Bang!
The Thunderbolt Ball was tossed high into the air. Ye Chen served, and the ball came fast and fierce, making everyone's eyes light up.
"Not bad serving posture."
White Tiger King gripped his iron rod, the muscles in his right arm swelling. It had already been as thick as an ordinary man's thigh, but now it grew another full circle thicker. Boom! The instant the ball came over, White Tiger King smashed it back with a swing of his rod. The terrifying force warped the Thunderbolt Ball irregularly. The sight alone filled people with fear.
"It really is far more powerful than an ordinary Explosive Ball. No wonder its force is so great." The Explosive Ball was a technique, a minor trump card. Yet White Tiger King had turned the Explosive Ball into an ordinary shot, and one several times stronger than the usual Explosive Ball. Trading a few rounds with him was manageable, but over time, even an iron man would not be able to endure it.
To put it simply, White Tiger King used sheer strength to crush ten techniques.
To deal with this kind of Explosive Ball, one either had to strike back with greater strength or contend with absolute technique. At the same level, pure strength was always weaker than technique. White Tiger King's shot contained eighty percent strength and twenty percent technique. Compared to White Tiger King, Ye Chen's strength was probably only ten or twenty percent, so technique had to account for ** parts.
Gripping the iron rod with both hands, Ye Chen locked onto the weakest point in the Thunderbolt Ball's force and struck it. Puff, puff—the Thunderbolt Ball shuddered twice before flying back at an unimaginable speed.
"He sent it back that easily?"
The spectators were somewhat surprised.
"Interesting!"
White Tiger