"A mere yellow-mouthed brat! A mere yellow-mouthed brat!"
Completely suppressed by Xu Taiping's fist force, Tian Qi felt humiliated as never before and immediately went utterly berserk.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!..."
Ignoring the impact of Xu Taiping's fist force, he lashed his two thick legs at Xu Taiping like whips, over and over.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Then all those present could see were fist shadows and leg shadows flying wildly across the arena.
Soon, however, everyone noticed something.
At first, Tian Qi's Ghost Shadow Leg could still keep up with Xu Taiping's fists, but after more than thirty punches, he gradually had nothing left to do but defend.
Xu Taiping was the exact opposite.
His fist force continued to surge, each punch more powerful than the last, his punches gradually growing so fast that only afterimages could be seen.
"Bam!"
When Xu Taiping threw the ninetieth punch of Charging Ox Breaks the Formation, Tian Qi's feet finally failed to keep up, allowing Xu Taiping's fist to slip beneath them and slam heavily into his lower abdomen.
"Boom!"
The punch lifted Tian Qi's sturdy body clean off his feet and sent him flying backward two or three feet before he barely managed to regain his footing.
"Is this... is this really the Green Ox Fist? Is this really Charging Ox Breaks the Formation?"
At this sight, everyone below the arena inwardly exclaimed in wonder and doubt.
But Tian Qi clearly had no intention of giving up. The moment he steadied himself, the muscles all over his body swelled again, bursting his clothes apart. With another roar, he spun and kicked viciously at Xu Taiping.
"Bam!"
This kick was indeed immensely powerful.
The recoil halted Xu Taiping's fist for a breath or two before he punched again.
But that was all it achieved.