The barrage comnts went completely insane.
"The deans are aweso! This is what we call true vision!"
"LMAO, the higher-ups' faces have been thoroughly slapped!"
"Lord Mo Yuan is incredibly cool, this is the bearing of a true powerhouse!"
"When all five deans stood up together, I got goosebumps!"
"See that? This is what they an by 'the wise man adapts to circumstances'!"
"Higher-ups: Deans, why have you betrayed us? Deans: Shut up, we call this seeing the greater good."
"This is the kind of match we want to see, forget about rules, just go all out!"
"I already have a feeling, after today, the entire landscape of Daxia is going to change!"
"Su Zhan! Su Zhan! Su Zhan!"
The entire live stream interface was completely covered by the madly scrolling barrage, the servers repeatedly on the verge of crashing.
Everyone's emotions were thoroughly ignited. This sudden challenge had already evolved into a nationwide carnival.
At the referee's command.
This highly anticipated challenge match officially began.
"Su Zhan! Fall before !"
Bai Pojun's long-accumulated fury erupted at its peak.
Without any probing, his very first move was a killing blow.
Supre Fist Intent condensed, a single punch blasted out. The fist aura tore through the air, carrying a terrifying force, instantly crossing several dozen ters to smash towards Su Zhan's face.
This punch was fast! Vicious! Accurate!
It contained the full power of Bai Pojun's Abyss Realm second stage.
Off the stage, even the cheers of many supporters rang out, as if they already saw the scene of Su Zhan being blasted away by this punch.
Su Zhan stood quietly in place, only in his deep eyes did a faint silver light flow silently past.
Ti Abyss Pupil, Future Vision, activate!
The mont Bai Pojun threw his punch.
Su Zhan's eyes had already seen all the trajectories of this punch within the next five seconds, as well as the thirteen possible follow-up variations connected to it.
Su Zhan's body sidestepped at a subtle angle, brushing past the edge of the fist aura.
By a hair's breadth!
"What!?"
Bai Pojun's pupils contracted, but his combat experience was rich. He did not retract his fist montum, instead using his waist to generate force. His left fist, from an extrely tricky angle, carrying a spiraling energy, shot straight towards Su Zhan's ribs.
Su Zhan seed to have already foreseen it, his foot lightly sliding, his figure floating back half a foot.
The spiraling fist wind just barely brushed past the corner of his clothes, failing to stir even a single ripple.
"Damn!"
Bai Pojun completely flew into a rage, unleashing the Supre Fist technique with all his might.
Fist shadows filled the sky like a storm, enveloping all the space around Su Zhan.
Fist auras howled, shaking the sturdy arena ground until countless cracks appeared.
Su Zhan moved within this airtight storm of fist shadows as if taking a leisurely stroll.
At tis, he slightly tilted his head, and a fist shadow would brush past his ear.
At tis, he lightly lifted his toes, his body rotating, passing precisely through the gap between two fist auras.
At tis, it was just a simple backward lean, and that fist powerful enough to shatter stone would blast past the tip of his nose by a hair's breadth.
His movents were extrely minimal, yet their efficiency was terrifyingly high.
Not a single ounce of extra strength was wasted, not a trace of panic. Every dodge predicted all of Bai Pojun's attack routes and subsequent variations.
Bai Pojun roared repeatedly, pushing his speed to the limit, not hesitating to expend large amounts of Spiritual Energy to unleash wide-area attacks, attempting to use brute force to overco technique and seal off all of Su Zhan's dodging space.
But it was useless!
Completely useless!
Su Zhan was like a worm in his gut, always managing to move to the blind spot of the attack before he even exerted his force.
Every single one of Bai Pojun's punches hit empty air.
The frustration from swinging with full force and hitting nothing, combined with the weakness from the rapid depletion of Spiritual Energy, almost made him vomit blood.
In less than a minute.
Bai Pojun had already thrown over a thousand punches, his fist auras plowing through nearly half the arena, yet he hadn't even touched the corner of Su Zhan's clothes.
From beginning to end, Su Zhan kept both hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
The entire arena fell silent.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The live stream barrage exploded at a frantic speed:
"I... what am I seeing?"
"What the hell kind of movent technique is this?"
"Prediction! It's all prediction! It's like he knows where Bai Pojun's next punch is going to land!"
"Bai Pojun can't even touch him?"
"How do you fight this? This is completely impossible to fight!"
On the Glory High Platform.
The other nine top talents, who originally carried anger and fighting spirit, all changed their expressions.
They finally directly experienced that kind of despair-inducing gap.
Bai Pojun, panting heavily, stopped his attacks. His eyes bloodshot, he glared at Su Zhan, who remained as calm as ever. A sense of humiliation surged in his heart.
Only then did Su Zhan speak lightly, "Is this... your full power?"
Bai Pojun gasped for breath, sweat soaking his combat suit.
His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Su Zhan, filled with unwillingness.
The strength and fist technique he took such pride in seed so laughable before the opponent's movent technique, unable to even make contact.
This feeling of powerlessness was driving him mad!
"Su Zhan!!!"
Bai Pojun's voice was hoarse, "Do you only know how to dodge around like a rat? Dare you face head-on? Take one of my punches!"
He wanted to use his strongest power in a direct confrontation to salvage his dignity.
Even if he could only force the other to retreat a single step, it would be better than being toyed with endlessly like this!
Instantly, the eyes of the entire arena focused on Su Zhan.
Su Zhan's eyes held a playful glint. He nodded gently, his tone flat, "Alright."
This ti, he no longer dodged. Instead, facing Bai Pojun, he simply took a single step forward.
It was just an ordinary step, yet it seed to shrink the ground, instantly crossing the distance between the two, arriving right in front of Bai Pojun.
Then, he raised his right hand, fingers closing into a fist, and with equal simplicity, threw a punch.
This punch seed utterly unadorned, not even stirring up much of a wind.
Yet, in Bai Pojun's perception, it felt as if the entire heaven and earth were crushing down upon him with this fist.
A terrifying force as vast as a sea of stars locked onto him, making even the thought of dodging impossible to rise.
"Annihilation!"
Bai Pojun's pupils contracted sharply. He poured all the remaining Spiritual Energy in his body, without reservation, into his right fist, unleashing the strongest punch of his life.
A blinding white light dyed his entire right arm as if forged from light.
One large, one small.
One resplendent, one plain.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, without any fancy tricks...
They collided!
"BOOM——!!!!!"
"CRACK——!!!"
"ARGH——!"
Under everyone's horrified gazes.
Bai Pojun's right arm, shining with blinding white light, the mont it made contact with Su Zhan's seemingly ordinary fist.
Starting from the fist, the arm bones shattered inch by inch at a terrifying angle.
White bone fragnts even pierced through the skin and muscle, mixed with blood, exposed to the air.
He himself spewed a mouthful of blood wildly, his body flying backwards uncontrollably, finally smashing heavily against the protective light barrier at the arena's edge with a dull, thunderous impact. Then he slid limply to the ground, completely knocked unconscious.
His right arm was already completely ruined, hanging at a grotesque angle.
Su Zhan stood in place, maintaining his punching posture. Not even the hem of his clothes was ruffled.
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