SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Ghostly patterns appeared on Li Zhaotong's arms. The speed and power of his strikes instantly rose by more than a level. After another dozen exchanges, Cui Weining of the Duan Kong Style could no longer defend himself. A single chop struck his arm, sending his entire body flying off the stage.
The most terrifying part was that Cui Weining's powerful arm, covered by his Qi Surge, was shattered and grotesquely twisted by that single chop. One could only imagine the terrifying force behind that strike.
The crowd below the stage gasped, stunned by the power of that Hand Blade.
"Cui Weining of the Duan Kong Style. So this is all you amount to. You're still a long way from beating me."
On the stage, a smile touched the corner of Li Zhaotong's lips. With his monstrous arms and bristling hair and beard, he looked utterly terrifying.
