Chapter 157
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"This is your trump card? You don't seem to be that strong. I was afraid of you for nothing!"
Chu Yang grinned, revealing his white teeth. Everyone couldn't help but stare blankly at him.
"Humph! Ignorant!"
Zhao Meng's robes fluttered as he charged forward once more. Almost at the same time, Chu Yang's eyes turned cold as he charged forward, his aura bursting out even more.
Boom!
Like two giant beasts, the two of them once again collided with each other at the speed of a thunderbolt. There was a cracking sound. Strong winds howled as the ground around the two exploded. Dust soared into the air, and a massive spiderweb-like crack tore through the ground beneath their feet.
"Ah!"
Amidst the exclamations of surprise, the people who were watching the battle in the dark were swept away by the force of the collision between the two of them. They were turned upside down and retreated in a sorry state.
In the Coiling Dragon Palace, Nangong Ying and the short old man were completely focused on the fight. They saw all the details of the fight between Chu Yang and Zhao Meng.
"Strength, awareness, combat skills, Quintessence … Zhao Meng is stronger than Chu Yang in all these aspects. However, Chu Yang's perception, reaction, and insight are stronger than Zhao Meng's."
Nangong Xiao slowly frowned, feeling anxious but unable to do anything about it. Chu Yang and Zhao Meng were both geniuses of the Martial Dao. However, in terms of combat skills, experience, and experience in life-or-death battles, how could they compare to Zhao Meng, who was older than him by twenty years?
Boom!
Chu Yang was sent flying again. Blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.
"Little bastard, this is your limit."
"Haha!" Chu Yang laughed from within the dust, "Zhao Meng, you old bastard, this is also the limit of your strength. Two Dragon Force! I was wondering how strong you were!"
Boom!
All of the dust around Chu Yang had been swept away by the wave of Qi created by using the Third Cycle of the Primitive Martial Technique. Everyone saw Chu Yang charge out like a dragon and arrive in an instant. The moment he came into contact with Zhao Meng, the strength of three dragons erupted behind him. Like kicking a child, he sent Zhao Meng flying with a whip kick.
There was a loud rumbling sound as the Coiling Dragon Martial Institution's No.1 building collapsed and buried Zhao Meng underneath.
"Zhao Meng, in your words, if this is all you've got, then you can go die."
Chu Yang's voice echoed throughout the entire Coiling Dragon Martial Institution. Instantly, the stifled disciples in the Coiling Dragon Grand Hall burst out in cheers.
"Junior Brother Chu, good job! Kill him!"
"Junior Brother Chu's magical powers are vast and boundless!"
"Junior Brother Chu's magic power is boundless, and his life is as long as the heavens!"
Li Hao, Zhang Yang, and the others were the most excited. They used all the shameless slogans that Chu Yang came up with on Zhao Meng. There was no end to the shouting and the entire Coiling Dragon Grand Hall was in an uproar.
As for the Zhao Clan, they had a gloomy expression. Even Zhao Meng wasn't a match for this little bastard.
"Ridiculous. A mere Physique Cultivator dares to be so arrogant?"
Boom!
Everything that collapsed was blown away, revealing Zhao Meng's figure. The air around him was distorted. The earth and sky shook as a hairy black hand reached out from Zhao Meng's body. It seemed to be stretching his body. The space in Zhao Meng's body was too small, causing it to be suppressed.
Then, a beam of black light shot out. In the blink of an eye, a thirty-foot-tall, pitch-black demonic ape appeared before everyone's eyes. It was a ferocious demonic ape with boundless strength and boundless strength. It appeared right in front of everyone's eyes.
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