Before everyone's eyes, Abuluo's fist slammed into Lu Ye's chest. Hetao could hardly bear to watch.
She had long heard of Abuluo's strength. Could Lu Ye withstand that punch?
But the next moment, she relaxed, because Lu Ye had held on. She vaguely saw something flash before his chest just before Abuluo's fist force struck him.
"A Spiritual Pattern?" Hetao cried out in surprise. She was no stranger to such things—on the contrary, after so many years in the Asura Arena, her knowledge far surpassed that of ordinary Moon Jade Realm cultivators. But wasn't that Spiritual Pattern formed far too quickly? And judging from the result, it had to be a defensive Spiritual Pattern. Otherwise, Lu Ye could not possibly have emerged unscathed.
Lu Ye was not as calm as he appeared. Abuluo's fist was incredibly hard. Even with more than a dozen layers of Sacred Guard bolstering himself, that single blow still made his blood and qi churn in his chest. And that was after the attack had been weakened. One could well imagine what would have happened without Sacred Guard.
With a slight shudder, his body returned to normal, and he brought his saber down again.
Abuluo's expression shifted. He hesitated briefly between dodging the blow and forcibly taking it, then immediately chose the former.
He did not have much time. Under the enhancement of his Secret Technique, he could not hold out for long, so he had to end this quickly. In terms of physique, he was confident he would not lose to any Moon Jade Realm cultivator. Even though he could sense that Lu Ye possessed Spiritual Patterns to block his attacks, he still believed he would be the one standing at the end.
Trade injury for injury! Let's see who falls first!
As the Crag