Unstoppable Crushing: Starting from Adding Points in Dreams-Chapter 212 - 138: Heroes Surround and Hunt, I Alone Bear the Burden!_2

Chapter 212: Chapter 138: Heroes Surround and Hunt, I Alone Bear the Burden!_2

"Give up."

Pang Kui stood his ground, expressionless, "Although I don’t know what tricks your Flying Dragon Style is up to."

"But with just Entering Force, no one has beaten me yet."

Without giving an answer, the Third True Inheritor simply waited for the referee’s signal.

Begin!

Whoosh!!

The figure vanished in an instant and reappeared right in front of Pang Kui.

Pupils constricted, all he saw was a Chong Quan punch.

Hum!!!

It was as if a dragon had emerged, its dragon chant unceasing.

The roaring waves were lifted as Pang Kui, struck in the chest, had a slight change in expression and quickly lowered his center of gravity.

Thump!!!

A column of Powerful Energy Pillar burst open behind him, piercing through the air and suspending several meters high.

The deep-colored robe with whale patterns burst apart, revealing Pang Kui’s face with bulging veins, bellowing as he swung his arms, with Empowerment filling his ears.

It was like a tiger whale slapping the waves, the oppressive aura locking down everything.

The air howled, and white steam burst forth.

Swoosh!!

But then, in the next second.

The unimpeded punches suddenly hit nothing; the Third True Inheritor had disappeared from his original place and now stood behind Pang Kui.

"How is this possible!"

"He actually avoided the Whale Body Six Styles."

"Even the aura lock can be evaded?"

Below the stage, some exclaimed in surprise, and the members of top sects like the Giant Elephant Sect all looked grave, even Zhan Wushuang, who was regarded as the strongest, showed a hint of wariness.

"It’s over."

Hum!!

The Powerful Energy Pillar erupted again, like an invisible force piercing through Pang Kui’s body, emerging from behind him and tearing through the air.

One, two, three.

Nine successive attacks, the blue figure blinking in and out.

Thump!

The huge mountain-like body staggered and wavered, Pang Kui’s mouth bleeding, his complexion pale, half-kneeling on the ground.

"To make me strike nine punches."

"You, are not weak."

With his palm stopping at the opponent’s neck, the Third True Inheritor seemed to have expended quite a bit, but his aura was still overwhelmingly vigorous.

Four eyes locked, Pang Kui clenched his teeth unwillingly.

"I lost."

"Pang Kui actually lost?"

Many widened their eyes in disbelief, Chen Feng also squinted towards the platform, feeling somewhat surprised.

In his Perception, the Third True Inheritor was not that much stronger than Pang Kui.

But the result was such a swift conclusion.

Zhao Jushan and his two companions also took a long while to recover from the shock, but then, the next second.

Beep!

Another platform was ready; the screen flickered, drawing a new match.

[Flame Tiger Sect, Zhao Jushan, Platform 2!]

As the draw was set, Zhao Jushan exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Then, giving Chen Feng a nod, he, in a grey robe, quickly left his seat and headed towards the platform.

"Don’t worry, Jushan’s Copper Statue Technique is almost perfect."

As if perceiving Zhao Tingxiao’s worry, Lin Xiaoyun suppressed her surprise and hastily comforted him: "He has dealt with Entering Force Triple before, as long as it’s not against those top sects, then..."

Beep!

The opponent on the virtual screen became fixed.

Wearing a blue robe of Flying Dragon Style, with sleeves bearing the number six.

Lin Xiaoyun’s words were interrupted, and many eyes turned to the scene.

Step!

The Sixth True Inheritor of Flying Dragon Style, with the agility of a winding dragon, stood on the platform, his disdain clearly visible on his face.

"Flame Tiger Sect.... heh."

He looked towards Zhao Jushan, whose face was stern, standing about seven or eight meters away on the other side of the platform.

A mocking glint flashed in his eyes, and his words lightly hit the ground.

"Kneel and concede, so you don’t get crippled."

Tiger eyes flaming, but Zhao Jushan was still restraining his emotions. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Until at last, the referee signaled.

"If you don’t concede, then don’t blame me..."

"Cut the crap!"

Stomping the ground to erupt, interrupting the other.

Zhao Jushan acted resolutely, no holds barred.

Already at a weaker realm, if his anger was not contained, how could he compete?

Hum!

Covered in Ancient Bronze, he threw a punch, with deep red power condensed within.

Bang!

The power exploded, hitting the opponent.

No trace of joy appeared, instead, Zhao Jushan’s heart sank even further.

In a follow-through, he realized that his full-powered punch had been lightly caught by the opponent’s raised palm.

As if flame met water.

Blue energy circulated ceaselessly, all the deep red energy fizzled out and was extinguished.

"Already told you... to concede."

Swoosh!!!

A blue light palm fiercely roared out, landing directly on Zhao Jushan’s chest.

Bang!!

The Ancient Bronze chest caved inwards, his body arching backward.

Eyes wide, filled with bloodshot lines.

Even with his Hard Skills and Copper Statue Technique nearing perfection,

Zhao Jushan still felt a burst of severe pain as if his chest bones were about to shatter.

In contrast, the blue-robed youth easily dispelled all Rebound Force with a graceful sway.

And moreover.

His left hand, like a dragon claw, tightly grasped his fist, followed by his right arm ripping through the air, leaving a series of afterimages.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The grey robe was torn to shreds, a series of dented palm prints left behind on Zhao Jushan’s chest.

His bloodshot eyes gradually closed, his robust aura plummeting rapidly.

Thump!

The body fell powerless, and in a mere few seconds, Zhao Jushan had already toppled backward, knocked out on the spot.

In an instant.

Chen Feng’s expression turned cold, and so did Lin Xiaoyun’s next to him.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Zhao Tingxiao looked worried and hastily left his seat to help the fallen comrade.

The Entering Force referee of the Flying Dragon Style remained indifferent throughout, while the expressions of the other factions in the seats varied, some frowned, some discussed.

"Such a heavy hand?"

"Nearly crippled him on the spot."

"Pretty ruthless."

Zheng Shan and other top sect inheritors showed complicated expressions, Pang Kui being helped down from the platform shook his head.

Flying Dragon Style might have some reservations against the likes of him, but against Flame Tiger Sect...

"Such a weakling, what garbage of Hard Skills you’ve practised."

The Sixth True Inheritor said blandly, with a tone slightly mocking.

Zhao Tingxiao carried the unconscious Zhao Jushan, his face flushed red, fists clenched tight.