The fist, swollen slightly from the consumption of the "Dragon Power Pill," now radiated an even more formidable force under the combined power of the pill's effects and the amplitude of the "Ba Ji Bang" combat technique. The resulting gust of wind was so intense that it left the faces of the vast majority of spectators on the stands filled with astonishment—such power would likely be beyond the reach of even seasoned Ba Ji-level combatants with seven or eight-star strength. Gales of wind coalesced around the fist, completely scattering the air before it. As the fist swept through the void, a shimmering, scorching wind trailed behind it, leaving faint silhouettes of its passage. Even before making direct contact with Bai Cheng, the compressed air, driven by the sheer force of the wind, surged violently against the solid, deep-yellow aura armor. A clear, crisp crack echoed as a crater the size of a fist formed on the armor’s surface—yet this crater existed only for an instant, as the rapidly circulating aura instantly repaired it completely. Xiao Yan's punch sliced through every inch of space around Bai Cheng, leaving him with no place to retreat, and thus, the latter could only widen his eyes, filled with fear, watching the massive fist rapidly expand within his field of vision. Under the weight of Xiao Yan's full-force strike, every spectator on the stands lowered their voices and followed the movement of the fist with their eyes. "Boom!" Amidst the collective breath held by the entire crowd, Xiao Yan's powerful fist finally made solid contact with the thick aura-plated armor. At the moment of impact, silence shattered instantly, giving way to a thunderous explosion that erupted from within the battlefield. At that very instant, a surge of force—by far the most intense since the two had begun fighting—burst forth from the point of contact between the fist and the energy-armor. The ripple of vital energy was clearly visible to the naked eye, spreading with remarkable speed—within just a few blinks, it had diffused beyond the battlefield, gradually fading out after reaching several dozen meters away. Unlike in previous instances, which had immediately caused the battlefield to crack and collapse, this ripple remained still for a few seconds before, like a time-delayed bomb, suddenly exploding with devastating force. "Boom!" A few seconds after the ripple had spread, the previously tranquil battlefield erupted as if struck by a bomb. In a matter of moments, the stone plates shattered, spreading wide cracks as thick as a person's arm in all directions, while chunks of stone the size of fists were hurled haphazardly, forcing spectators to scramble for cover. At last, this once-impeccably solid battlefield was completely rendered useless. As the smoke rose, the only area within the battlefield that remained untouched was where Xiao Yan and Bai Cheng stood. Xiao Yan's fist remained pressed firmly against Bai Cheng's aura armor, appearing steady and seemingly weak. Yet as the tremors intensified, the armor grew increasingly translucent and ethereal, revealing that this remarkably resilient defense was on the verge of shattering. A thin streak of crimson blood seeped from Bai Cheng's lips. Though the armor absorbed most of the force, the lingering gusts of wind still inflicted some injury. Gritting his teeth, Bai Cheng glared at Xiao Yan with a furious, cold intensity, desperately channeling the dwindling aura energy within him, pouring it entirely into the armor to restore its solidity. With each effort, the wavering armor grew more tangible. He knew clearly that if the armor dispersed now, the residual aura pressure from Xiao Yan's fist would strike him with devastating force, leaving him severely wounded in an instant. So, even if he fought with his utmost strength, he had to endure! As long as he endured, there was still hope for victory, because he knew that after such a powerful strike, Xiao Yan had likely reached the point of exhaustion—his strength now like a strong bow at its final stage. Now, it would come down to who could endure longer! On the aura armor, energy surged like ripples, rapidly flowing and shifting. Bai Cheng's strength far surpassed Xiao Yan's, and the cultivation technique he had mastered was of mid-tier xuan stage—known for its strong recovery capabilities. For a moment, Bai Cheng seemed to be gradually holding his own. "Hmph, Xiao Yan... cough... It seems even heaven is leaning toward me." Feeling the steadily diminishing force in Xiao Yan's fists over time, a smile broke through the pallor on Bai Cheng's face. His voice was low, strained. "That may not be certain." Xiao Yan slightly raised his head, a cold smile playing on his face. Seeing this expression, Bai Cheng felt a growing sense of unease. As the intensity of Xiao Yan's punches diminished, the sealed space around them began to dissipate. Seizing the moment, Bai Cheng launched a powerful kick straight at Xiao Yan's throat. With his palm pressing down on Bai Cheng's foot, Xiao Yan swiftly shifted his position and landed on a cracked section of floor. Clearly fatigued, Xiao Yan's speed had noticeably slowed compared to earlier. "Hah! Is that it? Are you reaching your limit now? Then what will you do next?" Bai Cheng's eyes brightened at Xiao Yan's pace, yet as he opened his mouth to speak, he suddenly noticed Xiao Yan extending his hand toward him, which only deepened his sense of unease. He immediately shouted in alarm. "Sorry, Bai Cheng, that's it. I'll take your spot on the 'Strong Ranking' list." A cold smile curled at the corner of Xiao Yan's lips. He suddenly grasped Bai Cheng's outstretched hand firmly and said, "Explosion!" As soon as Xiao Yan's voice had finished, the crowd was still somewhat confused when suddenly a deep, resonant explosion rang out. Everyone quickly turned their gaze toward the sound, only to find themselves stunned by the sight of Bai Cheng, whose face had suddenly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. At this moment, the faint aura of ki armor that had previously been subtly visible on his body had completely shattered. The fabric beneath the armor was now torn to pieces, and a vivid crimson mark stood out prominently on his chest, clearly visible under everyone's gaze. The appearance of this wound suggested not an external impact, but rather an internal surge of force—seeming to have originated from within his own body. Pale-faced and struggling, Bai Cheng lowered his head slowly, gazing at the crimson mark on his chest. He had previously sensed a subtle, hidden internal pressure quietly building and erupting within him—this very surge had completely plunged him into a state of serious injury. "Pfft!" "You... you..." A gush of bright red blood erupted, splashing across the already ruined battlefield and staining it vividly. White Cheng's eyes were fixed on the figure a few paces away—Xiao Yan, whose face was also slightly pale—his fingers pointing at him, as if trying to form words, yet he managed to utter not a single sentence. After staggering back a few steps, he finally collapsed onto the viewing platform, caught in a wave of stunned gazes. In the quiet atmosphere, Xiao Yan, clutching his mouth, coughed violently several times. The intense battle he had just endured had drained him greatly, and the use of the Tianhuo Sanxuan Transformation along with the consumption of the "Longli Dan" had further added to his exhaustion. As his tense nerves finally relaxed, his entire body radiated a deep sense of weariness. The quiet was broken by Xiao Yan's coughs, followed immediately by a sudden, thunderous roar of joy. The members of Panmen gasped and laughed with great effort, their high-pitched cries rising in a powerful chorus that soared straight into the clouds. "Roar! Head, excellent!" "Head, you're the best! Oh!" Infused by the frenzied atmosphere of Panmen's members, the spectators on the stands also gently clapped their hands. The thrilling battle that had just unfolded had earned them heartfelt applause, willingly giving their full appreciation to the victor. Huguo and Wu Hao both exhaled deeply at this moment, gazing down at Xiao Yan, nodding in quiet admiration—indeed, he was someone worthy of their unwavering respect, his actions truly stirring the very soul. Xun'er gracefully descended to stand beside Xiao Yan, gently supporting him. Noticing the paleness of his face, she couldn't help but worry, softly asking, "Are you all right?" Xiao Yan smiled, shook his head, and patted Xun'er's head to reassure her that he was fine. As he glanced at the unconscious Bai Cheng, he was about to turn and leave—when suddenly, his expression shifted, and he lifted his head abruptly, fixing his gaze on a particular spot within the arena, where a sharp, commanding presence was spreading outward, gradually enveloping his body. "Who exactly is it among the senior students who doesn't like Xiao Yan? Though currently injured, if Xiao Yan wishes to continue fighting, he will certainly be there to meet them!" His eyes gradually grew colder as he spoke in a calm, detached tone. Staring at the tall man before him, whose presence was exceptionally commanding, with a gaze as cold as ice, Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Lu Qing, the Dominant Gunman?"