Ma Biao had never expected that, after hundreds of exchanges in a bitter battle, Yang Jing could still unleash such a terrifying assault!
The gap in their strength revealed itself, and a thunderous crash shook the surrounding wilderness.
The instant fist met palm, Ma Biao's arm went numb and his blood and qi churned. His protective true qi was smashed through layer after layer, torn apart and shattered.
His face suddenly paled. His body staggered uncontrollably, and he retreated several steps before barely steadying himself, his blood and qi surging in disarray.
Now!
Yang Jing's gaze turned icy, murderous intent blazing as he seized the opening when Ma Biao's defenses lay exposed, his old strength spent and new strength yet to rise.
He gathered the true qi throughout his body into a single fist, abandoning all defense and piling power onto his attack to unleash the strongest, most domineering punch of the battle!
Dazzling golden fist light pierced through layer upon layer of demonic qi. The sound of its passage cracked like piercing thunder. That tightly concentrated punch forcibly broke through every palm defense Ma Biao hastily mustered, shattered his remaining protective qi barrier, and struck straight at his heart without obstruction!
Boom!
Violent fist wind exploded, and a terrifying tide of force swept across the entire battlefield. Broken stones flew from the ground, the surrounding air shook violently, and the demonic qi filling the sky was instantly swept clean.
Ma Biao's pupils contracted sharply. Despair seized him, and a profound sense of helplessness rose in his heart.
His true qi was depleted, his moves feeble, his stance unsteady. He no longer had the strength to resist this fatal blow.
Before such an absolute disparity in combat strength and such a gaping opening, every struggle was futile!
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