Ao Wushuang stood with his left hand behind his back and extended his right.
"Huo Ling, I will use half of my strength. I hope you can take a single strike!"
Ao Wushuang said calmly.
Ao Wushuang's words were exceedingly arrogant. The subtext was that even if he used only half his strength, Huo Ling might not be able to take a single strike from him.
Yet among the hundreds of thousands of people across the Ancient Martial Arena, none thought him arrogant upon hearing this.
Even under the condition of equal cultivation, no one in the younger generation of the entire Hong Region was a match for Ao Wushuang—let alone the current Ao Wushuang, who had already stepped into the True Spirit Realm Fifth Layer and whose cultivation was a full realm higher than Huo Ling's.
"Make your move!"
Huo Ling nodded with a solemn expression, instantly drawing his saber. The imposing aura over his whole body surged wildly, and in a flash, he adjusted his essence, qi, and spirit to their peak state. Flames burned around his body as waves of fire surged.
Ao Wushuang's wide palm slowly clenched into a fist, completely without fancy techniques, and he punched straight forward.
"Son of Heaven Divine Fist—Punch Settles the Realm!"
The vast fist force was fiercely extraordinary and unstoppable. The air within a radius of a hundred meters instantly exploded, and the fist radiance flashed right before Huo Ling's eyes in an instant.
"Break!"
Huo Ling roared in anger, gripping his saber with both hands and driving his entire body's true yuan to slash out a violent saber strike.
Boom!
The saber struck the fist radiance with an earth-shaking explosion that shook heaven and earth. Huo Ling's figure instantly shot backward.
With a single punch, Huo Ling was sent