1101: Chapter 1101: Three Punches To Determine Life and Death 1101: Chapter 1101: Three Punches To Determine Life and Death The stone platform in Purple Fla Sect’s Practice Battle Arena was constructed from special materials sourced from the mountains, even more durable than steel, and it has been the stage for the martial arts competition segnts of Thousand Lakes Country’s Sect assemblies for generations.
For thousands of years, this platform had witnessed countless battles between martial artists and endured nurous True Yuan blasts, yet it remained unscathed.
However, today, as Fang Bai faced off against the Purple Fla Sect’s best, just a few clashes were enough to cause a visible crack in the stone platform that otherwise would have remained intact for a millennium.
That fine crack was like a deep wound slashed across the hearts of the Purple Fla Sect disciples present, causing them profound pain.
This huge stone platform, unique in all of Thousand Lakes Country and one of the symbols and pride of the Purple Fla Sect, its fracturing was a sign to the disciples of the beginning of their Sect’s decline.
Amidst the resounding echoes, Fang Bai was once again blasted backward by two small storms of Wind Essence Qi, his figure flying backward.
This ti, Fang Bai was propelled even further, and when he finally steadied himself midair, he was at the very edge of the stone platform.
Blood began to ooze from Fang Bai’s mouth and nose, his breathing was erratic, Essence Energy scattered, clearly more injured than before.
Under normal circumstances, a martial artist with such injuries should have experienced a decrease in strength by at least twenty to thirty percent, but to the astonishnt of brothers He Yushu and He Linfeng, Fang Bai’s form stabilized almost instantly after halting midair, his chaotic breath quickly steadying, scattered Essence Energy converging once more, and his fighting spirit soaring rather than waning.
“Co, fight again!
Take my third punch!”
Under the shocked gaze of brothers He Yushu and He Linfeng, Fang Bai’s figure shot down from the air once more, unleashing two more Fla Fists.
Fang Bai’s attacks this ti were fiercer.
He Yushu and He Linfeng dared not relax in the slightest, marshaling their utmost True Yuan, responding with punches…
On the stone platform, the sound of impact reverberated every few breaths, each ti louder than the last, each collision of True Yuan creating more and more cracks on the platform.
The more He Yushu and He Linfeng fought, the more terrified they beca, for they found Fang Bai seemingly blessed by the gods, growing stronger with each exchange; every ti the brothers pushed him back together, he would reorganize and launch an even more ferocious counterattack without any sign of weakening True Yuan.
Fang Bai grew stronger as he fought, his True Yuan seemingly inexhaustible.
However, for brothers He Yushu and He Linfeng, their True Yuan was rapidly depleting, they grew weaker as they fought, inwardly cursing their luck.
When the head-on exchange reached the eighth punch, brothers He Yushu and He Linfeng lost their advantage, finally fell into disadvantage, and were oppressively suppressed by Fang Bai.
“This guy is a monster!”
Zu Tiangang, who had retreated dozens of ters away from the stone platform watched, dumbfounded, as He Yushu and He Linfeng kept being driven back under Fang Bai’s relentless assault.
The hope that had kindled in his heart once again turned to despair, his face ashen as fear re-filled his gaze when he looked at Fang Bai.
When brothers He Yushu and He Linfeng, both early Cosmic Level fighters, had appeared, Zu Tiangang felt a surge of elation as if rescued from certain death, almost bursting into tears, believing that with the brothers’ combined might, Fang Bai was dood and the Purple Fla Sect would once again erge unshakeable as the foremost power in Thousand Lakes Country.
Yet, in the brief encounter between Fang Bai and the He brothers, defeat had quickly beco apparent, greatly beyond Zu Tiangang’s expectations.
If the He brothers lost, who else could stop Fang Bai from slaughtering the high-ranking mbers of the Purple Fla Sect?
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Fang Bai launched three successive punches, which the He brothers t with hard resistance.
“Mr.
Fang, stop for a mont!”
“We have sothing to talk about!”
Pushed back to the edge of the stone platform by Fang Bai’s barrage of punches, the He brothers suddenly called for a halt.
Zu Tiangang looked on intently and saw the He brothers’ faces flushed red, their True Yuan scattered, their breathing in disorder.
Most of their beards and hair had been singed off by the Fla Fist, their clothes burnt and perforated with several large holes, giving off a stench of charred fabric.
They were in a far more sorry state than Fang Bai had been monts earlier.
It seed that they had taken quite the beating under Fang Bai’s triple consecutive attacks; if Fang Bai were to launch another round of three punches, the He brothers would surely be injured.
Fang Bai was enjoying the fight and had no intention of stopping.
He burst out laughing and said, “Stop?
Haha, if you can take another three of my punches, I’ll let you go!
Otherwise, leave your lives here!”
The Chaos Origin Energy within Fang Bai’s Qi Sea was now swirling like a high-speed oceanic vortex, generating an astonishing absorption force.
When the Wind Essence Qi emitted by the He brothers collided with this force, a portion of it would be sucked into Fang Bai’s body, quickly coursing through his ridians.
After several complete circulation cycles, it eventually turned into a strand of pure Wind Essence Qi and rged into the swirling Chaos Origin Energy.
Although this refined and nearly invisible strand of Wind Essence Qi was as thin as a hair, it still provided so assistance to Fang Bai’s Cultivation Level.
Fang Bai felt that if he could force the He brothers to tap into their latent potential and exchange a few more punches with him, he could possibly use their power to break through his current limits and ascend to a new realm.
“Co on, these three punches will decide your fate!
First, take my punch!”
With a roaring shout, Fang Bai took a heavy step forward, unleashing the most powerful Fla Fist he had used since the start of their exchange.
The step he took was that of the Divine Elephant Eight Desolate Steps from the Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique.
As his foot hit the ground, True Yuan instantly seeped into the earth and extended in all directions, causing the stone platform within dozens of feet to tremble ceaselessly, as if an ancient behemoth had broken through the primordial Barrier with its mighty trample.
With that single step, several cracks on the stone platform instantly widened by several tis, and plus of stone dust billowed out from the fissures.
The He brothers were unsteady on their feet, their bodies swaying.
Amid their shock, a surge of Fire Primordial Qi, seemingly capable of burning everything to ashes, bore down on them with terrifying montum.
Empowered by the Divine Elephant Eight Desolate Steps, the psychological impact on the He brothers magnified the force of Fang Bai’s attack.
“This punch is too strong, we have to go all out!”
Seeing Fang Bai’s ferocious Fla Fist approaching, the He brothers realized they couldn’t withstand it with their normal strength alone.
Exchanging a knowing glance, they simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood to stimulate their potential and each unleashed their Dragon Spin Fist.
The brothers reluctantly summoned their latent potential in order to defend themselves, their Dragon Spin Fists having threefold increased in power compared to before.
They thought they could gain the upper hand, but when the fists collided, both were repelled several feet, resulting in a stalemate.
However, this stalemate ca at the cost of the He brothers activating their body’s latent potential, whilst Fang Bai had only struck a normal punch.
Thus, the He brothers were effectively defeated.
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