The villainous simp ignores the plot and mercilessly torments the female lead to tears.

The most effective way right now is to beat this guy to a pulp.

So he slightly raised his chin and looked at the boy with an extremely arrogant attitude:

"Make your move. If you can make me move even one step today, you win."

Upon hearing this, the boy seemed deeply insulted and roared, "Are you looking down on me?"

Qin Yan said with a very certain tone, "Yes, I do look down on you."

A surge of anger flashed in the boy's eyes, and he roared, "You deserve to die!"

He roared and charged at Qin Yan, then raised his fist and punched him in the face.

"Humph."

Qin Yan uttered a syllable through his nostrils, then lightly raised one hand.

"boom"

The powerful energies collided, producing a dull sound, and the boy's forceful strike was directly blocked.

Qin Yan's large hand was like an iron wall, firmly blocking the boy's fist.

This stunned the boy.

"You, you actually blocked it?"

Qin Yan looked at him mockingly: "Did you not eat? You don't even have the strength to hit someone."

The boy seemed to have been insulted, and he roared, "Impossible! How could I be inferior to a spoiled brat like you?"

After saying that, he took a step back and roared, "Qin Yan, I will definitely defeat you."

"Elephant Collapse Fist".

The boy roared menacingly as he charged toward Qin Yan, his fists emitting a faint, elephant-like bellow.

Seeing this, Qin Yan remained standing in place, his mockery growing even stronger.

Weak, so incredibly weak. This punch was many times weaker than Jiang Siqi's.

He could have blocked it without even using the Great Heavenly Demon Palm.

As the boy's fist approached, Qin Yan smiled coldly and casually threw a punch.

The two fists collided, producing a loud booming sound.

Qin Yan felt a force transmitted from his fist to his arm. This force was very weak to him; he felt it was not even as strong as the force required to push open a door.

The boy, however, felt completely different. He felt that Qin Yan's fist was extremely heavy, as if a real, savage elephant had crashed into his fist.

The force sent a sharp, piercing pain through his arm, sending his body flying through the air before slamming heavily onto the ring.

Qin Yan slowly withdrew his fist, saying disdainfully, "Hey, why are you being so lame? Didn't you say I was a good-for-nothing with a beautiful exterior?"

"Why was you, a genius who has taken each step steadily and made solid progress, beaten so badly by a piece of trash like me?"

The boy looked at Qin Yan, his eyes red, and said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, I will never lose to you."

As he spoke, he immediately took out his weapon, a large cleaver, and launched a frenzied attack on Qin Yan.

Qin Yan looked at the boy who seemed unable to accept defeat, a cold glint appearing in his eyes: "This guy actually exudes a murderous aura. It seems he's a bit fragile inside; he actually wants to kill me."

His face darkened, and crimson energy gathered within him. Then, he suddenly struck forward with his palm:

"The Great Heavenly Demon Palm".

A red palm, five meters in diameter, appeared and slapped directly at the boy.

The boy gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage, and with all his might, he wielded the large knife in his hand, trying to shatter the giant hand in front of him.

But as soon as the broadsword touched his palm, he felt as if he had struck a mountain.

He slapped the broadsword away with his palm, then slammed it down hard on the boy.

This knocked the boy off the stage.

The boy's body slammed heavily to the ground, and he felt as if his whole body had been shattered, writhing in excruciating pain.

The other students were stunned, staring at Qin Yan on the stage with disbelief on their faces.