This left the Saint of Fist utterly speechless.
At this point, he no longer wanted to keep playing around with Xu Hao; who the hell knew what else Xu Hao might pull out.
"Sigh, your ntality's not up to par, little bro."
Xu Hao chuckled softly and raised his hand to throw a punch.
He was going to use his fists to decide life and death with the Saint of Fist, the man fad for conquering the world with a pair of Iron Fists!
Just now, that guy Ao Ming actually couldn't be bothered to personally deal with that Upper Ninja, and instead triggered a talisman. That put Xu Hao in a very bad mood.
Of course, no matter how strong he was, it was impossible for him to trigger a talisman from that far away. That had all been Ao Ming's doing.
But did this guy Ao Ming really think Third Grade Superior Talismans grew on trees?
It could've clearly just waved its hand—no, waved its claws—and killed Hatano Lang on the spot, but it just had to waste a talisman.
This was all going on in Xu Hao's mind; naturally, outsiders had no idea.
At this mont, everyone was solemnly watching the fight between Xu Hao and the Saint of Fist.
After all, what was unfolding between them was a world‑shaking battle the likes of which hadn't been seen in years!
Whether it was the people at the scene or those in front of their TVs, everyone was tense to the extre, hardly daring to breathe.
Still, soone snorted coldly. "Hmph! That brat Xu Hao actually wants to beat the Saint of Fist with his fists? He's looking for death! The Saint of Fist's pair of Iron Fists can stand against the other four Saints. Fighting like this, he's about to learn what real suffering is!"
"Huaya People really are arrogant as hell. I thought he'd pull out that incomparably sharp sword of his, but I didn't expect him to be so full of himself he'd try to compare Punching Power with the Saint of Fist. Saint of Fist, go for it—try to blow Xu Hao's brains out with one punch!"
"Can't do that. If you finish him too fast and Xu Hao dies too quickly, that'd be too cheap for him. Better to torture him slowly and beat his whole body to pieces."
Seeing Xu Hao wanting to clash Punching Power with the Saint of Fist, all the Dongying people looked down on him with utter contempt.
They didn't even stop to think what the Saint of Fist had used to be enshrined as a Saint—that was a pair of Invincible Iron Fists!
In terms of fists alone, not a single other Saint was his match!
Seeing the move Xu Hao was using, the Saint of Fist imdiately laughed. "These two Iron Fists of mine have already killed sixteen people, every one of them an Upper Ninja master, at least Middle stage Jonin at the worst. There was even a Great Perfection Peak Late stage Grandmaster level's master from Fusang Country who died by my hands.
Since my debut, the Weapons my hands have clashed with are beyond counting, yet they've never suffered any major damage. People flatter and have conferred on the title of Saint of Fist, and I also feel I truly deserve it.
Yet now, after I've made my na, this is the first ti I've seen soone wanting to settle things with using pure fists. I take that as an insult. Today, I have to kill you!"
"Heh, you take it as an insult? I'm actually complinting you. After you die, my fa will only grow. When later generations talk about the battle between you and , they'll record that the Dongying Saint of Fist and I fought dozens of fierce exchanges, and in the end, you were just a hair inferior and lost to ." Xu Hao said blandly.
"Hmph! Enough useless talk. If you want to convince with fists, then we'll fight it out! Prepare to die!"
The Energy Force on the Saint of Fist's fists suddenly surged, and his whole body shot toward Xu Hao like a cannonball.
Xu Hao's expression didn't change as his fist slamd solidly into the Saint of Fist's fist.
Ti seed to freeze in that instant.
All the Dongying people saw the two n's fists crash heavily together.
"The Saint of Fist is Invincible! Xu Hao's fist is definitely shattered!"
"Co on, Saint of Fist! Xu Hao, you're bound to regret going head‑to‑head with the Saint of Fist! Your hand is probably already ruined, isn't it?"
"I bet Xu Hao's stunned right now. In his wildest dreams he wouldn't have thought the Saint of Fist's power would be this overwhelming. He's probably just forcing himself to hold on."
Everyone boldly predicted the outco of their first clash. Almost all of them believed Xu Hao was bound to be the one to lose.
After all, the Saint of Fist's reputation was right there. He was an existence the Dongying people revered like a god!
But in the very next mont—
Everyone noticed that Xu Hao's expression was still unchanged, yet the Saint of Fist's expression didn't look so good anymore.
Could sothing bad have happened?
Was the Saint of Fist no match for Xu Hao?
The crowd began speculating wildly.
Seeing the change in their expressions on the big screen, Qiu er imdiately laughed. "Xu Hao really is incredible—he's basically all‑round. That guy, the Saint of Fist, is going to suffer this ti. Xu Hao's strength isn't just hot air; he's actually this strong. The Saint of Fist might get beaten black and blue by Xu Hao, then fall from up there and die from the fall. Sigh, for one of Dongying's so‑called saints to end up dying from a fall—that's really pathetic enough."
Soone nearby imdiately shouted in fury, "Bullshit! The Saint of Fist will never be defeated! Even if he is, it'd only be at the hands of another Saint, not by that guy Xu Hao! Xu Hao could never beat the Saint of Fist!"
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