"Huh?"
But immediately afterward, a sight unfolded that made everyone's expressions change.
Just as the flying sword stabbed toward Xu Taiping's back, a face suddenly formed in his mind.
In the blink of an eye, an identical clone split off from his body.
At the same time, the clone abruptly opened its mouth and forcefully exhaled a breath of chill air laden with wind and snow toward the flying sword.
Boom!
Bang!
Almost simultaneously, the howling of wind and snow rang out alongside the heavy impact of a fist.
On the field, Ye Xuan's flying sword had been sealed inside an enormous block of ice by Xu Taiping's clone using the Frost Breath Art.
Ye Xuan himself took another Ox Horn Crashes the Mountain from Xu Taiping.
Although the Dragon Flame Armor protected him, the force of that punch still sent him staggering.
Boom!
Before Ye Xuan could regain his footing, Xu Taiping swung his fists again.
This time, he attacked with both fists, striking left and right, punch after punch pounding into Ye Xuan as though they would never stop.
Green Ox Fist, Charging Ox Breaks the Formation.
Though it was only the Green Ox Fist, its power remained astonishing in Xu Taiping's hands now.
Combined in particular with the fist intent and fist force he had honed for three years in the Wilderness, it felt as though they were witnessing an entirely new fist technique.
"How can a martial artist's fists possess such power?"
Listening to the pounding impacts that sounded like war drums, and feeling the pressure of Xu Taiping's steadily surging fist force, all the disciples in the stands looked horrified.
To their minds, had they been the ones taking those blows, they probably could not have blocked even a single punch.
"He used his clone