Boom!
Over a hundred Daqian Martial Artists looked on in despair as Tuoba Dajiang's fully-charged fist smashed toward the avatar!
In that fleeting instant, Xu Yang's pupils contracted, and an overwhelming joy surged forth.
Dead!
Tu Xiong is dead!
"No wonder you're my teacher!"
Xu Yang clenched his fists in excitement.
And at that very moment, Yang Ziye and Tuoba Dajiang also sensed the commotion.
"We won!"
"We actually won!"
Yang Ziye leapt up in delight, dancing ecstatically.
Tuoba Dajiang's entire body trembled, his massive fist suspended less than a foot from the avatar!
The terrifying punch stopped abruptly, yet the residual force still sent the avatar flying violently.
His eyes widened, filled with incredulity and disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
"Who did this? Xu Yang was clearly right here..."
Such an outcome was unacceptable to him!
"Tuoba Dajiang, you lost!" Xu Yang laughed heartily.
At this moment, every effort had been worth it.
