Jiang Fa slowly raised his head.
In those eyes, the original calmness and restraint were gone, replaced by a murderous intent that sent chills down the spine.
"You..."
Before Lu Jiu finished speaking, Jiang Fa had already moved.
His entire body almost turned into a stream of black light, and his speed was more than twice as fast as before.
Lu Jiu's pupils shrank suddenly.
He subconsciously raised his short sword to block, holding the blade across his chest.
But Jiang Fa's fist has arrived.
There was nothing fancy about this punch, it was just a straight punch.
The surface of the fist is covered with a layer of golden light that is so thick that it is almost substantial. It is a manifestation of the physical power that explodes to the extreme under the dual blessing of Seven-Colored Glazed Glass Art and the powerful Vajra Kung Fu.
The wind from the fist hit Lu Jiu so hard that he could hardly open his eyes.
Boom!
His fist hit Dantou Dao.
The black short knife let out a sharp cry as if it was about to die, and the blade bent into a shocking arc at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lu Jiu felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, and the bones of his arms made a heart-wrenching creaking sound. His whole body was sent flying backwards by the punch.
The whole place was dead silent.
Thousands of people in the stands opened their mouths at the same time, looking shocked.
Lu Jiu lowered his head and looked at the bloody opening on his tiger's mouth. The blood was dripping down the handle of the knife.
His hands were trembling slightly, and the remaining energy from the punch had not yet been completely removed. The meridians of his entire right arm seemed to have been poured with red-hot molten iron.
"How is it possible..."
He raised his head and looked at the black figure three feet away, his eyes filled with horror.
How could the power of that punch just now be so terrifying?
Half step Transforming Force?
No, even a half-step Transforming Force cannot produce this kind of force.
"You..."
Jiang Fa didn't give him a chance to speak.
His speed reached the extreme, and a black shadow appeared on the ring, instantly bullying Lu Jiu.
Lu Jiu gritted his teeth and slashed diagonally with his short sword. The blade was packed with strength and went straight to Jiang Fa's left rib.
The speed is so fast that any An Jin warrior has no time to block.
But Jiang Fa just ignored it.
His left hand reached out, his fingers spread out, and he grabbed the blade directly.
A sinister smile flashed in Lu Jiu's eyes.
Although his short sword looks simple, it is actually a sharp blade specially made by Bibo Lake. The blade cuts iron like mud. Let alone a fleshy palm, even weapons made of ordinary stainless steel cannot withstand a single blow.
But the next moment, his smile solidified.
Jiang Fa's five fingers closed together and firmly held the blade.
The blade cut into his palm, making a harsh metallic friction sound.
Under the skin of the palm, golden light flashed past.
"What!"
Before Lu Jiu had time to be shocked, Jiang Fa's right fist had already hit him.
The punch hit him directly in the chest.
Bang!
Lu Jiu's entire figure was like a broken sack that had been hit by a hammer. His feet left the ground and he flew backwards uncontrollably.
He spurted a mouthful of blood in the air, jumped over the ring ropes, and flew towards the stands.
But Jiang Fa didn't give him a chance to land.
Wind-Chasing Steps activated, Jiang Fa's whole body was like a black lightning, catching Lu Jiu's flying figure in mid-air.
He reached out and clasped Lu Jiu's ankle, pulling it down sharply.
Lu Jiu's body was forcibly pulled to a stop in the air, and then hit the ring like a broken bowl thrown to the ground.
Boom!
A large cracked crater with a diameter of about ten feet was directly smashed into the arena, and rubble flew like rain.
Lu Jiu's body was embedded in the pit, blood surged from his mouth, a large piece of his chest was sunken, and he had no idea how many ribs were broken.
His eyes no longer looked arrogant and conceited at the beginning, but were filled with the fear of death.
Jiang Fa slowly knelt down and looked at him condescendingly.
Then he stretched out his hand, clasped his throat with five fingers, and lifted him up from the gravel pit.
Lu Jiu's throat was pinched and his face turned red.
For the first time, real fear appeared in his narrow eyes.
"You... can't kill me... or you... won't survive..."
Jiang Fa's eyes flashed with a sharp look.
His palms slowly tightened.
Lu Jiu's face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to green.
He kicked his feet desperately and grabbed Jiang Fa's wrist with both hands.
But with his current strength, he can't break free from the shackles of Jiang Fa.
"No... you can't... kill me..."
"My master... is Bibohu... Mr. Qiushui... if you kill me... you will also..."
"Mr. Qiushui?"
Jiang Fa The corners of the mouth are slightly raised,
"Even if the King of Heaven comes, you will die today."
He twisted his right hand violently.
Click.
An extremely clear sound of bone cracking sounded in the ring,
Lu Jiu's head was tilted to one side at an extremely weird angle. His narrow eyes were still open, but his pupils had begun to dilate, and there was still a trace of disbelief in them.
Jiang Fa shook his hand.
He threw Lu Jiu's body on the ground casually like trash.
The whole place was dead silent.
Thousands of pairs of eyes looked at the black figure slowly standing up on the stage, but no one made a sound.
"Lu Jiu is dead... dead?"
I don't know who spoke first with a trembling voice,
Immediately afterwards, the entire school grounds exploded like a ignited powder keg.
"He actually killed Lu Jiu!"
"Half-step Transforming Force! That's a master of half-step Transforming Force!"
"What kind of monster is this person? Late Dark Force kills An Jin at the peak, and then kills Transforming Force half a step after killing him?"
"Am I dreaming? Pinch me!"
From all over the stands, exclamations, discussions, and gasps of cold air came and went, forming a noisy torrent.
On the viewing platform, Meng Qiuran suddenly stood up.
"Master Qiao, this..."
Inspector Qiao's hawk-like eyes moved away from the black figure on the ring.
"Master Meng, there is no need to panic."
His tone was calm.
"In the martial arts arena, life and death are determined by destiny. Lu Jiu died in the arena. He can't blame anyone else."
"But..." Meng Qiuran hesitated. "Then Lu Jiu was born in Bibo Lake..."
"So what...?" Inspector Qiao said slowly, "The rules of the Qingshan Martial Arts Association are set by the three major sects. If Mr. Qiu Shui is dissatisfied, there will be big figures from the three sects to deal with him. Mr. Meng County, just don't worry."
His eyes fell on Jiang Fa again. "That boy..."
Inspector Qiao only spoke half of what he said.
He really didn't know how to evaluate it.
An Late Dark Force boy first used Transformation Realm boxing to kill Li Kunlun, who was at the peak of An Jin, and then used his unstoppable momentum to kill Lu Jiu, who was half a step closer to Transforming Force. There was almost no pause between the two fierce battles.
Looking at all the Qingshan Martial Arts Tournaments, he has never seen such unreasonable fighting across ranks.
"Master Qiao," Meng Qiuran suddenly lowered his voice. "Then the number one in the martial arts competition..."
"It's obvious."
Inspector Qiao sat back on his chair and suppressed the surging thoughts in his heart. "The rules are the rules. If Lu Jiu dies in the ring, Jiang Fa wins. As for what happens next..."
A glint flashed in his eyes. "Let's wait until the martial arts meeting is over."