WHOOSH!!
The wind howled, stirring up waves of air.
Zhan Diao's spinning kick was immensely powerful, like a War Axe swinging down horizontally.
To the naked eye, his right leg was covered in a layer of energy, as if his muscles were clad in deep, silver-blue armor, increasing its power by several degrees.
No one who broke through to the Elite Level was weak; they had all mastered at least two or three Martial Skills.
His opponent attacked with a killing move right from the start, holding nothing back.
"Junior Brother Lu..."
Luo Yan's expression changed at the sight. As a veteran Elite Level fighter, Zhan Diao's strength was on par with the hall masters of some small and mid-sized martial arts halls.
Junior Brother Lu, after all, had only just reached the Elite Level. The gap between them was clearly significant.
Zheng Wu and the others also understood the gravity of the situation, their faces a mixture of shock and anger.
