C550 He Was Slapped in the Face
C550 He Was Slapped in the Face
He knew that the destructive force of Pockmarked-faced Youth's attack was extremely strong, so he didn't dare to be careless.
Therefore, when he unleashed the Eighteen Thunder God Fists, Zhang Lingfeng pushed the power of this combat skill to the limit.
"Rumble!"
In the next moment, Zhang Lingfeng's iron fist collided with the green eagle, creating a loud noise that shook the heavens and earth.
The moment Zhang Lingfeng's fist collided with the green eagle, a second punch followed.
Just like that, in an instant, Zhang Lingfeng's fist collided with the green eagle's three punches.
With every punch thrown out, the power contained in Zhang Lingfeng's iron fist doubled.
As he could feel the powerful destructive force of the green eagle, Zhang Lingfeng didn't dare to be careless and threw out his fourth punch.
When he threw out the fourth punch, the strength of Zhang Lingfeng's fist had increased to four times its original strength.
The cultivation base of the two combatants was already at the same level.
As a body cultivator, Zhang Lingfeng's physique was incomparably strong, and he possessed an extremely strong strength to begin with.
As for the Eighteen Thunder God Fists, every additional punch he threw would increase Zhang Lingfeng's basic strength.
This way, when Zhang Lingfeng threw out the fourth punch, the power contained in his iron fist was already terrifying to the extreme.
When Zhang Lingfeng struck the huge body of the green eagle for the fourth time, the attack that was condensed from boundless energy showed signs of dissipating.
"Continue!"
Zhang Lingfeng's eyes focused. The fifth and sixth punches of the Eighteen Thunder God Fists were thrown out once again.
"Creee!"
When Zhang Lingfeng threw out the sixth punch, the force contained in his fist had increased to six times of its original strength.
Even as Zhang Lingfeng moved his fist, ripples appeared in the air, and a series of explosive sounds were heard.
It was as if the space couldn't withstand the power contained in Zhang Lingfeng's fist, and was about to collapse and disappear.
At this moment, the power contained within his iron fist was already extremely terrifying.
One should know that with Zhang Lingfeng's clone, With his current strength, he could only send out seven punches in an instant, increasing his strength by seven times.
However, he had already launched six punches. The power of his iron fist had increased by six times, so the power was naturally terrifying to the extreme.
"Creee!"
Right at this moment, the green eagle that was in a deadlock with Zhang Lingfeng, condensed from energy, suddenly let out a mournful cry as it looked at the lifelike green eagle.
Immediately after that, the huge green eagle was crushed into pieces by Zhang Lingfeng's iron fist.
Even the remaining energy ripples were turned into powder under Zhang Lingfeng's terrifying attack. It didn't spread out at all.
At the same time, the seventh punch of Zhang Lingfeng passed through the collapsing green eagle and struck towards Pockmarked-faced Youth without slowing down.
"Puchi!"
A whistling sound was heard from the void. Zhang Lingfeng's body moved like lightning, and in an instant, he arrived next to Pockmarked-faced Youth, who was caught unprepared. His iron fist tore through the void, and in the eyes of his opponent, it kept enlarging.
"Not good!"
This scene had completely exceeded Pockmarked-faced Youth's expectation.
The Fury Hawk Sky Ripping Claw he used just now was his strongest trump card.
Initially, he thought that even if he couldn't severely injure Zhang Lingfeng, he would still suffer a great loss.
However, Pockmarked-faced Youth had never expected that Zhang Lingfeng would be able to break his attack so easily.
Such a situation caused Pockmarked-faced Youth to turn pale with fright. At the same time, he found it hard to accept this fact.
Looking at the enlarged iron fist in his eyes, Pockmarked-faced Youth's face turned pale, and his heart was filled with panic.
At this moment, all the hairs on Pockmarked-faced Youth's body stood on end, and an extreme sense of danger rose in his heart.
He knew that Zhang Lingfeng's punch must be extremely powerful.
Therefore, he didn't dare to be careless. At this critical moment, he circulated the vigorous Yuan energy in his Dantian crazily.
Pockmarked-faced Youth first injected a portion of the Yuan energy into the inner armor he was wearing, pushing the defensive power of the inner armor to the limit.
Immediately after, Pockmarked-faced Youth condensed another portion of his Yuan energy into a powerful martial skill. He braced himself and faced Zhang Lingfeng's iron fist head on.
Under such a dangerous situation, Pockmarked-faced Youth was still able to multitask. He could form an attack to defend himself while also defending himself. From this, one could see how powerful his combat strength was.
Although this man's ability wasn't bad, there was still a huge gap between him and Zhang Lingfeng.
Therefore, when the two of them collided, the result was still overwhelming.
"Ah. . . "
A wave of heart-wrenching screams sounded. Pockmarked-faced Youth's eyes were about to split apart, and blood gushed out from his mouth. His body was like a kite with a broken string as he was sent flying.
A violent energy shockwave spread out in all directions from both sides.
Smoke and dust filled the sky. The scene was shocking.
Pockmarked-faced Youth's scream had shaken the hearts of the crowd.
"How is this possible?!"
Looking at the figure flying backwards, Jue Wuya and his companions widened their eyes in disbelief.
To be honest, they had never expected such an outcome. It was hard for them to accept it.
It had to be known that the battle between the two of them had only taken an instant.
However, in this split second, the fight between the two sides had actually come to an end.
Before this, they were still talking loudly about Senior Brother Sun's cultivation base and strength, and so on and so forth.
However, just as they finished talking, Senior Brother Sun couldn't even withstand a punch from that brat, and was directly sent flying. He spat out blood and was seriously injured.
This kind of intense contrast made Jue Wuya and his companions' hearts surge with great waves, and they couldn't calm down for a long time.
Many people felt extremely uncomfortable, as if they had eaten flies.
Many people even felt as if they had been slapped in the face, and their entire faces were burning.
All of a sudden, the way these Xue Yang's disciples looked at Zhang Lingfeng had completely changed.
They became serious, as if they were looking at a monster.
The leader of the group, Jue Wuya, had a calm expression on his face, but his heart wasn't calm either. He looked at Zhang Lingfeng with a cold and grim expression.
The combat strength unleashed by this brat just now was enough to attract his attention.
With his Ninth Level of Void Shocking Stage cultivation base and powerful combat strength, he was able to defeat Pockmarked-faced Youth in an instant.
Therefore, even if Jue Wuya found out that Zhang Lingfeng's combat strength was very strong, he wouldn't fear him at all.
After all, his cultivation base was still there. After reaching the Ninth Level of Void Shocking Stage, he was two levels stronger than Zhang Lingfeng, and he still had the advantage in terms of cultivation base.