Chapter 132: One Hundred Against One (Part Two)

Basong subconsciously held his breath, staring blankly as Qin Anyi sent the boxers from his own village flying one after another. Whether they were first-tier or second-tier, each one was defeated by Qin Anyi in the exact same manner. No matter how clearly those boxers watched from the sidelines, once they stepped into the arena to face Qin Anyi, they would find to their astonishment that no matter how hard they tried to dodge, they simply could not avoid his inch-power strikes. From beginning to end, it looked as if their own evasive maneuvers were actively guiding them into the path of Qin Anyi’s attacks, perfectly cooperating with him to send themselves flying out of the ring with ease.

Twenty-two... twenty-three... Basong counted silently in his heart. The scene before him was truly beyond his expectations. Qin Anyi was clearly teetering, looking as if he might faint at any moment, yet whenever an opponent appeared before him, he could still defeat them in an instant. It was as if he would collapse onto the ground unconscious the very next second, and yet, it also seemed as if he could persist like this forever.

According to Basong’s original estimation, given that Qin Anyi had not rested after completing his morning’s hellish training, it would have been a miracle if he could defeat even ten boxers. After all, few people would be able to remain standing after such intense training. Yet, unexpectedly, in this very state, Qin Anyi had already defeated over twenty people in a row. Basong could clearly feel that Qin Anyi’s body must have reached its limit long ago; the only reason he was still standing without losing consciousness was the sheer strength of his iron will. But... why could a young man not even twenty years old possess such a powerful will? It defied logic.

When Qin Anyi defeated the forty-second boxer, his spirit finally hit its limit. His body shuddered violently, and instead of calling out "Next," he fell straight to the ground of the arena. The remaining boxers, who had yet to take their turns, exhaled in unison. They looked at each other, all sharing the same sense of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted from their hearts. He had finally passed out. So, he *could* faint after all. To be able to defeat forty-two people in that state—was that guy even human?

"Don't just stare. A few of you, carry him to my house. Go call Doctor Chuanse and bring plenty of restorative tonics." Basong looked at the unconscious Qin Anyi with a complex expression before giving his orders. Watching the boxers carefully carry Qin Anyi out of the arena, Basong let out a heavy sigh and muttered, "He has never experienced life or death, yet he possesses a detachment that transcends it. He has never been stained by blood, yet he shows a ruthlessness that disregards his own safety. And that terrifying, resilient will... Could this young man from the Dragon Riders be the guide on Kong Sha’s path to becoming a Fist Emperor?"

Lost in thought for a while, Basong’s unfocused eyes gradually regained their clarity. He sighed and shook his head, his heart heavy and conflicted. As a father, he did not want his son to tread the path of a Fist Emperor. Every Fist Emperor in history had climbed out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood; it was a path where death was far more likely than life. Basong would rather Kong Sha live a peaceful life, spending his short time in the most ordinary way. Often, ordinariness is the greatest happiness. But Basong also knew his son’s temper all too well, and deep down, he harbored a faint expectation that his son might truly become a Fist Emperor. That was why he felt so conflicted, even panicked and at a loss.

"Children and grandchildren have their own destiny; let him be..." After a long while of aimless thinking, Basong finally whispered this to himself, then walked out of the arena with a bitter look on his face.

When Qin Anyi woke up, it was already past seven in the evening. From finishing his morning training at twelve-thirty to defeating forty-two boxers and finally fainting, less than an hour had passed. He had slept for over six hours straight—a deep, dreamless slumber! During those six hours, subtle, imperceptible changes had been occurring within Qin Anyi’s body. Tiny ribbons of fiery red light bloomed, dimmed, and bloomed again within the layers of his flesh.

When the old village doctor came to check on Qin Anyi’s injuries, he stared at the scars on the young man’s body as if he had seen a ghost, watching them heal at a speed visible to the naked eye! The poor old doctor had lived for eighty years and seen all sorts of strange things, but this sight made his heart tremble so violently that he nearly breathed his last right then and there, ready to join his wife who had passed away over a decade ago. It was no wonder the old doctor was rattled; watching a severely injured man begin to recover rapidly before any treatment had even been administered was simply monstrous. The old doctor knew very well that the human body possessed self-healing capabilities, but the situation before him was clearly the result of that ability being enhanced ten thousand-fold!

Only after Qin Anyi’s body had completely recovered did the old doctor remember to check his vital signs. To his astonishment, he found that even after such a terrifying recovery, Qin Anyi’s life force remained vibrant, showing no signs of exhaustion or overdraw. This... this was simply a miracle!

The old doctor realized that Qin Anyi had fallen into a deep sleep after his body finished its self-repair. He sat down beside the bed, determined to ask this mysterious young man exactly what had happened once he woke up.

So, when Qin Anyi woke up after his six-hour deep sleep, the first thing he saw was a dark, wrinkled face that looked like the bark of an old tree. Even with Qin Anyi’s strong composure, he couldn't help but feel a subconscious shiver. Realizing it was just an old man and not some monster, he forced a smile and asked, "This... sir, is there something you need?"

"Ah... ah?" The old doctor’s face flushed red as he realized he was leaning too close. He hurried back to his chair and impatiently asked about the strange phenomenon he had witnessed earlier. Qin Anyi understood immediately that it must have had something to do with the potential-stimulating serum, but he could not reveal that to anyone. He had to engage in some circular talk with the old doctor, using the vast knowledge stored in his mind to cite classics and anecdotes until the old doctor was completely baffled.

"Grandpa, how is he?" Just as the old doctor was listening, feeling lost and full of questions, a girl’s voice came from the doorway. De-ying rushed into the room and, seeing Qin Anyi sitting on the bed in high spirits, felt relieved. Then, remembering what happened the previous night, her pretty face turned beet red.

Seeing De-ying’s expression, the old doctor gave a knowing smile and stood up from his chair. "Haha, since my granddaughter is here, you two can chat. Young people have plenty to talk about. But young man, you are the most learned person I have ever met in all my years. Remarkable, truly remarkable!"

After praising Qin Anyi, the old doctor didn't say more and left the room, leaving Qin Anyi and De-ying alone. However, it wasn't until he stepped out of Basong’s house that the old doctor realized he had been played. That boy had chatted his ear off, but he hadn't mentioned a single word about why his body recovered so quickly! The old doctor rolled his eyes, never expecting that at his age, he would be outsmarted by a youngster. *Hmph, just wait until I deal with you!* He looked back at the room where Qin Anyi was staying, thinking of his granddaughter inside, and wondered if the two young people were already getting intimate. Ultimately, the old doctor didn't have the heart to barge back in, so he stomped away in indignation.