The four of them, Li Xiaorong among them, were speeding toward Gongsun Xiu when they saw him cut down with a single stroke, his corpse falling from the sky. They stopped short and froze in midair!
A Delta-Class Cyborg, a Sixth Level powerhouse standing at humanity's peak, had been killed so easily?
It had taken only two strikes!
Stormy waves surged through Li Xiaorong's heart. Were those two strikes Huang Tian's trump card? Had using them drained his vitality and spirit?
He stole a glance at Huang Tian's face, but saw no sign of exhaustion. On the contrary, Huang Tian looked relaxed, as though those two strikes had taken no effort at all.
Just how strong is he? How many times can he use a move like that?
Seeing Huang Tian's composure, Li Xiaorong grew uncertain. By rights, even if two Sixth Level fighters differed in strength, it would be difficult to establish that difference within a few moves.
Only if the stronger side opened with a trump card while the weaker side was caught unprepared and forced to respond in haste could victory or death be decided in two or three exchanges.
As far as I know, forbidden arts have been passed down through many schools of the Martial Path since ancient times. Once used, they let a martial artist contend with a fully modified human at a higher level for a short time. As the foremost figure in the Martial Path today, it wouldn't be strange for Huang Tian to have developed forbidden arts that make his strength soar. Perhaps he's only forcing himself to look calm?
Li Xiaorong harbored his doubts. Mu Wan, Cao Fu, and Wu Si stood to either side of him, their faces grave.
The four exchanged glances. At last, Li Xiaorong stepped forward