Black Blade let out a scornful laugh, his face a mask of contempt and his eyes ferocious.
'Clash fists with me?'
'The grass on the last guy's grave is already three feet high!'
Too bad Tang Wen couldn't read his mind, or he would've shot back, 'I knew a guy just as cocky as you!'
Night Divine Fist—Dark Night Killers!
Mountain-Opening Cannon Fist—Head-On Cannon!
BOOM!
The two fists collided.
A gust of wind swept across the martial arts arena, sending their clothes billowing.
Black Blade's savage smile froze on his face. An immense, unstoppable force blocked his Fist Force, traveled up his right arm, and slammed into his body.
His towering, 1.9-meter frame shuddered uncontrollably.
'What?'
The crowd went silent.
The Martial Masters in the audience, shocked and dumbfounded, glanced at one another in disbelief.
Zheng Nanzhu leaned back slightly, a look of utter disbelief on her face.
"He's just a Second-class Martial Master, isn't he?"
