Ai Changyuan stood calmly in the center of the arena, as though the thunderstorm raging around him had nothing to do with him.
No one thought there was anything wrong with that. As a descendant of Lord of Yuanli, he truly possessed such qualifications. In the previous nine matches, he had defeated every opponent with a single martial technique. Clearly, his control over force had already reached the halls of mastery.
His tranquil bearing stood in stark contrast to the flashing storm around him. The violent power nearby seemed utterly incapable of disturbing his "stillness."
Just then, Wu Shiqin rushed out of the lightning before him, her fist shooting straight for the young man's face.
Ai Changyuan did not even open his eyes. He merely raised a hand and casually blocked.
"Wu Shiqin" shattered just like that. It had been a phantom formed from electromagnetic spiritual power.
More "Wu Shiqins," along with countless fists and kicks, emerged from the electric light around Ai Changyuan and struck with savage force. Facing the layers upon layers of fist shadows, Ai Changyuan still kept his eyes closed. His two fists parried left and blocked right, intercepting thirty percent of the attacks. As for the remaining seventy percent, he paid them no heed, allowing them to land on his body.
Every attack Ai Changyuan blocked was turned into electromagnetic spiritual power by the rebounding force, while every attack he ignored proved to be nothing but harmless phantoms of light and shadow. Amid those innumerable fists and kicks, he could distinguish every tangible attack from every intangible illusion without missing a single one. Such judgment was extraordinary!
Abruptly, Ai Changyuan took half a step back. Then he reached out and seized a fair wrist. Unlike the other attacks, this wrist did not collapse—it was the