The next moment, Zhou Chen abruptly leaped up with both men in his grasp, a ring of white air bursting from the deep crater beneath his feet. He carried Ba Yong and Liu Ao into the air, then immediately hauled their bodies straight down toward the ground.
Boom-
A thunderous crash erupted as an even larger crater split open in the ground. Amid flying rubble and dust, Zhou Chen's ferocious blow drove Ba Yong and Liu Ao deep into the broken stones.
Liu Ao's body was already weaker than Ba Yong's. Under this blow, he immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs; Ba Yong's face also turned pale, blood vitality surging wildly across his nearly black, bronze skin. Clearly, Zhou Chen had injured him too.
Zhou Chen's aura now resembled a jet of scalding steam. He slammed his spread fingers into the ground, sending great swathes of rubble flying. The terrifying tremor surged upward, actually blasting Liu Ao and Ba Yong, who were half-buried in the rubble, back into the air.
Then Zhou Chen clenched both fists and punched out to either side at once-like enormous siege hammers smashing into a mountain, each fist blasted a ring of white air through the air.
After breaking through to become a Third-Rank Martial Artist, his understanding of the Wild Bull Fist had deepened another level! As he punched, every bone in his body seemed to resonate together. As the saying went, sinews and bones rang in unison, exerting strength together; sinews and bones fused, coordinated as one, unleashing power more terrifying still.
"So the Wild Bull Fist can be understood this way too? Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
Zhou Chen roared with laughter. Though he had merely gathered strength casually and thrown two punches, the power of those