"Rushing Thunder Palm!" Han Xuan roared with a cold expression.
The Ferocious Tiger Fist had been attacking for a long time, so he was a little impatient. In his eyes, Wang Chen was still the trash from Clearwind City. Even after witnessing the previous match between him and Han Feng, he only thought that this little piece of trash must have relied on some kind of medicine or some kind of dog shit luck to win. He didn't believe that trash could ascend to the heavens.
When the Rushing Thunder Palm was used, the wind from the palm was like thunder, letting out a low rumble. It was as if heavenly thunder had descended, roaring throughout the earth.
All Wang Chen could see was a blur in front of him, moving faster and faster. It was so fast that it was difficult to see the trajectory of the attack. As his opponent's attack speed increased, so did Wang Chen's dodging speed.
"Little bastard, let's see how long you can hide!" Han Xuan was a little mad that he couldn't even touch Wang Chen's clothes.
He still remembered the day when he received the medicine from Han Yu and his solemn vow.
More importantly, the people from Donglin Mountain were on the stage. How could they be satisfied with his performance? Thinking of this, Han Xuan used all his strength to launch an even more fierce attack.
In an instant, the atmosphere was raised once again. Danger surrounded him, and several times, Wang Chen was almost seriously injured. Under the extreme speed, Wang Chen's figure seemed a little illusory, drifting erratically like a ghost.
Outside the stage, everyone held their breath and stared at Wang Chen with wide eyes. It was inconceivable.
On the stage, Han Tianren and the elders also looked at the youth in disbelief. They looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock.
Even the people in the VIP seats slowly opened their eyes and looked at the battle with interest. They muttered to themselves.
The fierce attack made Wang Chen frown. He knew that continuing to hide like this wasn't a solution.
Han Xuan, who had entered the seventh stage of the Refinement Realm, wouldn't be so easily exhausted. Several dangerous situations made Wang Chen realize that he couldn't wait any longer.
With this thought in mind, Wang Chen looked at Han Xuan launching another palm strike at him. He quickly dodged to the side and took a few steps, putting some distance between him and Han Xuan.
"Little bastard, what's wrong? You're not going to hide anymore?" Han Xuan said with a sinister smile when he saw Wang Chen jump out of the battle circle.
His hands didn't stop, and the Rushing Thunder Palm struck out again with great force.
"Crushed Stone!" Wang Chen didn't dodge anymore. Instead, he chose to attack from the front. He shouted and used the first move of Mountain-crushing Fist, Crushing Stone.
He clenched his fists tightly, and as he exerted force, the muscles on his arms bulged. It was an explosive beauty.
Whoosh …
Xiao Chen's fist flew by, and a sharp gust of wind tore through the air, heading straight for Han Xuan's chest.
"Crazy! Is this little trash crazy?"
"You're courting death! Fighting Han Xuan head-on? "
"He's finished!"
The crowd was in an uproar when they saw Wang Chen fighting Han Xuan head-on.
"Hehe, little trash, you can't blame anyone for seeking death!" Han Yu, who was frowning, murmured to himself. Then, he smiled smugly.
"Ah …" On the other side, the girl, who stood out from the crowd, frowned and could not help but scream.
"Interesting!" Han Jin, who was next to the girl, murmured with a slight smile, "Ah …"
"Boom …"
Finally, the fist and the palm collided with each other, and a dull explosion was heard!
Then, the two figures quickly retreated, and their bodies swayed.
A great numbness came from his arm, and he could not help but gasp.
Han Xuan's palm strike just now had at least a force of 1,500 kilograms. He was too careless. He staggered a few steps and only stabilized himself after retreating five or six meters.
On the other side, Han Xuan was not much better. He also retreated five or six meters before he could stabilize himself. A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
Outside the arena, those who had begun to sigh for Wang Chen were now staring with their eyes wide open in disbelief.
He, he was not injured! He was not at a disadvantage. After one punch, he was on par with Han Xuan.
"Wow …"
There was an uproar, and a burst of cheers broke out a moment later. At this moment, they no longer cared who was fighting in the arena. At this moment, in their eyes, Wang Chen was no longer a little trash. After one punch, he had completely overturned everyone's original views! After a moment of silence, there was a burst of cheers.
At this moment, no one dared to underestimate Wang Chen. Instead, they placed him at the same level as Han Xuan.
"Collapsing Mountain!" Wang Chen did not care at all about the reaction from below. He devoted himself to the battle. After stabilizing himself, he suddenly leaped forward and rushed toward Han Xuan.
At this moment, Han Xuan's face was extremely ugly. He stood there, unable to react. He had been pushed back by that little trash. Was this still a little trash who could not condense Genuine Aether?
The strength of that punch was not inferior to his Rolling Thunder Palm at all. What kind of fist technique was that? How strong was he?
His mind was in a mess. The cheers from below were endless mockery in his ears.
At this moment, a sense of danger made him suddenly wake up. He looked at Wang Chen, who had already rushed in front of him, and was shocked. He saw that Wang Chen's fist was already in front of him.
In a panic, Han Xuan rolled to the side in embarrassment and dodged.
Although his punch had been dodged, Wang Chen did not give up. He continued to punch with the Collapsing Mountain Fist, which he was very familiar with.
The two moves, Crushing Stone and Collapsing Mountain, brought thrilling scenes again and again. How could he, who had the upper hand, let go of such a great opportunity?
Being taken advantage of by Wang Chen, Han Xuan dodged in embarrassment. Without Wang Chen's exquisite footwork, he was constantly under great threat. At this moment, Han Xuan had been completely suppressed by Wang Chen. He could only constantly deal with Wang Chen's attacks.
In an instant, the initiative of the battle was firmly in Wang Chen's hands.
Bang, bang, bang …
The head-on battle between the two sides produced a series of loud sounds. The Collapsing Mountain Fist covered the sky and the earth, and the Rolling Thunder Palm was not inferior in the slightest. It blasted out again and again, and the sound of thunder was thick.
"Crack the Earth!" Once again seizing the opportunity, Wang Chen did not hold back. Thinking of Han Xuan's previous pursuit of him, he thought of Han Xuan's killing moves. If you don't do me justice, I'll be unjust. There was no need to give Han Xuan any chance.
Crack the Earth, the most lethal move of the Collapsing Mountain Fist, was blasted out in an instant, and suddenly a gust of wind swept up!
"Thunder Explosion!" A trace of panic flashed in Han Xuan's eyes, and he hurriedly used all his strength to resist. The most powerful palm of the Rolling Thunder Palm was blasted out in an instant!
At this moment, Han Feng's palm seemed to have expanded several times, falling from the sky, and shrouding Wang Chen's whole body.
"Who will win?" Everyone outside the arena had doubts in their hearts at this moment! Previously, Wang Chen had brought too much shock to everyone. At this moment, they did not dare to jump to conclusions, and could only stare at the two people on the arena.
Boom …
In an instant, it was as if the entire martial arts arena was shaking, and a loud dull sound came. Dust filled the sky, and at this moment, the scorching sun hanging high in the sky seemed to have dimmed.
Ah …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
