Tie Xuan was in mid-air, watching as his full-strength whip leg was caught by the opponent's single hand, without disturbing the opponent in the slightest. At this moment, Tie Xuan began to doubt his life.
"Too weak."
Xiang Tian shook his head slightly, without any interest to continue, and directly swung his arm, throwing the over two hundred pounds, tower-like Tie Xuan out with just one hand.
Tie Xuan was in mid-air, his mind went blank.
Looking at the arena below, he was thrown out fiercely, landing outside the stage. Such an injury meant nothing to the thick-skinned Tie Xuan.
But the damage was small, the humiliation was extreme.
He, a dignified seven-foot man, the chief disciple of the Vajra Sect, was unexpectedly thrown out of the ring by a single hand, never moving the opponent an inch, which was simply a great shame.
The scene was also in an uproar.
"Who is this person, this is just too abnormal."
