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Naturally, once Xu Yanwu and Fu Hua had lost every reason to stop themselves from fighting, they finally brought out all the strength they could wield in their current states.

Towering flames dyed this stretch of Imaginary Space red, then transformed into a soaring Mystic Bird that flew high above, looking down upon Xu Yanwu.

As for Xu Yanwu, gazing up at that breathtakingly beautiful bird, he felt... somewhat excited.

"This is it..."

Excitement filled Xu Yanwu's expression. Looking at the bird formed from flames, he could sense the martial arts contained within it, and his heart surged with emotion.

"Chixu... and the Grip of Taixu!"

"Then... I'll respond with my strongest fist as well."

Staring at Fu Hua high in the sky, Xu Yanwu did not move any further. Instead, he planted his feet firmly on the ground.

"Come!"

Without any flashy movements or unnecessary gestures, Xu Yanwu watched the Mystic Bird and Fu Hua dive down from the sky, then slowly threw his fist in their direction.

As Xu Yanwu punched, his power surged forth through his fist as well, transforming into an enormous golden fist that slammed fiercely into the diving Mystic Bird.

Time fell silent.

When Fu Hua had launched this attack with all her strength, she had considered what kind of method Xu Yanwu might use against her. Yet she had never expected him to choose such a simple, unadorned way of throwing a punch.

However, the moment that phantom fist touched the Mystic Bird, Fu Hua felt... an overwhelming force that was impossible to resist.

What surprised Fu Hua was—

Xu Yanwu's other raised hand.

"There's another punch..."

The next moment, another enormous phantom fist tore through the air and crashed into the Mystic Bird.

At that instant, the Mystic Bird could no longer