"I appreciate your kind intentions,"
Xiang Longhu said indifferently, "However, it's too early to say who will be knocked down. It could very well be you, not ."
After hearing Xiang Longhu's words, Li Zitian's eyes narrowed slightly, "Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit?"
"If that's the case, then I'll let you know just how foolish the decision you're making is."
As his voice fell, Li Zitian took a step forward.
His figure vanished from where he stood, moving incredibly fast, like a blur, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Xiang Longhu.
At that mont, a fierce and dominating punch thundered towards Xiang Longhu's face.
The punch created a sharp sonic boom as it traveled through the air, particularly grating on the ears.
The power was astonishing!
Xiang Longhu snorted coldly without dodging, his eyes flashing with intense fighting spirit.
He too threw a punch!
The punch whistled through the air, its power just as terrifying!
Boom—
At the mont the fists collided, a thunderous roar like that of rolling thunder resounded.
A terrifying wave of energy rippled out from the center of the clash, spreading outward in all directions.
The force of the energy rampaged out, and even the spectators sitting at a distance had to quickly channel their energy to ward off the gusts of force sweeping toward them.
After exchanging a punch, both n took a step back.
A flicker of surprise crossed Li Zitian's mind.
He had used seventy percent of his strength, yet he was evenly matched with Xiang Longhu, and hadn't managed to send him flying as he had initially thought.
"Quite interesting."
Li Zitian set aside the flicker of surprise in his mind, his face regaining a disdainful smile, "Your strength is worth taking action."
"However, with that little strength of yours, the idea of defeating is utterly ludicrous."
As he spoke, Li Zitian took a deep breath, and a trendously strong oppressive force was released from his body, covering the direction where Xiang Longhu stood.
He was getting serious now!
As the powerful pressure approached, Xiang Longhu stomped fiercely.
Bang!
The ground crumbled instantly.
His body, too, erupted with a majestic aura, directly shattering the oppressive force released by Li Zitian.
Xiang Longhu powered up, pushing off with his leg, and like a cannonball being fired, he hurtled towards Li Zitian, throwing another punch.
Bang!
Li Zitian threw a punch as well!
Their figures moved like phantoms, constantly shifting and changing positions.
They were incredibly fast, their forms hard to capture by onlookers.
Bang bang bang…
Every collision of their fists and feet seed to solidify the air around them, the dull thudding sounds exceptionally loud.
After a fierce battle, neither was able to secure a victory.
"Your strength is nothing special,"
Xiang Longhu said blandly, "I don't know where you get your confidence from, claiming you'd beat to a pulp. Is this all you've got?"
Li Zitian's face showed displeasure at being ridiculed by Xiang Longhu. His eyes narrowed slightly, a cold and gloomy look emanating from them.
"Seeking death!"
Xiang Longhu snorted coldly, as an extrely powerful force gradually concentrated in his right fist.
This ti, he directly channeled the Martial Skill—Sky-Destroying Fist.
A powerful aura of destruction began to spread over his fist.
He launched it in the direction of Xiang Longhu.
A huge shadow ford from his fist, as if it was about to crush Xiang Longhu beneath it.
Seeing his opponent use a powerful move, Xiang Longhu imdiately circulated the Inner Strength within his body.
Instantly, a faint golden light emanated from Xiang Longhu's body, spreading over the back of his fist.
Boom—
Atop the platform, a cloud of dust whirled into the sky, enveloping both n and preventing the audience from seeing clearly what was happening inside.
There was no more fighting, no more figures seen.
At this mont, as if ti had frozen, all was silent.
Amidst the dust cloud that filled the sky, a figure flew backwards out of it, heavily smashing onto the ground.
When the onlookers saw clearly who was lying on the ground, many faces imdiately showed an expression of shock.
"How is this possible?"
"Li Zitian was defeated?"
Everyone looked disbelieving, yet the reality before them was undeniable.
"This match, Dragon Hall's Xiang Longhu wins!"
As these words settled, the outco of the match was decided.
The scene instantly erupted into commotion.
"When did the people of Dragon Hall beco so powerful?"
"That's Li Zitian, isn't he? Ranked second only to War God Xiao in combat power, yet now he has actually lost!"
The crowd shook their heads in astonishnt.
"I... I haven't lost yet..."
Li Zitian's heart was filled with reluctance. He tried to rise again, but found himself utterly weak and fell back onto the ground.
"I said it before, the glory of Dragon Hall, I will fight for it!"
Determination flashed in Xiang Longhu's eyes as he then cast a straightforward glance towards those of Heavenly Hall, Earth Hall, Martial Arts Departnt, and others on the stage.
It seed like a declaration of war!
He wished to tell that crowd, if they wanted to crush Dragon Hall, they would have to step over him first.
"It seems Dragon Hall isn't as easy to deal with as we imagined."
A chill flashed in Shen Lian's eyes.
A slight cold smirk appeared at the corner of Tie Yimu's mouth.
In his eyes, no matter how Dragon Hall acted up, no matter how strong the others were, he had only one objective; as long as he could win at the final mont, that was enough.
Among these people, only Xiao Wujiu posed a slight threat to him.
As for the others, he didn't even bother to look them in the eye.
He looked towards where Xiao Wujiu was sitting, seeing the latter sitting there expressionlessly; even the defeat of their War Division's mber hadn't affected his mood in the slightest.
Afterward, Xiang Longhu stepped down from the ring.
The silvery-robed old man's voice rang out again, "Next match, Qin Jiang against Zhao Mulong."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Mulong clenched his fists on the spot without any hesitation and stepped up to the ring.
His mood was agitated, eager to take this opportunity to wash away his previous disgrace in front of everyone.
"I've heard that Zhao Mulong has greatly improved in strength."
Liu Changhong reminded Qin Jiang quietly from the side.
Qin Jiang rely gave a aningful smile, said nothing, and stood up to approach the stage.
"Qin Jiang, the grievances between us should be settled here."
After seeing Qin Jiang, Zhao Mulong's eyes narrowed slightly, with intense coldness in his gaze, as if he wished he could trample Qin Jiang underfoot right there and then.
Qin Jiang sneered playfully, "A defeated general is always a defeated general. Do you still think you have a chance for a turnaround?"
"You were defeated last ti, and this ti will be no exception."
Hearing what Qin Jiang said, Zhao Mulong was infuriated, and a surge of invisible rage blazed from his chest.
"Tis have changed."
Zhao Mulong's voice was eerily cold, "This ti, I will return the humiliation of the past double to you!"
"I will let you know who truly deserves the position of Dragon Hall's Hall Master!"
"Today, I will take back what rightfully belongs to !"
"Noise."
Qin Jiang, uninterested in further banter, struck out imdiately with a palm aid at his chest!
In an instant, Zhao Mulong felt a strong oppressive force envelop him, causing great discomfort.
His face changed drastically, eyes widening in disbelief at the powerful force being unleashed by Qin Jiang.
In the blink of an eye, Qin Jiang was already before him.
And with him ca that powerful palm strike.
Zhao Mulong hurriedly raised his hands to defend.
Bang!
The force of the strike wreaked havoc.
Zhao Mulong's face turned ugly as the energy within him roiled uncontrollably, unable to withstand Qin Jiang's attack, and he was sent flying.
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