He rose from his seat and walked slowly down the steps.
"Your Excellency!"
When Luke Lu announced Victor Frost as the winner, Shawn Shi instantly slumped in defeat. Now, seeing Evan Lin suddenly stand up, he jumped in shock.
He called out, but Evan Lin didn’t respond. All he saw was the slender figure of a teenager, descending the steps at a slow pace, heading for the edge of the Beast Arena.
"Holy crap! We won!"
"Hahaha! We won!"
A few guys nearby who'd just won, ecstatic and teary-eyed, had barely started cheering when they suddenly felt a chill—like the air around them had dropped several degrees.
They turned and looked at the teenager beside them.
Evan Lin’s eyes were cold and distant. From above, he stared down at Luke Lu, one hand gripping the arena railing.
Then, he vaulted over the railing.
The teenager’s figure arced through the air, landing in the arena, and he walked calmly toward Luke Lu.
"Who is that guy?"
"What’s he trying to do?"
"Is he seriously going to challenge Luke Lu?"
On the stands, everyone stared in shock at the sudden appearance of the teenager.
Yvonne Zhu’s jaw dropped. "Is he just going to throw his life away?"
Just now, when Luke Lu struck, that punch left a deep impression—its power was terrifying.
Yvonne Zhu couldn’t figure it out—how did Evan Lin dare to step down there?
Bryce Gu didn’t say a word; he just watched, deep in thought.
"Hmm?" Luke Lu heard the commotion, turned, and squinted at Evan Lin. "You again?"
"Hand over the Drunken Cloud Plum and I’ll let you live."
Evan Lin spoke calmly.
"This match is over! If you want the Drunken Cloud Plum, trade your points for it! Or are you trying to break the rules of my Beast Arena?" Luke Lu glared at Evan Lin, his voice booming across the crowd.
"Your rules? You don’t even follow them yourself, and now you want to bind me?" Evan Lin shook his head, too lazy to argue, and walked straight ahead.
"Courting death!" Luke Lu snorted, and as Evan Lin drew near, he swung a fist right at Evan’s face.
Evan Lin raised his left hand, turning his fist into a finger, and tapped the tip of Luke Lu’s fist with his fingertip.
A thunderous boom echoed out.
Luke Lu’s face changed wildly. He flung Victor Frost aside with one hand and retreated at lightning speed.
The entire ground collapsed, rubble jutting everywhere.
"What the hell?!"
"Did I see that right? He forced Luke Lu back with just one finger!"
A few people who’d seen it clearly stared, eyes wide.
Evan Lin brushed away the dust in front of him with one hand, his gaze indifferent.
"Who the hell are you?" Luke Lu demanded, staring at Evan Lin, suspicion and shock in his eyes.
That punch—he hadn’t used his full strength, but he’d still felt the force in the boy’s fingertip.
It wasn’t like fist force or palm force, but a kind of incredibly tough energy, all concentrated and exploding from the fingertip, its power multiplied.
And that’s exactly what happened.
Evan Lin hadn’t even broken through to Foundation Establishment yet—all he relied on was the true qi coursing through his body. Compared to so-called inner force, this true qi was even tougher. Plus, he could gather all the energy in his body to one fingertip and unleash it in an instant—a move most people couldn’t even dream of controlling.
But for Evan Lin, it was nothing difficult.
Dust floated in the air.