"Bang—!"
The thunderous crash of fist against broadsword still reverberated across the plaza, while terrifying force swept outward like a gale. The air around the dueling arena churned violently, and the gravel on the ground was blown into the sky.
Zhang Huairu's eyes went wide. His hands gripping the broadsword trembled violently, and an indescribably terrifying force traveled through the hilt, leaving his entire arm numb.
He clearly remembered that Ye Feng was famous for his Fist Intent and Sword Intent, yet this punch contained not the slightest fluctuation of artistic conception—only pure physical strength taken to the extreme?
This power was fiercer than that of any body-tempering cultivator he had ever seen!
"How is this possible... You actually tempered your body in secret?" Zhang Huairu's heart was filled with confusion, but the next second, he heard a crisp crack.
He lowered his head and saw that the broadsword in his hands was covered in spiderweb-like cracks. The cracks spread at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before he could react, the broadsword exploded with a bang, fragments flying in every direction.
With the broadsword's cushioning effect gone, the force in Ye Feng's fist passed into Zhang Huairu's body without the slightest obstruction.
He felt immense force slam into his chest. His entire body was flung away like a kite with its string cut, tumbling through the air several times before crashing heavily onto the ground outside the dueling arena and kicking up clouds of dust.
Zhang Huairu struggled to climb to his feet, only to discover that his bones felt as if they had all fallen apart. Even moving a single finger sent piercing pain through him.
He looked at Ye Feng, who was still standing in the dueling arena, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had actually