Zhao Fuzhui was ruthless. He laughed loudly and roared at the sky, "I won't repent!" The moment he spoke these words, a thunderbolt cracked the clear sky—divine retribution. Yet Zhao Fuzhui didn't believe in it at all. With unyielding pride, he turned to Gao Liang and said, "Do you really think you can outmatch me now?" At that moment, the great dragon before them snapped its jaws and lowly roared, its presence growing more intense. The final confrontation had begun. Gao Liang was gathering every ounce of energy within himself, then roared, "I have become a god! My momentum is unstoppable—anyone who stands in my way shall perish!" This was truly a force that could lift mountains and overshadow the world, leaving everyone in awe. As for Zhao Fuzhui, he released the remaining energy within his body. From the energy column, it was clear that Zhao Fuzhui's energy surpassed Gao Liang's, who only possessed one-tenth of normal energy. Yet Gao Liang remained undaunted, unyielding, and firmly believed: as long as I wish it, as long as I strive— In Ernest Hemingway's *The Old Man and the Sea*, the old man's declaration—“Man can be destroyed but not defeated”—serves as a hallmark of Hemingway's "hard-han" spirit. Today, this same "hard-han" spirit embodied in our protagonist, Gao Liang, fits him perfectly. Gao Liang neither laments nor complains; even though he currently finds himself at a disadvantage, in a position of relative weakness, he firmly believes: I will never be defeated. Even if I lose, my spirit of battle remains unshaken. Gao Liang's divine resolve is unyielding. He stands independently, self-reliant, and courageously fights for truth, for the cause of human redemption. When Gao Liang's fan-shaped iron palms came charging at Zhao Fucai, he didn't waver at all. For Gao Liang knew that he would have to sacrifice one-tenth of his own energy in a fierce, grueling battle against Zhao, gradually draining both of them—once that was done, Zhao's energy would fall beneath the strength of Gao Liang's two great bodyguards, and then Zhao would no longer have the true strength to continue his unruly, self-serving actions in the world. Yet, by doing so, Gao Liang would instantly descend from a god to a mere mortal, all his divine cultivation reduced to ashes. With no hesitation, Gao Liang decided—he would gladly become a common man, as long as it meant peace for the world and harmony for humanity. Zhao Fucai's devilish, triumphant laughter only deepened the terror in everyone's eyes. Outside the Nankai University football stadium, all the people united in fierce resolve—this monster, more terrifying and evil than any global terror organization, now revealed such cruel malice before their very eyes. The Eastern Dragon roared. As Zhao Fucai's iron palm was about to strike high Gao Liang, the dragon had already made up his mind. He chose to help this steadfast man who refused to yield. From his mouth, the dragon expelled a surge of energy, channeling it into Gao Liang's back. Instantly, Gao Liang felt his three dragon spheres—water, fire, and energy—activated. Indeed, with energy flowing from scarce to abundant, his body grew strong and majestic. His hands suddenly became firm and powerful; his spiritual eyes, capable of seeing far ahead with exceptional penetration. Moreover, Gao Liang sensed that his energy dragon sphere was growing at a rate of 888 to the power of N—already an extraordinary speed. Not only had he been revived, but he had grown stronger and more robust. Now, he had transformed into a steel giant, and his legendary golden fist, which had long lost its potency, was once again ready to shine. As Zhao Fuzhui's scoop-like iron palms came charging toward him, Gao Liang's gathering eyes suddenly noticed that Zhao's movements had slowed down dramatically—his strength was now so gentle, so weak. It was time to act. Gao Liang steadied his feet, closed his eyes, and focused, silently channeling his inner power. "Golden Bell Iron Bodhisattva!" With this, Gao Liang began releasing energy, forming a protective energy shield around himself—like a golden bell encasing his body. "Clang! Clang! Clang!" The three powerful blows struck the "golden bell" with tremendous force, nearly shattering Zhao Fuzhui's eardrums. Yet Gao Liang remained unharmed. As Zhao Fuzhui stared in astonishment, Gao Liang had already launched his decisive attack. At that moment, many people were shouting wildly: "Kill Zhao Fuzhui! Kill Zhao Fuzhui!" "He is a demon! Only by killing him can we achieve peace and tranquility!"... Gao Liang was now fulfilling his duty to uphold justice, eliminating the demon. There would be no hesitation—no mercy, no leniency. Gao Liang raised his massive Jading Fist high, his mouth forming a curved arc—this was the unmistakable sign of his anger. "Ah!" Zhao Fu'ai's eyes were struck by the powerfully forceful, aggressive Jading Fist, instantly knocked out, his eyeballs burst out, blood streaming down his eyelids, transforming him into a true panda-eyed figure. "Great! Great!" many shouted. With his vision completely blurred, Zhao Fu'ai could only wildly kick and strike in desperation. Gao Liang's energy had now fully restored and was even more abundant than before—Gao Liang realized his energy had upgraded. Before the towering, celestial deity Gao Liang, Zhao Fu'ai was no match even to pick up his shoes. He simply kicked and swung wildly, hitting only at empty air. Yet, Zhao Fu'ai seemed to have struck something solid—against the dragon's scales. Eastern Dragon roared in fury, extending a claw, and Zhao Fu'ai was sent flying. "Crack!" he landed heavily on the ground. A large pool of blood spread out, staining a significant area of the ground red. Students from Kyoto University gathered around, murmuring, "He's dead! That's wonderful! That's wonderful!" Pan Jinlian and the group of girls clapped and cheered excitedly—only to feel, moments later, her throat suddenly squeezed. She turned around to see—wow! Zhao Fuzhong, once bloodied and now with fierce fangs, loomed before her, terrifyingly vivid. Many students grew alarmed. "Hah! You're going with me to the afterlife! I'm not sorry to die!" Zhao Fuzhong, though he would have to claim one more life, insisted on not dishonoring Pan Jinlian, but would gladly let her share his fate. This completely enraged our Gao Liang. At that moment, a single leaf drifted down from the sky—a leaf that no one else would have noticed. Yet Gao Liang could make it perform an unexpected miracle. By quietly channeling his inner energy and skillfully directing his mental focus, Gao Liang could freely manipulate objects, guiding the energy to lift and steer the leaf, which then gently floated toward Zhao Fuzhong. Zhao Fu-chou watched the light, drifting leaves with utter indifference. He was firmly pressing his exquisite, top-tier campus beauty, Pan Jinlian, against the throat, and Pan was suffering intensely. All the students were in anguish, weeping. As Zhao basked in his triumph, the leaf, when it came within half a meter of him, suddenly became firm and resilient—like a blade under external force, slicing straight toward his throat. "Ah!" Zhao cried out, his eyes whitening, his neck arcing as his hands, once strong, now weakly released their grip on Pan Jinlian.