With a thud and a miserable scream, Ling Kong fell face-first to the ground, his arms and legs propped up but failing to support him, a colossal violent force pressed down, crackling and snapping, all his limbs completely fractured!
His face and mouth were smashed hard onto the ground by imnse force.
Ling Kong felt as if a giant mountain had descended from the sky and suddenly subdued him!
"Die!"
A foot appeared out of nowhere, stomping fiercely towards Ling Kong’s head.
By the ti it appeared, it was already less than three feet from Ling Kong’s head. The force was so great that it stomped white smoke out of the air!
If this stomp landed, Ling Kong’s head would definitely burst open like a ripe waterlon on the spot!
A figure flickered.
Xuehua Palace’s judge i Han appeared in ti, catching Fang Che’s foot with one hand.
Using a gentle but firm force, he sent him flying three feet away.
With a wave of his other hand, he dragged Ling Kong out.
Ling Kong had not lost consciousness, but his face had beco flat, and his nasal bone was completely shattered and collapsed.
The skin on his face was scraped to a bloody pulp.
All bones in his limbs shattered and nearly disintegrated.
"Guardian, Fang Che wins!"
i Han announced.
The stands on both sides were silent for a mont, then the Guardian side erupted into thunderous cheers.
"Awooooo!"
"Damn, that’s fierce!"
No one expected this sole remaining Guardian contestant to be so fierce.
Too fast!
Rushed in imdiately upon entering the field.
Rushed over for one cut.
The second cut wasn’t even needed, the battle was over.
The whole process took less than half a breath’s ti.
The display was overwhelmingly powerful and domineering to the extre.
On the opposite side, Wu Shuang, Bi Ren, and Bai Xu all had heavy expressions on their faces.
Everyone knew that when Fang Che fought Huo Churan, he might have so hidden abilities, but no one expected he had hidden so much.
On the stands.
Yan Nan’s eyes turned sharp: "Did you see through it?"
"Not bad, the power is very even," Dongfang Sansan comnted.
"That cut where he changed direction, incredibly the montum wasn’t broken, the force didn’t weaken, changing direction hurriedly, instead he leveraged the force field, forming a charged montum cut, adding force downwards!"
Yan Nan said: "A technique like this, even most Saint Levels might not be able to achieve."
Dongfang Sansan said: "Indeed, and his pressure on Ling Kong, in the mont Ling Kong’s face hit the ground, blood spattered, three hundred and four drops in total, in four directions, each with seventy-six drops."
"Yes, to control the power so evenly is already a pinnacle in terms of sheer power," Yan Nan nodded, a faint and almost imperceptible killing intent flashed in his eyes, "A good talent. The Guardian Continent indeed is brimming with talents."
Dongfang Sansan looked at him with a smile: "Want to kill?"
Yan Nan chuckled: "Learned from you."
Dongfang Sansan said: "Indeed a good talent."
The two fell silent.
Two old foxes clashing words once again.
Yan Nan felt he’d gained the upper hand this ti, believing the other had fallen into his trap.
Dongfang Sansan felt that this ti, the opponent had thoroughly fallen into his trap.
Both had heavy, thoughtful looks on their faces, but inside, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Today was not wasted!
...
On stage.
Fang Che cupped his hands, his deanor instantly becoming gentle and refined, his handso face full of sunny charm, yet his expression was one of condescension as he said: "Good match."
Finished speaking, without waiting for Ling Kong’s response, he folded his hands behind his back, casually and elegantly walked towards the lot box, speaking nonchalantly as he walked: "So quickly to the second one already? Haha, let see, who will be the second to fall by my hand? Truly looking forward to it."
"Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!"
The Guardian side cheered earth-shatteringly, like a tidal wave roaring and pounding.
On the Wei Wo Zheng Sect side, everyone’s faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yan Beihan and Chen Yin, along with Feng Yun and others, were on their own platform, watching as anger boiled within them.
"Too pretentious! Too pretentious! I’ve never seen anyone so full of themselves in my life!"
Feng Xing’s eyes were on fire, wishing to personally step down and teach a lesson.
"This pretense is touching the heavens," Chen Yin said with great dissatisfaction.
"Hm!" Emperor Bai coldly huffed.
Feng Yun watched with calm indifference, but deep in his eyes, there was a trace of gravity, calculating how, if this Fang Che were to grow...
Chen Yin furrowed his brows, pondering how Wu Shuang and others below should handle this Fang Che.
Yan Beihan’s face was cold as frost, his cheeks puffed with anger, muttering: "This guy looks human, but how co his words are so infuriating?"
Bi Yunyan said: "Indeed, he has the strength, but a bit too arrogant. Yet fortunately, he’s quite handso, not too annoying."
"Hmph!" Yan Beihan regretted deeply, why did he have to break through to Emperor Level? If only he had known of this, suppressing his realm a bit before coming would have been so much better?
This Fang Che, I definitely need to punch that handso face of his until it becos pig-headed!
Too infuriating.
"Chen Yin, you useless one, insisting on following my footsteps to break through to Emperor Level!" Yan Beihan started scolding.
Chen Yin had an innocent look.
Wasn’t it you who constantly harassed , contemptuously over and over, making strive to break through? How co now I’m...
Fang Che casually drew another lot.
Handed it over to the nearby i Han.
i Han glanced at it and said: "Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Bai Xu, against Guardian Fang Che."
Beside Bai Xu, Wu Shuang whispered: "Entangle him, try not to engage head-on, drag it out."
Bai Xu nodded imperceptibly.
All are experts, naturally knowing that even if your Spiritual Power can continuously recover, your arms, body, and joints, when battle drags on, will certainly experience a shock sensation.
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