Although Zhou Yuanqing had not noticed that subtle improvement in Xu Taiping's fist technique, he felt utter loathing for those eyes, which remained bright and still held not the slightest fear of him.
Those were not the eyes a defeated man should have.
At this thought, his gaze turned cold, and the blood qi around him surged once more. As his bones and flesh swelled and writhed, his body abruptly grew to ten feet tall.
Like Mu Yun and the others, as a disciple on whom the entire Mystic Blade Sect had pinned great hopes, he too had mastered a method of increasing his blood qi to temporarily attain the physique of the Martial God Realm.
"Bang!"
With the strength of a Martial God Realm physique, the power of Zhou Yuanqing's fist soared again, directly tearing open the flesh on the arm Xu Taiping raised to block it.
Although Xu Taiping's dragon whale physique was extraordinarily tough, with insufficient blood qi, he still could not withstand such powerful attacks continuously.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Next, Zhou Yuanqing threw punch after punch, making the bones in Xu Taiping's body crack.
From a distance, he looked like a human sandbag set upon the Golden Scale Platform.
And as Zhou Yuanqing revealed his martial god physique, while the Golden Scale Platform had yet to eject either of them, the looks the surrounding spectators directed at Zhou Yuanqing gradually shifted from contempt to amazement.
Thus, many gradually changed their earlier opinions, feeling that this match involved no private deal, but that Zhou Yuanqing truly possessed a means of suppressing Xu Taiping's blood qi and true essence.
Moreover, his fist technique far surpassed Xu Taiping's.
Yet aside from the Little Martial Aunt of the Mysterious Cloud Martial Hall and the senior brothers of the Seven Peaks,