C202 The old dog of the seven peaks sect (1/2)
Rumble …
Rumble …
In an instant, the dazzling golden runes were shattered like glass.
”Roar!”
The Fire Dragon Shadow on Zhan Tianming's left palm, filled with the overflowing anger in his heart, smashed down.
That palm ruthlessly slammed into Xiang Haotian's chest.
Bang!
”Puff …”
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Xiang Haotian's body flew out.
However …
However, Zhan Tianming didn't have the intention to let him go just like that.
Blood Shadow Step!
”Whiz!”
Instantly, Zhan Tianming's figure appeared behind the still flying Xiang Haotian.
He raised his foot and suddenly kicked out.
Bang!
Straight on the back.
Xiang Haotian, who was flying backwards, threw himself forward again.
Zhan Tianming's figure moved again.
Once again appearing in front of Xiang Haotian's body, another kick directly landed on his face.
Bang!
Xiang Haotian was sent flying again.
Swish!
Zhan Tianming moved again.
Bang!
Xiang Haotian flew back once again.
Swish
Bang Bang Bang...
Kick after kick, every kick was filled with the anger of Zhan Tianming.
The crowd below the arena was packed with people. Everyone's eyes were wide open as they saw two figures constantly flying up from the arena.
”Thirty feet …”
”Forty-five kicks …” ”Seventy feet...”
”Ninety kicks!”
A Martial Spirit Ranker who was bored to death actually started to count every kick that Zhan Tianming threw.
”A hundred feet!”
When he counted to one hundred, Zhan Tianming suddenly rushed forward, raised his hand, and slapped down.
Bang!
This palm strike directly landed on Xiang Haotian's chest.
Rumble …
Xiang Haotian was slapped onto the stage. His face had long since distorted, and fresh blood was continuously coming out from his mouth like a pig's head. The anger in Zhan Tianming's heart, had not dissipated yet, and was still burning.
It was as if two flames of fury had already ignited in his eyes.
It was an incomparable rage!
The entire arena had already fallen silent.
There was no more golden light, no more flames, no more two figures flying about.
There was only Zhan Tianming's figure that slowly stood up.
Lying on the ground, spitting blood Xiang Haotian.
”Zhan Tianming wins, next match...”
The assistant referee announced just as he recovered from his shock, but before he could finish, Zhan Tianming suddenly raised his leg and stomped down fiercely.
Bang!
With one kick, Xiang Haotian's head exploded like a watermelon.
The red and white objects splattered all over the ground.