"Qian Yuexue? Nothing but bluster."
Before Yu Dashi had finished speaking, his vision went black, and the Golden Sacred Dragon's enormous body was sent flying backward.
"Pfft!"
After the Golden Sacred Dragon steadied itself in midair, it could not help spitting a mouthful of blood from its jaws.
Bruises slowly appeared around the Golden Sacred Dragon's eye and on its chest, neither large nor small, each resembling a fist mark.
"What did you do to me?"
Feeling waves of searing pain from his chest and eye socket, Yu Dashi grimaced and asked in utter bewilderment.
"You took three punches from me in a row and only spat up a mouthful of blood. Your Martial Soul Fusion Skill is somewhat interesting," Qian Yuexue said mildly.
Yu Dashi shouted in horror, "That's impossible!"
Farmer's Three Punches?
What the hell was Qian Yuexue talking about? When had he, Yu Dashi, been punched?
And three times at that?
"You don't seem to believe me. No matter. I'll hit you a little more slowly this time."
As her words fell, Qian Yuexue's figure flashed out of sight. When she reappeared, she was already beside the Golden Sacred Dragon.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
The same familiar spots, the same familiar force-Qian Yuexue's Farmer's Three Punches slammed into the Golden Sacred Dragon's chest, the corner of its mouth, and its eye socket.
The Golden Sacred Dragon was sent flying once more, landing with a tremendous crash.
Three deep, black fist marks stood out horrifyingly against its enormous golden body, as though recounting the suffering it had just endured.
At this sight, the surrounding crowd drew sharp breaths, staring at Qian Yuexue in shock. Towering waves surged through their hearts and would not settle for a long time.
"That's impossible! How could a Martial Soul Fusion Skill from just