With Zhao Feng being at the centre, the dust under the unseen force slowly floated upwards.
“What! That’s….”
“It’s….” The main judge stood up; his face was full of excitement.
Not good! Zhao Tianjian’s expression turned ugly.
“What is going on!” Zhao Yijian felt an unknown pressure bear towards him, making him unable to even breathe. Even his sword speed was limited. In his eyes, Zhao Feng’s fist was like a roaring dragon…..
Dang! Kraaaak——
Zhao Yijian spat out a mouthful of blood.
Clang!
His sword split into two pieces and fell onto the ground.
There was also an unseen force that travelled through the sword and flowed into his body.
“Ah!”
Zhao Yijian groaned as he was knocked twenty metres back.
Hu~
As Zhao Feng lowered his fist, the dust fell slowly back onto the ground.
Not knowing how long had passed, someone shouted, “Inner Strength of the Martial Path!”
Inner Strength!
A faint green glow flashed throughout Zhao Feng’s body…..