Sure enough, the two traded heavy punches for several hours. Their chests were smashed inward countless times and restored countless times. Their fighting spirit only grew fiercer, keen light flashing in their eyes, both possessed of an unyielding will and the conviction that they would win.
"Good, my good brother. All that time I spent waiting for you wasn't wasted. Whatever abilities you have, bring them all out."
Hai Chen's golden robes snapped in the wind, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. Every punch displayed his immense confidence and sharply rising momentum.
Mu Bai flashed a toothy grin and shook his entire body. The Golden Wings sprouted from his back, and his punch carried the divergent flame fused from Golden Crow flames and White Spirit Cold Flame. Even the void burned as the punch slammed into Hai Chen's chest with searing heat, leaving a charred black hole with a sizzling rip.
Taking Mu Bai's punch, Hai Chen gritted his teeth. Golden blades whirled furiously around the heavy punch he threw, and his fist blasted into Mu Bai's chest. As the golden blades spun inside Mu Bai's chest, sparks sprayed in every direction, as though they would bore straight through him.
Mu Bai grinned, looking somewhat sheepish, but abruptly thrust out his chest. The Three-Legged Crow Cauldron gradually emerged from it, forcibly pushing Hai Chen's heavy fist back out.
"Sorry, Hai Chen. By rights, this Crow Cauldron is the Haibei Tribe's tribal artifact, and you're qualified to possess it too. But Ancestor Hai Ze has already given it to me."
"What does that matter? Once I defeat you, it will naturally return to me. Presumably, Ancestor Hai Ze also wanted me to defeat you and retrieve the tribal artifact."
"Is that so? Then let's see what you can do!"
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