"Bang!"
Though Xu Taiping's punch had struck Qin Yuan, the unique force-dissipating Gang Qi he cultivated still shed much of the power behind the blow. Just before he flew off the arena, he used a Thousand-Pound Drop to send his body plunging to the ground, then rooted himself firmly in place.
"Boom!"
But Qin Yuan's feet had barely touched the ground before Xu Taiping's fist arrived again.
Xu Taiping's fist force was now even stronger than before.
The bellows of charging oxen stirred up by his fist aura made him look as though he were truly leading a herd of oxen to break through a formation.
"Bang!"
As punch after punch thundered out, Qin Yuan could no longer dodge as easily as before, and several blows grazed him in succession.
"Flowing Water Returns to the Ancestor!"
Just as everyone thought Xu Taiping's next punch would utterly defeat Qin Yuan, Qin Yuan suddenly roared. His aura surged, and masses of true qi resembling flowing water wound around him, forming an enormous sphere of water that enveloped him.
"Bang!"
Then Xu Taiping's fist struck that flowing, waterlike true qi.
Unlike before, his fist sank straight into it, and more than half its force was instantly dissipated.
It barely managed to dent the mass of waterlike true qi and did not hurt Qin Yuan.
"Elder Qin still had a trump card up his sleeve!"
"Could that be Ruoshui true qi? Elder Qin actually cultivates the Ruoshui Art!"
None had expected the situation could still turn around at this point, and another uproar swept through the cultivators below the arena.
"I was saving this for the Seven Peaks Assembly. You're getting a bargain, boy!"
Qin Yuan snorted coldly, then pressed his palms together and chanted an incantation, gathering the masses of waterlike true qi