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Ling Han retreated a bit more. After all, his primordial strength was slightly inferior to Hu Yang's, but it was really just a slight difference.
The crowd was silent at first, but in an instant, it exploded into a huge uproar.
With just one punch, they were really shocked.
Ling Han had entered the Blood Transformation realm, and had the power to face off against someone at the Five Transformations!
One had to know that although Hu Yang had made a fool of himself, and his popularity and reputation had fallen to rock bottom, his strength could not be denied. He was a genius, and had once cultivated to 20 meridians in the Illuminating Pulse realm.
But Ling Han was still at the First Transformation, and yet he could match him.
How could they believe it?
Could it be that Ling Han's Blood Qi was already boiling?
Impossible. Boiling Blood Qi had incomparably obvious characteristics, and Ling Han did not look like it.
Damn it.
Hu Yang himself was even more shocked. Only now did he know why Ling Han dared to accept the challenge a second time.
This time, there was no scheme, no trap, just a head-on clash.
The others also realized it, but they had a strong feeling of discomfort. Ling Han, who did not fight head-on, was so awkward. They could not accept it.
After the shock, Hu Yang actually calmed down.
The Illuminating Pulse realm had a limit. At most, one could reach the second limit, which was a million kilograms of mystic power and a million kilograms of physique. After entering the Blood Transformation realm, mystic power would greatly increase, so it was not strange that Ling Han had over a million kilograms of primordial strength.
The second limit.
He was so jealous that he was about to go crazy. Before this, only one person had reached it. Logically speaking, there definitely would not be a second Hong Tian Steps. But now, he could not help but believe that another heaven-suppressing monster had appeared.
But even if this kid had a million and five hundred thousand kilograms of mystic power, after his Blood Qi boiled, he could only reach four million kilograms of strength. Adding in physique, he could at most reach five million kilograms.
And him?
Seven million kilograms.
This was still a crushing defeat.
Hu Yang nodded. He had never expected to defeat Ling Han in his normal state.
Then he would directly enter the battle of the strongest.
He roared, his Blood Qi boiling. A crystal-like aura enveloped him, as if it was jumping.
"Come!" he roared and attacked with the Claw of Destruction. Just the force alone was enough to tear apart steel.
Ling Han snorted and also boiled his Blood Qi. His Blood Qi immediately circulated ten times faster in his body, surging with an incomparably powerful force.
He still used the Demon Monkey Fist, facing Hu Yang's claw.
The fist and palm collided again. This time, the fist blocked the claw.
No way!
Hu Yang's face was filled with disbelief. His calculations were very accurate. Ling Han's explosive power should be far inferior to his, but with this claw strike, Ling Han was not knocked down by him as easily as crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, and his hand was not injured at all.
How could this be?
Putting aside the matter of strength, he had trained in the Destruction Claw for more than twenty years. Now, he couldn't even break through his opponent's skin.
Not only Hu Yang, but everyone else was the same.
They had clearly seen Hu Yang use Blood Qi Boil, but why was it that not only was Ling Han not inferior, he was even able to match it?
It was very simple. Ling Han had grasped his opponent's attack frequency. The rhythm of the Fifteen Stacks of Strength was incomparably ingenious, completely dispersing the power of Hu Yang's attack.
This had been named by Ling Han as the Frequency Technique. As long as he could grasp the pulse of the frequency, he would be able to use the weak to defeat the strong. Of course, there was a limit to this strength.
"Hu Yang, I don't know you, but you first relied on your seniority to come to the new student area to trample on me. After I chased you away, you didn't care about bullying the weak and challenged me to a battle. I taught you a lesson, but you still haven't learned your lesson. Now, you're doing it again!" Ling Han snorted.
Another punch exploded out. Bang, Hu Yang blocked it. His face was somewhat pale. It wasn't because he had been injured, but rather because Ling Han's words had stabbed at his sore spot.
"You really are despicable. Do you really want me to beat you until I'm satisfied?" Ling Han continuously punched out.
Bang!
"Fine, I'll fulfill your wish!"
Bang!
"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"
Bang!
With each sentence, Ling Han threw out a punch. Punch after punch, it was like a thunderbolt or a storm.
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. Having come to this foreign world, the Empress and the others could only stay in his body, and he didn't know when they would be able to come out. He already had a stomach full of anger, but Hu Yang just had to provoke him again and again.
Good, now he had a place to vent his anger.
Peng, peng, peng, peng. Ling Han's attack speed became faster and faster. Even the majority of Blood Transformation cultivators could only see his fists flying through the air. It was as if the entire sky was filled with his fists.
They couldn't help being shocked. How were they supposed to block such an attack?
The more Hu Yang fought, the more panicked he became. He felt that his power had the upper hand, but his opponent's power was incomparably solid. It was as if his attack was a mountain of mud that was easily punched through by his opponent's stone fists. He was unable to cause the slightest bit of damage.
He once again regretted it. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have restricted the use of Magic Tools and Talisman Soldiers. That was because he also had a Ultimate Bone Tier Talisman Soldier that had been forged by his father.
Was this a trap of his own making?
When he had the upper hand in terms of power, he had been defeated by a single blow from Ling Han's Talisman Soldier. Good, now that he had restricted the use of Talisman Soldiers, Ling Han's power had risen. It was enough to match him, and even faintly showed signs of suppressing him.
Why was he so tragic?
Ling Han gave a long whistle, and continued to increase his battle prowess.
If Fifteen Stacks of power could not deal with him, then he would use Twenty Stacks.
Ling Han suddenly increased his power. Peng, with a single strike, Hu Yang was instantly sent flying.
He could only strike out with Fifteen Stacks of power. Previously, he had just managed to fight to a draw with Ling Han. Now that Ling Han had increased his power, he naturally was no match for him.
Ling Han took advantage of his victory to pursue his attack, and once again punched out.
Hu Yang barely managed to parry it, but he was once again sent flying by this punch.
"Feels good, right?" Ling Han shot forward like an arrow, practically exploding out at twice the speed of sound. Anyone who saw it would stare in awe.
Twice the speed of sound. That was a speed that only someone in the Ultimate Bone realm could reach. But someone who had just entered the Blood Transformation realm was able to do so.
It had to be known that the majority of people in the Blood Transformation realm would only be able to reach the speed of sound at the third transformation. The main reason was that their physical bodies were unable to bear it, and once they reached the speed of sound, their bodies would first collapse.
Peng peng peng
Hu Yang became a punching bag, being bombarded by Ling Han as much as he wanted.
He had dissolved the majority of Ling Han's attacks, but there was still some left over that landed on his body, causing him pain. If this continued for a long time, he might even be heavily injured and die.
Everyone could see that although Hu Yang was still barely holding on, he had already been defeated. It was just that he hadn't admitted it yet.
This time, no one doubted Ling Han's strength any longer.
This fellow was not only shameless and had set traps for others, his true strength was also heaven-defying.
Ling Han, one battle to restore his reputation.
But Hu Yang was miserable. He had been defeated three times by Ling Han. Whether it was in intelligence or strength, he had been completely suppressed. He was fated to become a huge joke.
"Stop," said Tu Yun. He couldn't continue watching. This was no longer a decisive battle, but a one-sided beating.
Everyone looked at Ling Han with incomparably complicated gazes. A new star had already been born, and it could not be suppressed.
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