Bruce’s foot directly shattered the ground of the arena, and a boundless chill exploded in an instant.
At that mont, enormous ice pillars rushed skyward from the ground, quickly forming a huge ice cage that completely blocked Ye Feng’s path of retreat.
Although it was a hot sumr, the area around the arena, within a radius of hundred ters, seed to plunge into cold winter, making everyone tremble with cold, their eyes showing shock, completely overwheld by Bruce’s formidable power.
"It seems that Bruce didn’t use his full strength just yet, that kid is dood!" The spectators eyeing Ye Feng revealed expressions of taking pleasure in the disaster.
Before their eyes, Bruce directly condensed a five to six ters long ice sword in his hand.
With a furious roar, Bruce yelled, "Kid, die!"
The murderous intent was clear in Bruce’s eyes as he prepared to kill Ye Feng in one blow without giving him a chance to surrender or admit defeat.
"Whoosh~~" In an instant, an endless cold stream struck towards Ye Feng.
Ye Feng’s eyes, as calm as they always were, showed not a trace of nervousness.
At that mont, Ye Feng moved. Suddenly, his montum was overwhelming, as boundless True Essence erupted and transford into a column of crimson light.
"Boom!" The imnse pressure instantly overwheld the entire venue, and an endless heat wave erupted from Ye Feng, spreading out in every direction, rapidly lting the ice cage Bruce had ford.
"Grandmaster!" Han Yi, Lei Yong, and others who initially thought Ye Feng was dood, shouted in shock.
Even Bruce was startled by the crimson light emanating from Ye Feng, the hallmark of True Essence!
No one had expected that Ye Feng, so young, would be a grandmaster-level powerhouse, making everyone feel incredulous, as they believed grandmasters needed to be at least in their forties to reach such a level.
But here was Ye Feng, a young man in his twenties, also a grandmaster-level powerhouse.
"Grandmaster or not, I will still kill you!" Bruce roared furiously, his ice sword sweeping over, intending to sever Ye Feng’s body.
"Break!" Ye Feng roared, throwing a punch directly at the approaching ice sword.
"Has he gone mad?" The crowd was imnsely shocked as Ye Feng, unard, smashed his fist towards Bruce’s ice sword. Wasn’t that courting death?
"Boom!" In an instant, Ye Feng’s fist collided with Bruce’s ice sword, sparks flying everywhere.
"Crack~~~" With a sound, Ye Feng’s fist easily shattered the ice sword.
"What!" Bruce roared in shock, knowing that this was his fully consolidated ice sword, sharp enough to cut through alloy steel plates, yet it had just been smashed by Ye Feng’s fist.
However, this was not the end. Feng’s aura surged like a rainbow, his clothes flapping wildly. The force of his punch turned into a massive column of fist wind. That fist wind column, like a long dragon, barrelled towards Bruce and crushed him with overpowering force.
Bruce had no ti to react as the fist-wind dragon crushed onto his body.
Bruce felt as if he had been instantly hit by a speeding bus.
"Wow~~" In an instant, Bruce’s chest caved in, and the flesh on his face shook uncontrollably under the strong wind pressure. Bruce flew backward, gliding through the void, shattering the icy cage atop the arena.
Yet, the powerful force did not dissipate; Bruce flew out towards the sea.
"Boom!" Feng bent his knees and propelled forward like a shooting star, slicing through the void. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Bruce. The mont he was behind him, Bruce felt Feng’s formidable aura, vast like the ocean.
The overwhelming pressure left Bruce unable to even breathe. Bruce felt as though he was about to be crushed into minceat by Feng’s overwhelming aura. Bruce collapsed ntally, finally realizing that this young man was far more powerful than himself, beyond Bruce’s comprehension.
If Feng had wanted to, his punch just now could have easily killed him.
"Spare ! I admit...," Bruce scread, intending to concede, but he couldn’t finish his words.
Feng threw a punch, smashing hard onto Bruce’s spine. Bruce’s body flew upward; amazingly, Feng stepped through the void as if there were footholds there.
"Boom!" In an instant, Feng catapulted forward, causing ripples in the air.
The terrifying airwaves blasted in all directions. The spectators closest to Feng couldn’t withstand his imnse airwaves and were blown away, falling over backward.
In the blink of an eye, Feng appeared above Bruce’s head, his hands clasped as if wielding a huge hamr.
"Heaven Shattering Hamr!" Feng uttered coldly. The terrifying pressure, like a sea floating above the clouds, plumted down, transforming into a terrifying Heavenly Waterfall, crushing everything beneath.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The spectators beneath the arena, overwheld by Feng’s powerful aura, felt the terrifying gravity and could no longer maintain their stance, falling to their knees.
Feng’s hamr smashed hard onto Bruce’s chest. Bruce’s eyes showed fear, despair. Feng could have easily killed him with a re flick of his hand, yet he chose to use three moves.
Feng clearly wanted him to die in fear, despair, and agony!
"Bang!" Finally, Feng’s hamr heavily struck Bruce. Bruce’s body instantly bent, with his toes almost touching the top of his head; sparks flew in all directions.
"Rumble~~" Bruce heavily crashed onto the arena floor. The loud impact resonated far and wide; in an instant, the entire arena collapsed, breaking into countless pieces, which then turned into endless rubble.
The endless aftermath stirred up a massive dust storm, blasting out hundreds of ters.
As the arena turned into ruins and the dust slowly dissipated, Feng descended slowly like the War God from the heavens.
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