Fist Bone Impact

"Wha... is he even human?!" Zhang Chulan's palms sweated with nerves.

If he had been fighting in a clash between Outsiders of this caliber, he absolutely could not have withstood it. He would have been embedded in the wall the very next second.

"Clear Wind, where are you?!" Liu Kunsheng shouted, and the whirlwinds that had remained in place came sweeping over.

Wang Zhuo's Six Eyes darted rapidly. He immediately accelerated with the Rabbit Talisman and Blue, opening up distance in an instant and moving at high speed to evade the whirlwinds pursuing him.

As he ran, he rapidly drew talismans in midair, forming the Five Ghost Technique at once.

"The Five Ghost Technique?!"

Liu Kunsheng was greatly surprised.

Five streams of black mist charged into battle against the whirlwinds, successfully stopping the Clear Wind Ghost General.

Liu Kunsheng nodded in satisfaction. "Good lad. You even know tricks like these. I really underestimated you..."

Before he could finish, Wang Zhuo formed pistols with both hands and aimed at him.

"Fire Pistol!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Thunderfire shot rapidly from his fingertips, firing at Liu Kunsheng like a machine gun.

Hidden Dragon leaned his heavy body forward, his face full of shock. "Holy shit, are you Ace?!"

"Go, Brother Liu!" Lu Linglong shouted from the raised stands. In her excitement, she strained her injury and sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain.

Yet Liu Kunsheng could not even be bothered to dodge. "You're not using your grandpa here to show off, are you?"

He noticed!

Wang Zhuo's heart tightened. He had not expected to be seen through so easily.

"All right, lad, you've got some nerve. Then try your grandpa's Snake Fire!"

Liu Kunsheng rubbed his hands together to form a black fireball. With a gentle push, he sent it shooting out.

"Hah!" Wang Zhuo stamped his left foot hard against the ground and thrust his right palm forcefully through the air.

"Rumble!"

As though summoned, several perfectly square, neatly aligned pillars of earth burst from the soil beneath his feet, meeting the black fire head-on and blocking all of it.

But the flames were incredibly strange. Once they clung to the earth, they would not go out no matter what. Instead, the chunks of earth began to melt.

Within seconds, the black fire pierced the earthen wall and continued surging forward.

Unhurried, Wang Zhuo formed a seal with one hand. "Red!"

"Hum!"

In an instant, an invisible force gathered around him, reflecting the incoming black fire straight back.

"Hmm?!" Amid his surprise and uncertainty, Liu Kunsheng took back the reflected black fire.

"Boy, what kind of trick is that?" He walked slowly, his gaze probing.

"It doesn't feel like an Outsider's technique. You actually forced open a new space and repelled the existing space..."

Wang Zhuo made no attempt to hide it and spoke openly. "My innate ability. One of my Limitless Sorcerer abilities."

"I can create a space that repels everything. Any matter or energy will be kept out."

Liu Kunsheng nodded. "Impressive."

But the spectators in the stands were left dumbstruck.

He had forcibly opened a space that rejected everything?!

Was that something a human could do?

Only Lu Jin, Zhang Zhiwei, and the others who had witnessed Wang Zhuo's heaven-defying comprehension were certain that, given time, the boy could definitely develop it.

Next, Wang Zhuo unleashed a dazzling array of moves. Lightning, fire, wind, earth-the spectators could barely keep up.

He lowered his body and closed in, hooked his right leg around his opponent's ankle, and drove his waist and shoulder into the strike.

Iron Mountain Lean!

Liu Kunsheng countered each move as it came, overcoming hardness with softness. In the end, the two simply pitted their bodies against each other, every punch striking flesh.

The throat!

The jaw!

The face!

The bridge of the nose!

Neither side retreated half a step. They stopped using Qi and techniques altogether, fighting with nothing but their fists.

The words "holy shit" never stopped running through everyone's minds.

"Worth it... so fucking worth it!" the spectators around the arena murmured.

"Is this really a fight we get to watch for a three-hundred admission ticket?"

"Even Hollywood sci-fi blockbuster fights aren't this smooth, are they?"

"Every punch hitting flesh-now that's a man's romance!"

"Handsome and full of tricks! Let this big sister keep you, Liu Guanyi!"

"Piss off! Where'd this skank come from, trying to sully Brother Liu's noble soul with money?!"

"Who are you calling a skank, you little hussy? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

"Nobody gets to steal my darling!"

The fighting that followed was lightning-fast.

"Bam!"

Both slammed heavy punches into each other's faces, sending each other staggering backward.

Liu Kunsheng wiped a finger across his nose and beckoned to him. "Come on, one more move. It's not every day I meet a kid as interesting as you. If I don't get my fill of fun, I really won't feel satisfied. As long as you can satisfy me with this move, I'll concede."

"Then pardon me!" Wang Zhuo crouched and touched the ground with the tips of all five fingers.

"Ice Age!"

Amid the crackling of freezing ice, vast amounts of cold air erupted throughout the venue. Bone-chilling ice spread all the way to the spectator railings before stopping.

"Holy shit, Aokiji!" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in shock.

Feng Baobao muttered, "I'm going to be the Pirate King. I want to learn that move too!"

"Oh, Sister Bao'er, please rein in your powers."

Lu Linglong gripped the railing and leaned forward to look down. "It's... it's all frozen?!"

"That's incredible. With that much range, a normal person couldn't possibly dodge it."

"Ow, brother, you're hurting me!"

Zhuge Qing's hand unconsciously tightened on Zhuge Bai's shoulder. The shock in his eyes was beyond description.

Has our Zhuge Clan become outdated? How did the world end up full of monsters after we shut ourselves away for a while?

First Wang Ye, and now you, Liu Guanyi. I knew you were strong from the start, but I never thought you'd held this much back.

Jia Zhengliang clenched his fists until they cracked. "You bastard, so you didn't take me seriously back then at all. You wouldn't show even a little more of what you could do!"

They watched the arena intently. Liu Kunsheng had already become a white ice sculpture, his entire body encased in ice.

"Brace yourself!"

Wang Zhuo coated his right hand in Armament Haki. With almost no hesitation, he mustered the lightning and golden light on his body and charged toward the ice sculpture.

"Fist Bone Impact!"

He drove his iron fist, wreathed in Conqueror's Haki, hard into Liu Kunsheng's abdomen.

"Boom!"

With the violent cracking of shattering ice, Liu Kunsheng was instantly sent flying backward by the punch.

The wind pressure from the punch swept across almost the entire arena, scraping fragments from the ice on the ground and scattering them as crystalline powder.

"What's happening? It feels like an earthquake!"

"Aaah! So cold, so cold, so cold!!!"

"How can it be this cold?!"

"It's all white mist! I can't see anything!"

Amid the spectators' chaotic cries, the cold mist soon dispersed, and the figures in the arena gradually came into view.

Liu Kunsheng had been punched straight into the wall, leaving the entire wall caved in.

"Heh... hehe, hahaha! Excellent, excellent! How exhilarating! That punch really packed a wallop!"

He wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, crossed his arms, and drove his elbows backward into the wall, using the recoil to dislodge himself.

"Even that didn't hurt him..." Wang Zhuo was genuinely a little stunned.

He had been planning to use the Horse Talisman to heal Deng Youfu, the poor bastard who owned that body. He had never expected his opponent to come down as though nothing had happened.

That was fucking ridiculous!

"Another round?"

Seeing this, Liu Kunsheng waved his hands. "No more. This old immortal keeps his word. I concede!"

"The winner! Liu Guanyi!!"