The fist had yet to arrive, but the stench of blood already hit him in the face.
Li Pingsheng did not dodge. He simply stood where he was.
Behind him stood a three-zhang-high suspended wooden frame. One step back, and he would fall.
The thunder heart in his dantian pumped violently, draining his last reserves of pure yang vitality and blood and pouring them all back into his left arm.
Purple lightning-aspected true qi clung to his bones, and a deep rumble sounded beneath his flesh.
[Martial Wisdom] activated. Zhou Heng's fist, shrouded in black astral qi, was dismantled within Li Pingsheng's sight.
A flaw appeared three-tenths below his wrist.
Meeting the fist head-on, Li Pingsheng threw his left fist back.
The two fists collided.
Time froze at that instant.
Zhou Heng could no longer smile.
The astral qi of his Iron Grinding Force cracked the moment it met Li Pingsheng's left fist.
Purple lightning burrowed in through his fist, destroying the meridians and blood vessels along its path.
The bones in Zhou Heng's right arm had fractured, and his muscles twisted into grotesque shapes. His arm bone pierced through the skin at his elbow.
Black-red demon blood stained the ghastly white bone.
The lightning force surged into his chest.
Zhou Heng was blasted backward, carving an arc through the air as he smashed through three arena railings in succession.
Wood splinters flew everywhere.
He crashed heavily into the muddy ground ten paces away, gouging out a pit.
Mud and water splashed high into the air.
The entire venue fell silent.
The outer sect disciples who had been shouting moments ago now had their mouths stretched so wide that no sound could come out.
Their senior brother, whom they had regarded as trash, had not fallen. Instead, he had shattered