"The peak-level Pao Fist can fight an opponent with more than 2,000 soul power levels. This level of power is already extremely terrifying.
If Hu Qianjue was hit head-on, he would definitely die.
So Lin Tianyou didn't want to let him take risks, so he directly called him to come down.
As Lin Tianyou's voice sounded, Hu Qianjue, who was about to use the fox fire magic, immediately stepped back.
He trusted Lin Tianyou's words very much and jumped out of the battle without any hesitation.
"Interesting, I never thought that anyone could really see the power of my cannon punch."
Zhang Jue stood on the spot, retracted his fist, and did not continue to pursue Hu Qianjue. He only heard him say arrogantly: "Hu Qianjue, you don't have to run too fast, I am not interested in you."
It would be better if Hu Qianjue took the initiative to admit defeat, which could save him a lot of soul power. Zhang Jue only had one goal, and that was the foreign aid Huang Xian invited from Beizhou.
Now that the foreign aid is wearing a mask, he can't tell the truth at all. If he is a strong man in the Heavenly Master realm, it will definitely be a hard nut to crack for him.
Not exposing the peak-level cannon fist can be regarded as hiding Zhang Jue's trump card for defeating his opponents.
Hu Qianjue jumped off the fighting platform without making a single move and voluntarily admitted defeat, which made the entire audience very confused.
"Sure enough, the big bosses in Zhongzhou City still have to look at the three major families. Even if Hu Qianjue is the underground king, he is still a little behind."
"That's right, from today's fighting competition, we can completely see who is the real boss!"
"It's a pity that Lin Tianbao, who has the title of Prince, didn't come, otherwise today's game would have been even more exciting."
"I guess he was afraid of losing in the game and deliberately didn't dare to come over, right? After all, losing a game would seriously affect his title of 'Prince', so he can't afford to lose."
The audience in the audience talked a lot. They admired Zhang Jue's ability to defeat Hu Qianjue without even using a single move.
"Master Lin."
Hu Qianjue returned to his seat on the east side and said hello to Lin Tianyou.
"Well, losing one game is no big deal. I will help you win them all back."
Lin Tianyou gave Hu Qianjue a comforting look, then stood up and prepared to walk onto the fighting stage.
But at this moment, a muddy voice suddenly came from the south.
"Is it Zhang Jue? You still have some skills, let me break your cannon fist!"
Everyone turned around in shock, wanting to see who dared to speak such arrogant words after seeing Zhang Jue's method of scaring away Hu Qianjue.
Like a flying bird, a white shadow jumped up in the air and appeared in everyone's sight. They saw him rise and fall, and he was on the battlefield in an instant.
"Um?"
Lin Tianyou frowned. He didn't expect that someone would dare to get on the stage before him. They were brave enough.
"Young Master Lin, that is the foreign aid Huang Xian invited from Beizhou. At present, all information is a mystery. We don't know how much soul power he has, let alone his origin."
Hu Qianjue said softly.
"No matter what his background is, I'm not interested at all. I just want to kill them quickly so that I can go home early and have dinner cooked by Zi Yuan."
Lin Tianyou spoke calmly.
"Master Lin is right. With Master Lin's talent, even if a master of the ninth level of Tianzun comes, he will have to bow his head respectfully when he sees you."
Hu Qianjue smiled and flattered him.
"Little fox, I find that you are getting better and better at talking now, and you have a bright future."
After praising Hu Qianjue, Lin Tianyou sat back down.
On the south side of the battle platform, Huang Xian looked at the two people on the battle platform, grinning sneer.
"Haha, Mr. Pu took action. It seems that he wants to make my Huang family the strongest in Zhongzhou in advance. When the competition is over, Hu Qianjue will definitely die, and maybe his territory will also fall into the hands of my Huang family. It's really scary to think about it.
It’s so cool, hahaha!”
After saying that, Huang Xian moved his eyes to the east and gave Hu Qianjue a very sympathetic look.
Zhang Jue on the stage was startled by Park Jae-wook's sudden appearance, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
The movement skills of this masked man are not simple. There is not even the slightest fluctuation in soul power. This shows that his level is not low. In terms of movement skills, Zhang Jue thinks he is no match.
The man in the mask was Park Jae-wook. He wore the mask because he was afraid of being discovered by the higher-ups of the Spiritual Society. What surprised him was that the Spiritual Society was not interested in such a martial arts competition at all, not even an elder.
Sent here to take charge.
So Park Jae-wook became bolder, and as soon as he saw Zhang Jue coming on the stage, he rushed forward impatiently.
"Pao Fist is indeed a very powerful Taoist technique, but it is not invincible. Every time you throw a punch, you need about one to two seconds to increase your soul power. Therefore, one to two seconds is enough for me to defeat you.
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Now kneel on the ground and kowtow to me, saying that you are trash and waste. I can consider letting you admit defeat on your own, otherwise, after today's competition, you will become a useless person."
Park Jae-wook looked at Zhang Jue and said in an extremely contemptuous tone.
His biggest interest is to humiliate the exorcists of China, so that these powerful Chinese people know that they are the strongest exorcists in the cold country.
"What did you say?"
When Zhang Jue heard this, his anger skyrocketed. As the eldest son of the three major families in Zhongzhou, no one had ever dared to humiliate him like this. Even Lin Tianbao would not deliberately humiliate the Zhang family. Now it is better that a foreign aid invited by the Huang family
He was so unbridled that it would be difficult to calm the hatred in his heart without killing him!
"I kill you!"
Zhang Jue shouted loudly and clenched his right fist tightly. More than three thousand soul powers were all blessed on that fist. The strong soul light was like a flashlight, which made the audience almost unable to open their eyes.
In a rage, Zhang Jue exerted the power of his cannon fist to its limit. This punch could definitely blast out six thousand soul powers.
"It's amazing. Your cannon punch actually made me feel scared for a few moments. But it's still not enough!"
Park Jae-wook shivered exaggeratedly, and then laughed loudly. It was a arrogant laugh, a contemptuous ridicule.
He put his hands together, formed a heroic seal, muttered a mantra in a low voice, pointed at Zhang Jue and shouted: "Destroy him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a green light suddenly appeared in the air, like wind, and hit Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue was shocked and punched Lumang.
The moment his fist made contact with the green light, Zhang Jue felt as if his fist hit an extremely hard piece of titanium alloy. There was a 'click' and the bones of his fist shattered.
Then, the green light turned into an air arrow, invading from his broken fist and reaching all the spiritual veins in his body, like a meat grinder, destroying crazily!
Zhang Jue was in great pain, and let out a howl like a slaughtering pig, bleeding from all his orifices, and collapsed on the battlefield!"