Feeling the terrifying power gathered in Long Yuntian’s right fist, Ye Qingfeng’s eyes flickered slightly, a trace of excitent seeping from deep within his eyes.
This was the battle he needed, this was the opponent he craved.
Long Yuntian skillfully contained the overwhelming killing intent, compressing it all onto his fist, which appeared to weaken its might, but in fact, it had magnified the power of the Killing Fist countless tis over.
Even compressing a breath of air into an extrely small space would unleash trendous power, let alone compressing an invisible killing intent onto a fist, the destructive power of which would increase exponentially.
"A re Killing Fist, what have I to fear? Bring it on!"
Ye Qingfeng stepped out, a shade of deep blue surged onto his fist, then glimrs of blue gathered at one point, seemingly forming a protective barrier outside his fist.
At that mont, the water surface around him inexplicably receded several ters, as if evaporated by so mysterious force.
"Killing Fist, Infinite Killing Intent!"
Long Yuntian shouted loudly, sending out a punch.
Instantly, heaven and earth changed colors, the entire area where Sword Lake’s waters converged was covered in blood-red, a massive fist shadow thousands of ters wide ca crashing down, like the hand of a giant, with overwhelming power.
Under this punch, the entire water surface of the lake collapsed, countless torrents burst forth all around, like a storm sweeping across the sea.
In the storm’s heart stood Ye Qingfeng, tiny golden spots suddenly appeared in his pupils.
"Void Cauldron Immortal Technique, Seventh Move, Silent Annihilation Golden Fist!"
With a low shout, he transford his fist spiritual power into gold, and the golden light burst forth instantly, more dazzling than the solar brilliance above.
He imdiately threw a punch, and instantly, wind and cloud surged!
Ye Qingfeng’s punch sent the golden fist wind sweeping across the heavens and earth, a giant golden fist spanned across the water surface of the lake, eting Long Yuntian’s blood-red Killing Fist head-on.
"Boom!"
The two punches collided with earth-shattering force, the spectators only saw a blurred vision, and then only gold and red colors remained, nothing else was visible.
The two differently colored fist shadows connected in the void, neither retreating a bit, the fierce fluctuations sweeping over, an invisible storm lifting the surrounding lake water into the sky, forming a massive waterspout, a spectacular sight.
Ye Qingfeng and Long Yuntian’s eyes were ablaze, their body spiritual powers continuously channeled, the gold and red lights shone even more brilliantly, dazzling the eyes.
"What is happening? Why is the sky over there both gold and red?"
Unaware, the residents and tourists outside West Lake clicked their tongues in wonder.
Many of them even took photos with their phones, thinking it was a heavenly anomaly, unaware that it was a life-and-death duel between two peak Martial Arts experts.
The two fist shadows were in a deadlock, the giant waves surged around them, the lake water and dam of Sword Lake couldn’t block the incoming massive waves.
The water beneath their feet had already been compressed into a vacuum, and even the silt at the bottom of the lake was clearly visible.
"So strong!"
The spectators were all dumbfounded, words failed to describe such an earth-shattering force collision, they might never achieve such a terrifying realm in their lifeti martial cultivation.
"How is it possible?"
Although Long Yuntian’s expression remained unchanged, a storm had already erupted in his heart.
His Killing Fist was famous in the world, its lethality unmatched by ten thousand n, especially with an all-consuming killing intent towards Ye Qingfeng, holding a determined intent to kill, whether in fist power or montum, it had been elevated to the peak, with no room for rcy.
He was certain that under this punch, any martial artist below the Hua Xia Battle King would definitely be vaporized, even basic-level War King Martial Artists could only avoid its edge.
Yet Ye Qingfeng neither dodged nor avoided, confronting him head-on with a punch, he could feel that the force of Ye Qingfeng’s punch was no less strong than his, and faintly, it seed to overpower him.
"Not yet twenty, cultivated his spiritual power to such an extent, even if practicing from the womb, it couldn’t be more than this, right?"
Though shocked, Long Yuntian was dominantly unrivaled, fearing no one except a few like Kuang Gang. How could he be repelled by a junior in front of the world’s heroes today?
Thinking of this, his mood surged with grandeur, his spiritual power gushing out like a tide, pouring onto his fist, while the fist shadow glowed brighter with red light.
"To actually withstand the Killing Fist directly, Mr. Ye’s cultivation, I have greatly underestimated!"
The old man from the Tai Chi Sect could not help but admit that his previous assertion that "Mr. Ye could never defeat Long Yuntian" was too hasty.
The young woman was still in a daze, was the person standing on the water surface, releasing a giant golden fist like a giant’s hand, really the boy who had been asleep in the corner just now?
Long Yuntian’s spiritual power surged, completely unleashing the power he had painstakingly cultivated in the Extrely Cold Land for years, a force like a tidal wave surged through space onto Ye Qingfeng’s arm, forcefully pushing the red fist shadow forward, causing the golden giant fist to retreat as if unable to withstand it.
"Mr. Ye can’t hold on, Long Yuntian has gained the upper hand!"
Dou Wan Gui’s eyes narrowed as he spoke.
Everyone else nodded in agreent, the situation on the lake was very obvious now!
Long Yuntian, with spiritual power refined to the utmost, pressed Ye Qingfeng into gradual retreat. It was feared that a mont later, the golden giant fist would shatter, and Ye Qingfeng would suffer severe injuries.
"Mr. Ye, no matter how astonishing your talent is, you will still die by my hands!"
Long Yuntian’s lips curled with cold intent, his tone was filled with apparent killing intent. In such a pinnacle duel, having gained the upper hand, he would naturally spare none in aiming to kill the enemy with one hit, leaving no chance of recovery.
The golden giant fist was shrinking further and further under the Killing Fist’s suppression, driven into a corner.
Everyone believed Ye Qingfeng’s defeat was certain.
Yet they had not noticed, no matter how the golden fist shadow was suppressed, Ye Qingfeng’s stance had not faltered even a bit, standing there unstirring, solid as a rock.
With a coldly impressive face carrying a casual grin, Ye Qingfeng suddenly spoke, "Long Yuntian, is this your Killing Fist?"
His speech was calm and smooth, without the slightest hint of being oppressed. Everyone was astonished, in such a strong oppressive assault, Ye Qingfeng could still breathe calmly, showing no sign of strain.
Long Yuntian wore a proud expression, loudly proclaiming, "Indeed, this is the Killing Fist, Mr. Ye, how does it taste?"
The slaughter aura of the Killing Fist had spread, causing the Ancient Martial Practitioners present to turn pale. This signified soone would die under the Fist’s wrath.
Long Yuntian’s face carried a hint of madness, every slaughter inflicted by his Killing Fist would empower it more, should an opponent like Ye Qingfeng perish, its lethal power would increase even further.
"If that’s the case, I have a fifty percent chance against the White Bear and others!"
He secretly harbored triumphant thoughts, certain of his victory.
His na, Long Yuntian, would again be among the peaks of the Southern Base’s martial world.
(Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone, but please, don’t harm the single dogs, caring for animals is everyone’s responsibility!)
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