243: C243 This must be the So-called 'big Boss' Right

C243 This must be the So-called 'big Boss' Right

Amidst the shocked gazes of the crowd, Yang Long suddenly stepped onto the shore, pushed himself up a few feet, and stepped on the arena. With both hands behind his back, he looked at Song Tao and said, "You are my opponent?"

Song Tao's expression changed.

For the first time since he had ascended the stage, his expression changed.

Ever since he started following his master to cultivate the Ancient Titan Fist Art, he had been unstoppable and unparalleled.

But today, seeing Yang Long tread on the waves, Fang Xing knew what it meant by 'heaven above the heavens' and 'there is always someone above'.

However, even though Song Tao was sincere in his heart of martial arts, even though he was shocked, it actually aroused the courage and bravery in his heart.

"Please!"

He bowed again and clasped his hands.

"Come on."

Yang Long had one hand behind his back, while the other hand was slightly raised to the side.

Upon seeing this, Song Tao was infuriated.

The man in front of him was like a supernatural being, but he was an expert in the west. How could he be insulted like this?

He let out a roar and activated the Gu Tai Fist Art. Green veins bulged all over his body and his skin instantly turned as black as steel. His whole body expanded by one size and he became a two-meter tall man.

"The suicidal secret of the Ancient Titan Fist? This is more like it. "

Yang Long nodded slightly.

Below the stage, someone cried out in alarm.

"Song Tao went all out. "Gu Tai Chi can only be used three or four times in its lifetime, and every time it is used, one's vitality would be greatly damaged, and they would be weak for a few months."

However, countless of people turned a deaf ear to it, their eyes were tightly fixated on Yang Long who was on the stage.

Song Tao let out a series of wild roars as he raised his hand to call.

This time around, his speed had obviously slowed down, but the power of this punch was akin to Mount Tai collapsing. The force behind it was unbelievable.

Guo Wei's face turned even paler. If Song Tao had used this technique from the very beginning, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand three punches.

On the stage, Yang Long unexpectedly stood there, neither blocking nor dodging. When the fist came close, he clenched his right hand and threw out a punch as well.

This punch of his was silent, yet it was executed later than his attack.

A 'kacha' sound was heard.

The two fists collided, and Song Tao was sent flying like a straw. His arm strangely bent outwards, as if it was broken by Yang Long's punch.

At this moment, Yang Long did not have any intention of holding back. In a flash, he appeared above Song Tao.

Song Tao let out a desperate roar, his other hand was placed on his chest, but Yang Long had already taken a step down.

This kick of his was as nimble as a swallow dashing through water. It easily pierced through Song Tao's defenses, and directly trampled both him and Song Tao on the stage.

"Boom!"

It was like a giant boulder smashing into the ground.

Song Tao's entire body crashed into the ground, forming a small crater in the arena.1

His chest was deeply caved in, as if his waist had been hit by a huge, heavy card. After receiving such heavy injuries, it was clear that he wouldn't be able to continue living.

Punch, kick, kick! Song Tao had died!

The whole place was dead silent, looking at the man who casually killed Song Tao, he shook his head and said, "He's too weak. If you practice another twenty years, you'll be able to exchange a few more blows with me. "

With that, Yang Long stood proudly with his hands behind his back. He looked around the high platform and said lightly: "Who else wants to come?"

Although there were many Ganges elders on the platform, none of them dared to speak out.

Yang Long stepped on the water and came over. One strike from him had already shocked them. Even the top three, Song Tao, could not withstand one punch and one kick from him. Who would dare to send himself to his death?

Mo Xu did not dare to reply so easily.

He was also a Yellow Rank cultivator, but he was still unable to reach the realm of water walking!

At this moment, the bald man was like a frosted eggplant, wishing that he could bury himself in the chair so that Yang Long would never notice him.

"No one else?"

Yang Long's gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Mo Xu in the middle.

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