The powerful impact rebounded, its heavy, razor-sharp force shattering the hard stone-slab arena layer by layer. Scattered rubble was flung up by the torrent of force, spraying in every direction like bullets.
Under that overwhelming collision of immense strength, both figures suffered an incomparably powerful impact and were sent flying back!
Yet their situations
were different.
Zhang Qingyuan was sent back several steps before forcibly steadying himself.
His feet stomped heavily against the ground with a thud, thud, thud, cracking the hard brick floor with fine fissures. Just before falling beyond the arena boundary, he finally stabilized himself.
His face was pale as he gulped down great breaths of air.
In comparison,
Shen Hongzhou was sent flying through the air, thrown several zhang directly off the arena. He hit the ground, rolled several zhang, then climbed up and spat out a mouthful of blood from his pale face!
The victor and the loser
were beyond doubt!
"Y-you!"
Shen Hongzhou clutched his chest, his gaze upon Zhang Qingyuan—who was slowly sheathing Silver Shadow atop the arena—filled with unwillingness.
"My thanks, Senior Brother Shen!"
Zhang Qingyuan calmed the surging True Essence within him and cupped his hands toward Shen Hongzhou.
Shen Hongzhou clenched his fists tightly.
He was unwilling to accept it.
But then he sighed, loosening his fists.
After all, he had lost by a fraction!
In truth,
Shen Hongzhou's Mighty Bull Demon Fist might not necessarily have been inferior to Zhang Qingyuan's.
This was the trump card he had specifically cultivated for the Outer Sect Grand Competition. He had even forcibly delayed his breakthrough into the Eighth Layer of Spirit Essence Realm for it. Shen Hongzhou had already mastered it proficiently and could unleash this Human Tier Low Grade Martial Skill without the slightest impediment at full strength.
That strange