Volume One, Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Two
Boom!
A loud bang rang out as a powerful shockwave spread, forcing Zhao Fu and the other two, who were flying through the sky, to halt after being caught in its wake.
Zhao Fu looked ahead. The battle should be taking place up there.
They continued flying forward.
They saw two people fighting in the sky. One was an Alchemy Clansman, a young man with a metal face named Jin Qi. The other was from Apocalypse, a young man dressed in black with an icy aura, named Leng Mu.
Both were immensely powerful, unquestionably geniuses. Besides the two fighting in the sky, there were two groups on the ground: one from the Alchemy Clan, and one from Apocalypse World.
"Senior Brother, you have to win!" a girl in a long green dress shouted.
Leng Mu held a black sword and spun like a black whirlwind. An astonishing wave of power erupted as he charged at Jin Qi.
Jin Qi raised one hand, gathering countless strands of golden power in his palm and forming a golden spear that radiated immense strength.
Boom!
Jin Qi hurled the spear in his hand. Carrying countless sharp rays of light, it shot toward the black whirlwind with unstoppable force.
Bang!
The spear struck the center of the black whirlwind. Its powerful piercing force tore through it, scattering the whirlwind and sending Leng Mu flying back, blood seeping from the corner of his lips.
Jin Qi revealed a disdainful smile. "So this is the strength of your sect's young master? Seems like nothing special to me."
The many Alchemy Clansmen laughed and shouted excitedly, "Young Clan Master is incredible! Young Clan Master is mighty! Young Clan Master is the strongest! The people of Apocalypse World are nothing but trash—they