Everyone knew that in order to possess a certain level of power, one must possess a physique that could withstand that level of power.
Without a doubt, after the transformation of the Boundless Rush, one's strength would increase by leaps and bounds. Naturally, one's physique would not be able to withstand it. Hence, no one would be able to maintain it for long.
The elder also believed that Feng Hao would not be able to last long.
"Heh."
Seeing the old man rushing towards him, the corner of Feng Hao's mouth curled into a demonic smile. It appeared to be disdain and ridicule. Without any hesitation, like a cheetah, he abruptly charged forward with a shocking might.
"Boom boom boom …"
On the stage, two figures constantly crossed each other. During this period of time, deafening explosions continuously resounded, causing the hearts of the spectators to tremble. Their eyes were filled with shock.
The two of them were actually evenly matched. Furthermore, after a series of collisions, the elder's aura was clearly declining and his forehead was filled with sweat.
However, on the other side, Feng Hao looked as if nothing had happened. He did not feel much pressure and seemed to be at ease as he gradually gained the upper hand.
"This is impossible, this must be an illusion. He has maintained his transformation for a long time, he should not be able to persist any longer. He must be pretending. Yes, he must be pretending. He must be pretending."
Looking at his trembling arm and feeling the soul-piercing pain from his fist, the elder's eyes were filled with panic. He shook his head continuously, unable to believe that this was real.
It had been almost ten minutes since Fenghao's transformation. Even if it was him, it was impossible for him to maintain it for such a long time. He didn't believe that Fenghao, a Third Order Saint level expert, could have a stronger physique than him.
"Go to hell!"
The elder's eyes were bloodshot as he stomped on the ground, causing the ground to tremble. His entire body exploded once again as he dashed forward.
"Boom …"
With an explosive sound, he was sent flying back and crashed heavily into the barrier of the arena. He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. At the same time, his face turned pale.
As for Feng Hao, he was still fine. His face was not red, and he was not panting. It was as if he had just done something insignificant. The old man was so angry that he coughed up blood again.
Although he didn't believe it, he knew that Fenghao was indeed very relaxed when he saw the continuous power coming from Fenghao's fist.
"How on earth did he obtain the Boundless Rush Profound of our Boundless Flame Tribe?"
He couldn't figure out how Feng Hao did it no matter how hard he thought about it. Furthermore, he did it so skillfully, as if he was born with it. This caused him to be incomparably shocked.
If Feng Hao did not have the Phantom Martial Body, then he would definitely suspect that he was a young genius that the Human Clan had abducted from their own clan.
No matter how unwilling he was, he knew that there was nothing he could do to save the situation.
Defeated.
This was the first time in his life that such a word had appeared.
It could be said that from the moment he was born, he was a genius that could look down on the younger generation. There had never been anyone that was stronger than him in any aspect. Until today, he, who had never suffered such a crushing defeat, had actually lost to the hands of a junior.
"Bang."
Following a muffled sound, he was once again sent flying. The aura on his body also began to weaken. His originally huge body also slowly shrunk. In less than a moment, he returned to normal.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were tattered and his face was frighteningly pale. Especially his fists, which were dripping with blood. The bones at the tips of his fists were almost completely shattered. His arms were still trembling, and he could no longer condense energy.
He did not attack again. He only stood by the barrier of the arena, his gaze locked onto Feng Hao's body. Then, just as Feng Hao was about to attack again, he indifferently said. "I admit defeat."
When he spat out these three words, the entire arena fell into a strange silence. Even the battles on the other arenas had stopped. Everyone was looking at the situation with a dull expression on their faces.
One must know that this old man was one of the ten great elders of the Hundred Clan Tower. His strength was frighteningly terrifying, and he was definitely the strongest expert below the half-step great emperor level. How could he lose to a junior whose cultivation level was lower than his?
However, the current situation told everyone that he had indeed lost. He no longer had the strength to resist, and the injuries on his body would definitely not recover without some time.
Losing was indeed a painful thing, but it was still better than dying.
The old man knew clearly in his heart that Fenghao would absolutely not show mercy to him, and if he were to continue fighting, only death would await him. So, under these circumstances where he had no other choice, he chose to admit defeat.
This was not for himself, but for his clansmen. He could not die. If he died, who would support this clan …
However, even though he admitted defeat, no one on the scene made fun of him. During the battle just now, everyone could feel his strength.
He was not weak, but his opponent was too strong.
Looking at the young man standing on the arena with a cold expression and indifferent eyes, no one could describe the emotions in their hearts at this moment.
There was no one in this world who could stop his footsteps.
He was like a supreme from the ancient times. He had always been invincible from the moment he stepped on the path of cultivation. He was so powerful that no one could contend against him.
"The human race has risen, and has once again embarked on the path of glory from the ancient times …"
That was what everyone was thinking. At the same time, some of the older generation thought of a legend in their minds …
The human race was created by one of the three ancient gods, Ancient Goddess Nuwa.
Perhaps that was true.
Although the Human Race was powerful in the ancient times, they weren't invincible in the current era. However, they couldn't find anyone who could contend against the young man on the arena now.
Those of the older generation thought that perhaps the reason why Ancient Goddess Nuwa created the human race could be found in this young man.
Because his current level had already surpassed the Void God of the past.
…
Although Feng Hao was unwilling and wanted to get rid of him, he had no choice but to stop now. He looked at the old man indifferently, and his cold eyes revealed unconcealed killing intent.
Such an expert was definitely a hidden danger to the human race.
"Pagoda Master, there is no need to continue. The Mang Flame Tribe admits defeat."
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