Boom!
Tang Jiu's full-force punch whipped up a howling gale, yet to everyone's astonishment, it missed Sword Douluo and struck empty air instead.
"Kid, are you joking?" Sword Douluo's face filled with disdain. He could even throw a punch off target? Utterly ridiculous!
"Don't rush. You'll find out soon enough."
Tang Jiu threw another punch into the air.
Boom!
This punch was even heavier, producing an even sharper explosive crack as it tore through the air.
Boom!
Boom!
Punch after punch struck the air, yet the destructive force carried by each one continued to stack and grow.
"This is..."
Sword Douluo's mouth twitched. He finally realized what was happening and inwardly cursed himself for being careless. How had he forgotten about the Clear Sky Sect's signature Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer?
If it stacked up to eighty-one strikes, then...
Tang Jiu continued stacking punch after punch, the corners of his mouth curling into a triumphant smirk. So you wanted to act like an elder and lecture me!
Today, I'm going to put you in your place fair and square!
However, Tang Jiu soon noticed that Sword Douluo had already planted his Seven Kill Sword Spirit in front of himself. It grew larger and broader, while the Spirit Rings around his body began to pulse, as though he intended to use a spirit skill.
"Sword Douluo, don't tell me you're scared? A powerhouse of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is going to admit defeat? Don't tell me you're about to use a spirit skill?" Tang Jiu sneered.
"I..." Sword Douluo felt bitter. This brat was far too wicked!
Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled as she snorted righteously, "Little Jiu, my Grandpa Jian would never go back on his word. If he said he wouldn't use spirit skills, then he won't use