"Dragon Elephant Hall Master and the Lion King..."
"Who will win?"
Under the pavilion.
Yan Long, with his red hair, gazed into the distance and spoke softly.
"Hard to say."
The white-clothed elder’s eyes flickered slightly, a hint of curiosity in them as well.
Lion King Kawei, hailing from the Holy Luo United States, had been grood as the new generation Lion King by the Holy Lion Sect from a young age. He practiced the Holy Lion Fist, and in his teens, forged a formidable Proud Heart, with a punch and kick exuding an inexplicable domineering aura. From the age of sixteen, regardless of the competition he participated in, he could sweep his opponents and claim the championship. In battles with peers, he had never been defeated. He had also made rapid progress, stepping into the ranks of Peak Faction Masters.
He is believed by those from the Holy Luo United States to have a fair hope of stepping into the legendary Grandmaster Realm in the future. Once, Lion King Kawei and three other Peak Faction Masters were hailed as the Three Heroes of the Northlands. However, as he gradually pulled ahead, slowly, the nickna faded, and he was simply called the Lion King Holy Lion.
This shows that Lion King Kawei is no ordinary Peak Faction Master!
Generally speaking, Lion King Kawei should have a better chance of winning this duel.
"However, Bai Xiao is too mysterious. Not only did he slay a Peak Faction Master not long ago, but his demonstrated Horizontal Training prowess amazes even the Mountain Fist. I even have reason to suspect, could he be the reincarnation of a Grandmaster... otherwise, how could he reach the peak level in such a short ti?"
The white-clothed elder raised the teacup in his hand, took a sip of the fragrant tea.
Thinking in his heart.
While several peak existences idly chatted, watching the distant battle.
On the open ground.
Bai Xiao and the Lion King stopped their steps fifty ters apart.
Near the South Lake side.
The Lion King, with a body as strong as a statue of Apollo, his golden bronze muscles shimring with a tallic glow under the sun. A chest more than three feet wide with trapezius muscles like bronze cast under tension. Especially his head of golden curls, like a mane bristling in a lion’s rage, with strands dancing with flickering golden light.
From afar, he looked like a Holy Lion gazing arrogantly!
And near the bamboo grove.
Bai Xiao’s physique was even taller and more muscular than the Lion King’s. He wore a neatly tailored black and gold combat suit. The gold-threaded Fury Dragon and Angry Elephant, shone brilliantly under the sun, roaring at peak intensity. Bai Xiao, though expressionless, exuded an indescribable domineering aura of authority.
The two stood off from a distance, their powerful auras clashing, with neither giving way. The airflow twisted rapidly, forming whirlpools.
"In Saint Luo, it’s been a long ti since soone dared to challenge ..."
The Lion King’s eyes narrowed slightly, his upper body subtly expanding, the golden hair dancing in the wind like a lion’s mane, imposing in its presence.
"Hehe, consider this my challenge to you?"
Bai Xiao slowly raised his head, his eyes pitch black.
"But in fact..."
"You are the challenger!"
As soon as the words fell, in less than half a second.
"Whoosh!"
A figure vanished from the ground in an instant, moving at an almost unbelievable speed. Seen from afar, several afterimages lingered in the air, with nearby strands of white air squeezed out, appearing like immortal shadows and traces. Golden lotus flower illusions on the ground disappeared one by one.
Immortal Shadow Stepping Lotus Skill!
In an instant, Lion King Kawei’s pupils contracted violently.
Ahead, a formidable body passed through the atmosphere like a teoric object, compressing and grinding through the air, trailing golden-red flas. The arm raised high, with white air swirling around the forearm, the fingers clenched into a fist.
"Whoosh!"
"Bang!"
He raised both arms, a golden Qi surged forth.
"Boom!!!"
The next mont, the Lion King’s entire body was forcibly propelled by a soaring waterfowl illusion, feet scraping the ground like a pile driver as the golden Qi burst open, dissolving like a stream of light.
"Thud!"
His left foot stomped on the ground, creating a deep pit.
The Lion King’s body halted its retreat, taking a deep breath.
"Top-tier Qinggong!"
"Boom!"
In yet another instant, a towering golden light illusion appeared beside him. A punch shot out, chiseling through the air ahead, blasting a vacuum tunnel. The violent punch wind stirred the Lion King’s shirt at the chest, creating ripples and folds, compressing the air to reach Bai Xiao’s fist first.
"Roar!"
The Lion King instantly entered combat mode, as if a Holy Lion had descended, its fiery burning claws transforming into tightly clenched fists.
"Bang!"
The fla-lit fist intercepted Bai Xiao’s fist path.
The two Fist Seals collided fiercely, exploding circular shockwaves in mid-air, even blasting golden-red flas. It was as if their fists were not of flesh and blood but so kind of tempered solid tal.
"Clang clang clang clang clang!"
The next second.
The two rapidly erupted, exchanging punches, colliding arms, demonstrating terrifying combat experience and solid foundational skills. Every part of their body, elbows, shoulders, knees, feet, back, could transform into deadly weapons. This was the profound interpretation of martial arts’ Extre Intent by peak powers, each ti able to react at the extre, instantly finding the best response.
At this mont, the two were like ancient fierce beasts, the thunderous sound of limbs clashing like explosions, tearing the ground apart.
Pockmarked and dirt flying everywhere.
"Bang!"
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