Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin?
Haiyang Sheng froze for a moment, stunned.
On the other side, Evan Lin stood at the base of the ring—then, with a single step, he shot upward in a flash.
When Evan landed atop one of the corner posts, the crowd—still searching everywhere for the mystery guest—finally noticed this suddenly appearing teenager.
He looked a little skinny, with messy short hair and a calm, detached expression. His clothes practically screamed “high school kid,” but the effortless, unruffled aura he gave off made everyone present feel a jolt of surprise.
In an instant, the whole Grand Fist Gym was blanketed by an invisible, overwhelming pressure.
"You?" Tiger frowned, sizing up Evan standing on the post.
Compared side by side, Tiger completely dominated in both height and weight.
In fact, this kid who’d just popped up was even skinnier than One-Punch Ming Hai, whom Tiger had just beaten to death.
Haiyang Sheng had already heard Evan was backed by a miracle-working old doctor, so he figured Evan himself was unusual—but seeing Evan leap up and stand steady atop the post left him genuinely incredulous.
"Holy crap, this is the so-called mystery guest?"
"Sure, his entrance was flashy, but with that build, even if Tiger just stood there and let him hit, he wouldn’t even scratch Tiger!"
"Are the Imperial Grand folks crazy, calling a little guy like this their mystery guest?"
In the stands, plenty of people stared at Evan, gossiping nonstop.
Tiger’s strength had already been proven by eleven straight wins, and now this guy jumping into the ring was basically asking to get smashed—or even killed with one punch!
"I hear you’ve got eleven wins in a row," Evan said, head slightly lowered, eyes clear and sharp as he looked at the mountain-like Tiger.
Tiger’s eyes were icy as he stared at Evan. "I’ll give you ten seconds. Get off my ring. I have zero interest in killing a grasshopper."
Until now, anyone who’d faced Tiger was at least in their twenties. But this kid looked downright baby-faced.
"Grasshopper?" Evan raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Sorry, but that’s not happening. Tonight, you’re the one who’ll be lying here."
You’ll be lying here.
Hearing Evan Lin's words, Tiger narrowed his eyes, then burst out laughing: "You want me lying here? Just you?"
Tiger's gaze turned chilling, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "If you want to play hero, I'll make sure you get what you deserve!"
As soon as he finished, Tiger strode toward Evan. When he got close, he reached out with a giant hand, grabbing straight for Evan's ankle.
As long as he caught Evan, everything else would be easy.
Tiger was sure that a single punch would be enough to end Evan's life.
Evan, who hadn't moved at all until now, finally sprang into action.
Everyone watched as he stepped forward, his foot landing perfectly on Tiger's arm. Evan's face stayed blank as he whipped his leg up for a kick.
His right foot smashed into Tiger's jaw.
The kick was so fast that Tiger didn't even have time to react. Instantly, everyone saw something unbelievable.
Tiger's mountain-like frame—unmoved even when taking Ming Hai's full-force punches—now toppled backward under Evan's single kick!
Bang!
Tiger's massive body crashed onto the ring. Evan landed lightly, tapped the floor with his toe, and in a blur appeared at Tiger's side, face ice-cold, left fist clenched tight.
A faint white mist of qi condensed around Evan's left fist.
"Seven Mysteries Dragon-Elephant Fist, Second Form: Thousand-Catty Jack!"
Evan's eyes flashed coldly as his left fist shot out, slicing through the air with a fierce rush of wind.
Flat on his back, Tiger finally snapped out of it. A surge of mortal danger flashed through his mind. He roared, thrusting out his right hand to catch Evan's fist.
But the moment his palm touched Evan's left fist, Tiger was slammed by an unstoppable force!
Boom!
A powerful shockwave made the entire ring tremble.
Then, for a brief moment, everything went silent.