Half an incense stick earlier.
On the Golden Scale Platform.
To Zhou Yuanqing, Xu Taiping's call of "Brother Zhou, please grant me another punch" was nothing short of a provocation.
Boom!
So the moment those words left his mouth, Zhou Yuanqing's expression chilled, and he brought his fist crashing down.
Even if Zhou Yuanqing had not used his full strength in this strike, he had used at least seventy or eighty percent. With his physique at the peak of the Martial Saint realm, seventy or eighty percent of his true essence driven at full force, and his already formidable fist technique, the punch unleashed a succession of qi explosions, its power far surpassing the previous blow.
And this time, Xu Taiping still did not dodge, choosing instead to block with the Mountain-Bearing Form.
Only now, he treated himself entirely as a martial artist who could not use true essence, just as he had when fighting the Tiger Wraith at Green Bamboo Abode.
The result was easy to imagine.
Bam!
Amid the tremendous collision, the immense force in Zhou Yuanqing's fist once again sent Xu Taiping tumbling backward.
His only improvement was that, by using the Mountain-Bearing Form, he had successfully diverted the force of Zhou Yuanqing's punch into the Golden Scale Platform beneath his feet, keeping it from lifting him off his feet and sending him flying backward as the first punch had.
But the spectators could not perceive this.
All they saw was Xu Taiping falling in disgrace beneath Zhou Yuanqing's fist yet again.
And so the voices of astonishment and confusion around them began to grow more numerous and louder.
Some thought Zhou Yuanqing possessed a spell that countered Xu Taiping.
Some thought Xu Taiping had only ever possessed an empty reputation, and that his victory over Ye