Li Qianhua stared at Xu Yang, who stood motionless. She felt a surge of wariness, but it was quickly replaced by a flash of contempt.
"Quit playing tricks."
This spear strike contained her peak strength. For the sake of the Dragon and Tiger List tournament, she had accumulated her spear intent for months without fighting, saving it all for this very day.
BOOM!
Xu Yang moved. He threw out a casual, effortless punch.
CLANG!
BANG!
The spear's shadow twisted, and its sharp aura shattered completely. Then, the entire shaft bent slightly under the force of the punch.
A terrifying force rippled outward. Li Qianhua's expression twisted in agony as she let out a bloodcurdling scream, the long spear slipping from her grasp and falling to the ground. She was sent flying by the mighty impact, crashing into the dirt in a sorry state.
A deathly silence fell over the entire arena. The numerous cultivators were frozen like statues.
This time, they saw it clearly.
One punch.
