“Ha!” Ye Zhuixun smirked. He did not even move. “Wild Lion Roar!”
Buzz!
A dazzling white line enveloped his fist.
With a roar, he punched. The white light on his fists warped the surrounding air, and the air trembled. The white light created a curve in the air as it rapidly moved.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
As the white light spun rapidly around, it created a force so strong that it ripped apart the black smog in the air.
“What? What happened? Why did the poisonous smog disperse? Why can’t it touch the bastard?” Third Young Master’s face twisted in menace as he frantically yelled, “Poisonous Dragon! Swallow!”
With no other methods left, he madly yelled while ferociously swinging his sword. “True Dragon Rule!”
Whoosh!
The black sword attacked Ye Zhuixun like a flying dragon.
“Wild Lion Roar!” Ye Zhuixun coldly smiled before sending out another punch.
His fist, which was enveloped in white light, immediately punched the Venomous Dragon Sword!
“Oh my God!”
“Is Ye Zhuixun crazy? How dare he use his fists to block the Venomous Dragon Sword, a Level three Spirit Item?”
“Blocking a poisonous Spirit Item with his flesh and blood? Does he have a death wish, or is he crazy?”
Everyone exclaimed in disbelief. They widened their eyes in fear. They felt like they would soon witness Ye Zhuixun being blasted apart and his blood splattering across the stage.
However—
Boom!
When Ye Zhuixun’s fist collided with the black sword, he did not bleed at all. Instead, a piercing sound rang across the venue.
“What’s going on?”
“White light… It’s the white light!”
“What’s that white light?”
An envious expression appeared on Lou Xiaoxiao’s face, and she remembered the first time she had seen Ye Zhuixun fight during the Prefecture competition.
“Ye Zhuixun’s Storm Fist Intent is actually so powerful! I’m so envious!”
Lou Qianxue was also satisfied. “He’s much stronger than before! Not only did he perfectly concentrate the Storm Fist Intent, but he has even significantly increased its spinning speed. At the same time, its repulsion and cutting force has also become more powerful.” She took a pause before continuing, “Perhaps, his Storm Fist Intent can smash a Level three Spirit Item into pieces…”
Right after Lou Qianxue finished speaking…
Crack!
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound rang across the venue.
“Oh my God!” Everyone widened their eyes in shock.
“How is it possible?”
“Did Ye Zhuixun destroy the Venomous Dragon Sword with his fist?”
“Isn’t this too outrageous?”
Everyone yelled in disbelief. Without blinking their eyes, they watched as Ye Zhuixun’s fist moved forward inch by inch and crushed the Venomous Dragon Sword into pieces…
It was like a dream!
Third Young Master screamed in despair, “No… How is it possible? How can ants be so powerful? Impossible! I can’t believe it!”
He mumbled to himself.
Boom!
Ye Zhuixun’s fist, which had shattered the Venomous Dragon Sword, slammed into Third Young Master.
Pfft!
Third Young Master spat out another mouthful of blood, and his chest became bloody.
At the next moment, the powerful repulsion force blew him away. He spun in the air and fainted before he could even yell anything.
“Oh my God… Ye Zhuixun is too terrifying!”
“How can he be so powerful?”
Everyone looked at Ye Zhuixun in shock, confusion, and admiration.
How could someone’s fist be so strong?
At that moment—
“Hey, isn’t this the Third Prince’s underling?”
An unfamiliar, arrogant, and teasing voice suddenly broke the silence.
In the next moment!
Whoosh!
Someone kicked Third Young Master, who had not even landed on the ground, back to the battle stage.