Crack, crack—the arm, far thicker than a thigh, kept emitting the sounds of bones fracturing.
Yet Tai Long's ferocious punch did not make Jiang Chen's body pause in the slightest.
Jiang Chen strode forward, and behind him, the attacks of the Clear Sky Hammer and the Hell White Tiger came crashing down.
Everyone stood frozen in shock. To Jiang Chen, Tai Long seemed as though he did not exist at all, having accomplished nothing whatsoever.
Tang San's expression turned grave. After the thirty-sixth hammer strike missed, he spun again, charging up the thirty-seventh strike as he pursued Jiang Chen.
As Tai Long flew backward, terror filled his heart.
Jiang Chen made him feel as though he were six years old again, facing his father, who was even stronger than a Powerful Gorilla.
The strength he had always been so proud of was utterly laughable before Jiang Chen.
Like a parasite clinging to the bone, Jiang Chen followed close behind. He sprang into the air, his long leg whipping into Tai Long's chest.
His breastbone shattered, and who knew how many ribs had broken as well. Tai Long fainted on the spot, his body rapidly shrinking as he flew dozens of meters before landing beneath the arena.
Grandmaster's composed face finally changed. He roared, "Bring him back quickly. Jiangzhu, prepare to treat him."
The continuous sounds of bones breaking had been clearly audible just now, especially since the blow had struck his chest. Tai Long's injuries were even more severe than Ma Hongjun's.
His life might even be in danger.
"I misjudged him," Grandmaster murmured, his expression exceedingly complicated.
Two remained. Jiang Chen landed and suddenly turned around, a sharp gleam bursting from his eyes.
The attacks of the Clear Sky Hammer and the Hell White Tiger had already arrived simultaneously.