At that moment, the crowd outside the arena only saw Qin Shaofeng wave his hand.
They had no idea what he had done, but suddenly the entire arena was filled with countless black fireballs, each radiating a terrifying aura.
There were seventy-two of them, nearly filling half the arena.
This time, it was nothing like the Little Li Flying Dagger before.
The Little Li Flying Dagger could conceal its aura, so those five streaks of silver light had not given anyone a sense of its power.
Besides, Chen Tianshuo had so easily crushed the five streaks of silver light.
As a result, only a handful of people present understood Qin Shaofeng's true strength. Most didn't think he was all that impressive.
But this time, the Thousand Mountain Fist was different.
It was not only imposing and astonishing, but every one of those seventy-two black fireballs radiated immense power.
Only then did most of the crowd understand.
Qin Shaofeng might not be a match for Chen Tianshuo, but he was certainly not as weak as they had thought.
However, just as everyone was marveling at the strength Qin Shaofeng had displayed, Chen Tianshuo on the arena flew into a rage.
"Enough!"
Chen Tianshuo gave a sharp, cold shout, a flicker of anger crossing his face. Then, instead of dodging, he faced the seventy-two Thousand Mountain Fist projections head-on.
Whoosh!
He raised one hand, turning his palm into a blade. With a swing, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, his movements blurring like phantoms as he sent several terrifying blades of energy slashing toward the seventy-two Thousand Mountain Fist projections!
Scree!
It was as if the very space of the arena had been torn apart and cleaved open.
Under Chen Tianshuo's slashing strikes, the arena seemed to split apart by force, several