Is There Not a Single One Who Can Fight!

Wang Tian moved with astonishing speed, charging straight at him with his fist raised. A white glow shimmered across its surface, as if it were about to blind countless self-proclaimed titanium-alloy dog eyes.

"My god! Such powerful spiritual energy fluctuations!"

"Holy crap, my titanium-alloy dog eyes are about to be blinded!"

"Wang Tian is way too strong."

"Forget five people—even fifty wouldn't be enough for him to fight!"

On the enormous martial stage, Wu Tianlong stood there dumbfounded, staring at the charging Wang Tian.

The turkey from before had changed. He felt as though he could turn into a dead chicken at any moment.

Fast—absurdly fast. His speed was like that of a Black sprinter. No, even faster.

"Heavenly Fire Fist!"

Wu Tianlong finally reacted, rapidly gathering the little spiritual energy remaining in his body and channeling it into this battle skill. He actually wanted to determine victory and defeat with Wang Tian in a single blow!

It had to be said that Wu Tianlong's ideals were full and beautiful, but reality... was truly skinny and cruel.

He had wanted to rush forward and trade a direct blow with Wang Tian for the thrill of it, but unfortunately...

The pressure Wang Tian gave him was simply too immense. Thus, a fist technique that should have been filled with fury instead sent a rooster phantom soaring behind him, trembling all over.

The outcome had already been decided...

How could he possibly contend with Wang Tian like this?

As the two fists collided, a red figure flew backward off the martial stage like a kite with its string cut.

At least it saved him the trouble of walking down himself...

That red figure was Wu Tianlong. With the transformation from the fourth form of his cultivation technique and such a powerful fist