If this young man really did come from Xuelao City, then he would pay any price, even if he had to die, to stop his opponent.
Xuanyuan Po had decided to do this.
The young man in the bamboo hat was not affected by these words. He remained calm.
It was just like the feeling he gave off. To him, everything was normal, even life and death.
Now that both sides had made their stances clear, what followed was a process of proof.
Xuanyuan Po knew that his opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than him, so he chose to strike first.
From the morning before yesterday, when he stood on that crude fighting platform of the Pine Paths and won nine matches in a row until now, this was the first time he had struck first.
The leather boots landed on the hard bluestone ground, making a dull sound.
The chilly air in front of the Imperial City was soon followed by countless explosions.
These explosions were not particularly loud, but they were very clear.
These were the sounds of air being struck by something. Before it could be compressed or deformed, it was smashed apart.
One could imagine how fast Xuanyuan Po was. The spectators were simply unable to see him with their eyes, only a blur.
Behind the blur was a cloud of dust, heading straight for the young man in the bamboo hat.
Xuanyuan Po's left fist flew through the air, howling through the air. It was faintly imbued with wind and thunder, imbued with unimaginable strength and might.
Before the iron fist arrived, a cloud of dust had already engulfed the area.
The young man in the bamboo hat walked out of the dust.
Then, he placed his left hand behind his back.
As he did so, his aura changed.
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Xiaode had withdrawn from the Heavenly Selection ceremony, but he had still come today.
He had brought ten-some subordinates with him to stand on a hill near Heavensguard Pavilion. He silently watched the scene in front of the Imperial City, his thoughts inscrutable.
Whether it was the young man in the bamboo hat who had appeared like a lonely mountain or Xuanyuan Po's forceful and forceful declaration, none of them had been able to cause his expression to change.
But when the young man walked out of the dust and placed his left hand behind his back, Xiaode's expression suddenly changed, his face even paling.
This made him recall a certain sight he had seen many years ago in Mount Han.
The middle-aged scholar in front of the forest seemed to have his hands behind his back.
The middle-aged scholar had his back to him and Liu Qing, his eyes focused on the fruit.
A demi-human expert and the world's number one assassin?
When he turned around, the darkness of the night enveloped the thousand li of Mount Han.
Of course, everything in the world was ordinary and not worth mentioning.
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The young man in the bamboo hat walked out of the dust.
He was still not that middle-aged scholar in Mount Han, so the sky over White Emperor City had not darkened.
But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuan Yuan Po's left fist, the darkness still arrived as usual.
The darkness of night could envelop a thousand li of Mount Han, and it could also obscure the entire sky. It could contain, or perhaps swallow, all things, so it could naturally block a fist.
Without any sound, Xuanyuan Po's fist was caught by his hand.
Then, nothing happened.
Once you've grasped it, you'll never be able to leave again, unless the light of dawn shines upon the earth again, and it'll be the next morning in an instant.
At the sight of this scene, both the spectating Demon Race citizens and the bigwigs observing from afar were shocked speechless.
Two days ago, in the arena matches in the lower city districts, Xuanyuan Po's fists had displayed unimaginable strength and might. Each punch seemed capable of shattering the heavens and rending the earth. After winning nine matches in a row, he had truly made a name for himself, even becoming a god in the hearts of the impoverished demi-humans.
But today, Xuanyuan Po's fists seemed so weak that they couldn't even struggle free of his opponent's hand!
Just how powerful was this young man in the bamboo hat!
The atmosphere became abnormally tense, the air seeming to freeze. The crowd revealed expressions of shock and worry.
But Xuanyuan Po's expression did not change. It was somewhat wooden, but it could also be called composed.
It was just like the moment before, just like the day before, just like all those years ago.
He did not panic, because he had long since expected that the young man in the bamboo hat was much stronger than him.
More importantly, he had still not used his most powerful technique.
Whether it was in the nine battles two days ago or in the conflicts in the tavern and the Pine Paths over the last few years, he had never used this technique.
Even back in the days of the Orthodox Academy in the capital, he had never truly used this sort of method.
His most powerful technique was still his fists.
But it was not his undamaged left fist, but rather … his seemingly withered, already crippled right fist.
Xuanyuan Po raised his right fist and swung it forward.
His right arm was once heavily injured, all the meridians were broken by Tian Hai Ya Er. Later on, it was almost completely healed by Chen Chang Sheng's treatment, but as he began to learn a certain cultivation method, not only did his right arm not fully recover, the injury gradually worsened. Especially in the last few years, it had severely withered.
Now, his right arm was very thin, like a twig or a child's arm. Compared to his tall and sturdy body, it was even more pitiful.
In the tavern by the river, this was the main reason why he was teased.
Today, no one would tease him, they would only pity and pity him.
He clearly couldn't win, but he still didn't want to give up. In the eyes of the crowd, Xuanyuan Po was very brave, but this kind of courage was so sad.
Xuanyuan Po didn't pay attention to the sympathetic sighs coming from the surroundings. He silently and attentively swung his arm, smashing it towards his opponent's face.
It was a smash, not an explosion, because he had clenched his fist and was striking from top to bottom, using the bottom edge of his fist, not the hardest part of his fist.
This seemed like someone slapping the table in frustration, but it was actually more like someone slapping the dirty water in a basin in anger.
The most similar thing was actually a falling hammer.
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In the forest by Heavensguard Pavilion, Xiao De's expression suddenly changed as he stepped forward.
On the observation platform, the Xiang clan leader suddenly opened his eyes.
In the stone hall, Madam Mu's slender brows rose like swords.
In this scene, the ordinary people could only see dejection and hopelessness, but they could see even more.
For example, when Xuanyuan Po punched, the Qi of the Wildfire exuded by the Celestial Trees in the distant mountains suddenly multiplied!
The figure of a massive black bear appeared in the sky!
It stretched out its sharp claws and tore apart the darkness shrouding the Imperial City!
Rain and clouds surged out of the darkness, and a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in their depths!
The plaza in front of the Imperial City was illuminated by this dazzling light.
In this dazzling light, Xuanyuan Po's right arm rapidly advanced, rapidly swelling.
His fist also grew several times larger, like a hammer in the hand of a god.
His fist came down like a hammer.
The bolt of lightning also descended.
There was a massive boom.
The fist and the lightning simultaneously struck the young man in the bamboo hat.
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