It won't do?

At that moment, the crowd outside the arena only saw Qin Shaofeng casually wave his hand.

No one knew what he had done, but a great number of black fireballs with astonishing auras suddenly appeared across the arena.

There were as many as seventy-two of them, nearly filling half the arena.

This was unlike the earlier Little Li Flying Daggers.

Little Li Flying Daggers could conceal their own aura, so the five silver light saber auras had not made anyone sense anything particularly powerful.

Furthermore, those five silver light saber auras had been so easily shattered by Chen Tianshuo.

Thus, only a small number of people present understood Qin Shaofeng's true strength. Most did not think he was all that formidable.

But this Thousand Mountain Fist was different.

Not only was its momentum vast and shocking, but each of those seventy-two black fireballs carried an incomparably powerful aura.

Only now did most of the people present understand.

Perhaps Qin Shaofeng was no match for Chen Tianshuo, but he was certainly not as pathetic as they had imagined.

Yet just as everyone was shocked by the strength Qin Shaofeng had displayed, Chen Tianshuo on the arena flew into a rage.

"Enough!"

Chen Tianshuo suddenly barked coldly, a flash of anger crossing his face. Then, instead of dodging or evading, he directly faced the seventy-two Thousand Mountain Fist phantoms.

Whoosh!

With a single hand raised, Chen Tianshuo turned his palm into a blade. As he swung it, his hand flickered repeatedly like afterimages and illusions, unleashing several terrifying saber auras at the seventy-two Thousand Mountain Fist phantoms.

Riiip!

It was as though the very space of the entire arena had been torn apart and cleaved open.

Under Chen Tianshuo's slashes, the arena seemed to have been forcibly cut apart, several spatial cracks