The phantom shadows of a crimson dragon and a black tiger intertwined around his fists. The sound of Dragon Roars, Tiger Howls exploded from his knuckles as though made tangible, carrying unmatched force of qi and blood as they crashed down toward Ma Yunpei's chest.
Ma Yunpei had yet to fully draw back his arms, and his center of gravity had tipped slightly forward from that previous barrage of rapid attacks. With no time to assume a complete defensive stance, he could only condense the Threefold True Fire before himself into a thin white barrier.
But Li Bufan's punch was far too heavy. The crimson dragon and black tiger phantoms erupted from his fist at the same time, and the fist force smashed through the barrier without obstruction, sending Ma Yunpei flying high into the air.
Li Bufan gave Ma Yunpei no chance to catch his breath.
He stomped hard against the arena floor, and as his body flipped through the air, his right hand had already seized the hilt of the Seven Killings Blade.
The instant the blade left its sheath, a fierce aura spread from its edge, like a savage beast that had slumbered for years finally opening its eyes.
The first form of the Seven Killings Saber Technique, Heaven Without a Handle. Without the slightest hesitation, he poured all the power he had long accumulated into the blade the moment he drew it and slashed fiercely toward Ma Yunpei.
A blood-colored saber suddenly thrust out from the void, cleaving straight down toward Ma Yunpei's crown.
Feeling the terrifying pressure bearing down on him, Ma Yunpei fiercely mobilized all the Threefold True Fire around his body, condensing it above his head into a thick white shield that stood between him and the descending blade.
The instant the blood