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Yet the wheels of fate did not stop. Everything played out again along its predetermined course.
Long Ligang's gaze was icy as he slowly spoke. "Fine. Since you're not afraid, come here and die."
Beside him, Music King Biga looked fearfully toward Xun Uchiha, hesitating to take another step.
Xun Uchiha seized the hem of the Music King's clothes in a death grip. His eyes sharp and urgent, he growled, "Don't go over there! He'll kill you!"
With a shout, he shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow. The muscles in his arms bulged, and his Super-Kong Alloy Gauntlets shrieked through the air, driving a tearing gale straight toward the vital points all over the Dragon King's body.
That strike brought together all the power he had cultivated throughout his life.
Yet faced with this crushing punch, the Dragon King stood like an eternal mountain of iron and bronze. Not even a ripple disturbed his steel-hard skin. Xun Uchiha darted around his opponent, pouring a terrifying ton of force into every punch as he struck precisely at the fifteen fatal pressure points before the Dragon Ball's protection.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Dull impacts rang out one after another, and fifteen distinct, sunken fist marks instantly appeared on the Dragon King's torso. Yet he remained rooted to the spot, utterly motionless. A moment later, he slowly raised a hand and gave a light pat with his palm. Then he drew a deep breath, abruptly activating the Eightfold Dragon Elephant Skill within him. A vast torrent of heat swept through his body. The sunken fist marks rose and restored themselves at a visible speed. In mere moments, his skin was smooth again, as though the ferocious assault had been nothing but an illusion.
Xun Uchiha's pupils constricted violently, disbelief written