"One punch... just one punch?!"
"Chen Song’s Flowing Cloud Sword Technique... didn’t even make a splash?"
"What kind of power is that?! Pure physical strength? Not even using True Intent?!"
"Is he really a newly advanced Martial Arts Grandmaster? Why does it feel like a Tier Three old monster bullying a kid?!"
"Monster! Definitely a monster! Profound Mastery Slash Grandmaster, it’s indeed not just a rumor!"
Countless astonished and incredulous gazes, like tangible spotlights, were firmly focused on the calm figure seated among the Dragon Abyss Pavilion seats.
Fang Qingyu.
This na, at this mont, was like a brand, carrying a domineering weight that heavily pressed on the hearts of all the contestants present.
No matter how fierce the rumors about him were before, they were ultimately hearsay.
At this mont, witnessing the crushing one-punch defeat firsthand was unparalleled in impact.
On the high platform’s main seat.
"This boy... his physique foundation is astonishing."
Master Xuan Cheng slightly waved his horsetail whisk, his calm voice reaching the ears of the two people beside him.
"Pure brutal aesthetics." The Federation General’s voice was deep, "On the battlefield, such power is often the most direct and effective."
"I just wonder... where his limit lies."
The beautiful woman spoke softly, her gaze sweeping over the other equally impressive figures in the field.
The atmosphere in the contestants’ area was even more tense.
Besides the known top figures like Jing Wuya and Liu Hanyan.
In the crowd, a few particularly eye-catching figures with distinct auras had varying glints in their eyes.
A youth clad in moon-white Daoist robes, standing tall like a pine, with an ancient pine-patterned long sword on his back.
He had an out-of-this-world aura, clear eyes, and an atmosphere around him that seed to blend naturally with the spirit of Tomorrow Mountain.
He was the last disciple of Master Xuan Cheng of Tomorrow Mountain, a Tier Two Divine Chosen, Li Xuanwei.
One of the rare close-combat fighters in the Divine Cultist system.
Utilizing the "Nine Palace Steps" with the "Pine Wave Sword," hailed as unparalleled among peers.
At this mont, his gaze towards Fang Qingyu was filled with seriousness and a touch of excitent eting an equal rival.
Another figure’s movent was elusive, as if shrouded in a faint gray mist, with an ominous chill, known as the Faceless One.
And Yin Wujiu, Lei Pojun, Liu Qingyan, and others...
These geniuses from different factions, with varied beliefs and thods, all raised their alert to the highest due to Fang Qingyu’s earth-shattering punch.
However, the battle didn’t cease due to the shock brought by Fang Qingyu.
The enormous Celestial Stage was like a chessboard divided into several independent worlds, with battles erupting simultaneously in multiple areas.
Soon, it was Wei Banng’s turn.
"Platform B No. 5, Wei Banng of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, versus Leng Shuang from the Kunlun Daoist School!"
Wei Banng rose, her white figure like a drifting snowflake, landing coldly in the designated area.
Her opponent was a woman with an equally cold deanor, her hands covered with ice-crystal-like armor.
The battle began!
Leng Shuang’s hands danced, the Ice Crystal Palm Shadow swept in like a blizzard, cold air spreading, trying to freeze everything.
Yet, Wei Banng simply stood still.
Buzz!
An icy chill, yet with an extre sharpness, instantly unfolded!
The ice-blue Sword Domain!
Within the domain, temperatures plumted, the air stilled, and countless tiny ice crystal sword Qi generated from thin air, swirling as if alive.
Leng Shuang’s fierce Ice Crystal Palm Shadow, upon entering the Sword Domain, drastically slowed, quickly covered in a thick layer of ice, before being silently sheared to pieces by the omnipresent ice crystal sword Qi!
It only lasted for ten breaths.
Leng Shuang’s face turned pale, her Protective Qi Force torn apart by the relentless sword Qi, a strand of hair severed.
Decisively, she conceded.
"Platform B No. 5, the victor, Wei Banng of Dragon Abyss Pavilion!"
Clean and decisive, though not as shocking as Fang Qingyu, it showcased the formidable dominance of the combination of Grandmaster Domain and True Intent.
Next up was Chu Kuanglan.
"Platform C No. 2, Chu Kuanglan of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, versus Zhi Gang from the Tiger Supression Temple!"
Chu Kuanglan laughed wildly, crashing into the area like a humanoid tyrannosaurus.
His opponent was a Martial Monk standing nearly two ters tall, with muscles knotted like an iron tower, his skin gleaming with a tallic luster.
Both were Physique Martial Artists taking the path of brute strength, matching punch for punch, Qi Force crackling!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Like two moving mountains colliding, the ground of the Celestial Stage trembled slightly.
Chu Kuanglan’s ferocity was evident, Qi Blood around him burning like a furnace, his fists entangled with molten rock Qi Force, every strike carrying a devastating montum to burn all lands.
"Open for !"
After tens of rounds of entanglent, Chu Kuanglan seized a minor flaw in Zhi Gang, roared, and his right fist, like a teor descending, enwrapped with boiling molten rock Qi Force, struck fiercely upon Zhi Gang’s crossed blocking arms!
"Boom——!!"
A thunderous dull roar!
Zhi Gang’s arms trembled violently, the tallic sheen on them instantly dimd, stumbling back seven or eight steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the hard white jade ground, his face flushed, Qi Blood surging, finally kneeling on one knee, spewing out a mouthful of backlash blood.
"Platform C No. 2, the victor, Chu Kuanglan of Dragon Abyss Pavilion!"
Lu Jiuyuan’s battle was equally fierce.
"Platform D No. 7, Lu Jiuyuan of Dragon Abyss Pavilion, versus Mo Fei the ’Thousand chanism Hand’ from Celestial Craft Pavilion!"
His opponent was a Divine Cultist skilled in puppet chanisms.
Right at the start, he summoned three puppets gleaming with tallic cold light, swiftly and intricately attacking Lu Jiuyuan from different directions.
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