The powerful strength burst forth by Ross.
As the hexagram pattern spun, Ross, holding a silver longsword, followed closely behind.
Causing many present to widen their eyes.
Everyone wanted to see how I would respond.
However, in the next second, everyone was stunned.
Because they saw me standing still, not moving at all.
Not even opening the sword bag on my back.
"What is that kid doing?"
"Hey! Dodge quickly, counterattack!"
"Are you scared, hurry up and flash!"
"..."
Many impatient spectators below the stage couldn't sit still, continuously shouting at me on the stage.
Because I am a Daoist from the Central Plains, facing Ross represents the younger generation of the Central Plains...
But I still stood quietly in place.
If I win, I will win thoroughly. I want Ross to know.
The gap between us.
His Western realm magic, his arrogance and insolence.
In front of me, they are不堪一击 (invulnerable).
In a blink of an eye, the hexagram pattern approached.
Ross suddenly leaped into the air and roared:
"Eastern pig, die! hunting! (Demon Hunter's Slash)"
Ross, his face full of anger, leaped forward fiercely, his silver sword slashing down.
On the silver sword, a dazzling golden light suddenly flashed.
Accompanied by a powerful gang qi, it slashed down.
The hexagram pattern in front, and Ross's strongest attack, Demon Hunter's Slash, behind.
This is a double attack, and also Ross's strongest technique.
In the Western realm, he defeated many evil spirits with these two moves.
The reason Ross used his strongest technique upon meeting me.
It was also to have a general understanding of my strength.
He who can defeat him with one punch is considered to have strength.
At the same time, he wanted to, in front of everyone.
Revenge for the shame of having his front teeth knocked out the night before yesterday.
He planned to decide the victor with me in one move.
Below the stage, many people were dumbfounded by this magnificent double attack.
While I, with a sneer at the corner of my mouth, formed a seal with one hand.
My entire Dao energy instantly vibrated outwards.
Terrifying Dao energy ripples, suppressing the entire audience.
Ross's pupils contracted, his own strength was completely suppressed, and he felt a palpitation.
My right hand was already clenched into a fist.
I gave a low shout:
"Heaven and Earth are limitless, Qiankun has the law, Break!"
The "Break" technique was unleashed.
In an instant, I threw out a punch.
The mid-stage of Xuandan, plus the boost from my "Break" technique.
A vast gang qi, with a "buzz," was sent out.
The approaching hexagram pattern, seemingly dazzling.
But the moment it came into contact with my punch, it instantly shattered.
The energy turbulence from the hexagram pattern and the gang qi fist wind of the "Break" technique instantly surged towards Ross, who was slashing down from mid-air.
How could Ross block it? He felt as if his body had been hit by a large truck, experiencing unbearable pain in his chest, abdomen, and face.
He couldn't even continue his sword slash before letting out a scream.
He was sent flying backward with a "bang."
He rolled four or five times on the ground before stopping.
For a moment, the entire stage was filled with gang qi turbulence "whistling" towards me.
And Ross, propping himself up with his hands on the ground, was trembling all over.
Wanting to get up and fight again.
He spat out two bloody teeth, looking at me not far away, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.
At the same time, he said hoarsely:
"No, no..."
For a Western realm genius like Ross, being instantly defeated twice was a huge blow to him.
In front of him, I was an insurmountable mountain.
The huge gap in strength made him feel an unprecedented sense of defeat...
Before he could finish speaking, his qi and blood surged.
With a "plop," he fell to the ground, directly fainting.
In an instant, the entire venue was shocked.
Spectators, one by one, looked at me on the stage with astonishment, their mouths wide open.
They couldn't even believe it.
The Western realm genius Ross, facing such a powerful double strike, was actually shattered by my punch.
This was not just a suppression of cultivation, but an absolute suppression of strength.
After a brief silence in the arena.
Old Mo, who was injured and had stepped down, suddenly shouted:
"Old Qin, awesome!"
He didn't care about the embarrassment.
And with his shout.
A burst of exclamation suddenly erupted from below:
"Fellow Daoist, mighty!"
"Hahaha, we won, we won!"
"What Western realm genius, spewing nonsense, instantly killed by my Central Plains Fellow Daoist, hahaha..."
Besides these excited cheers.
There were even more people discussing my moves just now.
"Such, such powerful fist energy!"
"What is his cultivation, what Dao technique did he use just now?"
"Ross is a Platinum-level demon hunter."
"Equivalent to the early stage of Xuandan cultivation."
"He was actually crippled by a single punch?"
"..."
Many people's eyes widened, their faces filled with shock.
They began to analyze my Daoist cultivation.
However, it happened in an instant, and combined with the distance, most people couldn't discern my cultivation level at all.
The senior experts narrowed their eyes slightly.
A senior from White Dragon Temple suddenly exclaimed in surprise:
"Mid-stage Xuandan, not yet thirty years old, has actually broken through to the mid-stage Xuandan, a genius, a genius..."
His disciples standing beside him were all astonished upon hearing this:
"W-what Master, he, he has mid-stage Xuandan cultivation?"
"Impossible, Master?
Didn't you say that after Xuandan, advancing one stage every ten years is already very remarkable?"
"This guy, is he that monstrous?"
"..."
Below the stage, it suddenly became extremely noisy.
As for the injured Ross, he was carried away like a dead dog by the staff.
His two bloody front teeth still remained on the stage...