed broken!"

In an instant, the arena hall fell into silence once more.

Everyone was dumbstruck looking at Li Qianfan; they had never imagined that this seemingly unremarkable blind man was so formidable, with just two punches, not only did he knock Zhang Ju off the stage, but he also crippled one of his hands.

Wasn't that a bit too brutal!

What the fuck??

Not just others, even Li Qianfan himself was taken aback. He had clearly only used ten percent of his strength, so how could the wrist be broken?

Isn't that too weak!!

"Li Qianfan, this was clearly meant to be a friendly spar, so why did you have to cripple Zhang Ju's hand?"

Suddenly, an angry voice erupted from the crowd.

As these words were spoken, many students came to a shocking realization; that's right, it was supposed to be a friendly sparring match, and even the Pavilion Master Qin had said not to be excessively violent. Yet, Li Qianfan had gone so far as to break Zhang Ju's wrist.

The fracture of the wrist could very well affect a martial artist's prospects for their entire life.

More and more students stood up to accuse Li Qianfan, some instructors also raised questioning voices.

In a moment, Li Qianfan suddenly found himself in the eye of the storm, accused wildly by countless people.

Although Ye Ling'er and Zhao Tianjie also wanted to help Li Qianfan, they had been thinking all along about how to protect Zhang Ju and had never considered that Li Qianfan would break Zhang Ju's wrist with a single punch!

For a moment, the two of them were completely blank in mind, standing there dumbfounded, not knowing how to resolve the situation.

Qin Sihai also felt incredibly awkward. He had anticipated that because of their rivalry over 'romantic feelings', their fight would become intense. He thought he would intervene in time should either be in danger but, the fight ended too quickly. He blinked, and the sparring was over.

Zhang Ju lost!

And he lost miserably.

Even though the emergence of such a strong martial artist in the Four Seas Martial Pavilion was definitely a joyous matter for Qin Sihai, the thought of his favorite disciple, whom he had cultivated for many years, being ruined in such a way, still made him feel awful.

Especially under such pressure from many people, Qin Sihai could only turn to Li Qianfan and say, "Li Qianfan, I said earlier that this was a friendly spar, so why did you have to go so hard and ruin Zhang Ju?

Hearing this, Li Qianfan's expression immediately turned serious, and he said, "Pavilion Master, I truly only used a tenth of my strength, but I never expected that Zhang Ju to be so fragile that his wrist would break just like that."

"You..."

Zhang Ju was almost infuriated to the point of coughing up blood by Li Qianfan's words, but as the loser, he had no right to speak.

The victor is always right!

However, Li Qianfan's words had provoked public anger, and everyone thought Li Qianfan was being way too arrogant, not only failing to admit his wrongdoings for causing severe injury but also making such outrageously boastful remarks.

And Qin Sihai was speechless, thinking to himself, 'You call that a tenth of your strength? Isn't that excessive?'

'If you had used your full strength, would you have reduced even me to rubble?'

"Pavilion Master, you must stand up for Brother Ju!"

At this moment, one of Zhang Ju's underclassmen rushed to Qin Sihai, angrily saying, "Pavilion Master, Li Qianfan has completely disregarded your words. It was supposed to be a friendly spar, yet he struck such a vicious blow, and that too when Brother Ju had given him three moves advantage. He's despicable!"

With these words, many students felt there was some reason to them, and soon enough, quite a few joined the ranks of those demanding justice for Zhang Ju.

Instantly, all the pressure descended on Qin Sihai. If this matter wasn't resolved properly, he could easily lose his credibility, but resolving it properly was extremely difficult since he obviously couldn't expel Li Qianfan, could he?
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A martial artist who could break Zhang Ju's wrist with one punch, even if he left the Four Seas Martial Pavilion, would still be a highly sought-after prize for countless other martial pavilions, and moreover, Qin was not willing to simply hand over such an outstanding martial talent to other pavilions, an act that would be sheer foolishness.

"Everyone, don't get agitated. Let's get Zhang Ju to the hospital first. Rest assured, I will handle this matter properly," he said.

Seeing Qin Sihai in extreme difficulty, Ye Ling'er immediately thought of a way to buy time.

"Yes, yes, to the hospital first," said Zhao Tianjie, instantly understanding Ye Ling'er's intent, and quickly agreed.

As Ye Ling'er and Zhao Tianjie were organizing people to take Zhang Ju to the hospital, Qin Sihai heaved a slight sigh of relief, but he didn't relax completely. He needed to think of a way to handle this situation even more perfectly.

He didn't want to give up on either Li Qianfan or Zhang Ju.

Just then, several police officers suddenly entered the competition hall.

"Someone called the police?"

Witnessing this, Qin Sihai furrowed his brows and, with a sharp gaze, surveyed his surroundings, asking.