Of course, Hong Yi knew none of this. If he had known that even if he shattered Kid Buu's fleshly body, Kid Buu could still instantly reassemble himself, who knew whether he would have broken down on the spot.
"Die!"
Kid Buu was burning with rage, seemingly having forgotten his original body's instruction to leave Hong Yi alive. In the next instant, he appeared above Hong Yi's head and lashed out with a sweeping kick, sending him flying tens of thousands of feet.
As powerful as Hong Yi was, his fleshly body could shatter the void. Yet under Kid Buu's seemingly ordinary sweeping kick, he was instantly injured. Every bone in his body seemed to come apart, and he coughed up blood without stop.
"Such terrifying power..."
Hong Yi struggled to his feet and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. At that moment, he actually felt powerless. That not particularly tall figure shrouded in black aura seemed like an invincible, terrifying existence beyond all reach.
"Hmph, I, Hong Yi, have fought countless battles in my life and have never been defeated!"
Hong Yi's gaze turned icy as his aura erupted once more, restoring his essence, energy, and spirit to their absolute peak. At some point, a glowing sword had appeared in his hand. He became a streak of light, charged at Kid Buu, and swung his sword.
"Heaven-Earth Wind-Thunder Four Swords!"
This was Hong Yi's signature technique. In the past, whenever the Wind-Thunder Four Swords appeared, countless powerful foes had fallen in blood. But this time, his expression was grave as he unleashed all four swords at once.
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. Wind and clouds churned as if the end of the world had come, and the entire world was shrouded in darkness.