Chapter 477 Aspiring for Firs (1/2)
Boom!
Two powerful attacks, each at the pinnacle of their respective user’s strength, flew towards each other in the sky above the chief disciple peak, while countless gazes watched in shock.
Everyone could feel that the two individuals had already squeezed out every drop of their power, making these attacks their strongest possible strikes.
Outside the chief disciple peak, both Shen Taiyuan and Lu Hong were unable to turn their gazes away, even forgetting to breathe for the moment.
They knew that both Zhou Yuan and Yuan Hong were basically at their limits by this point in the fight, and the final outcome was soon to appear.
Lu Hong’s expression was the uglier of the two, because he never imagined that the very same person he had originally believed they need not pay any attention to, would be the one to force Yuan Hong so far.
What’s more, even bringing out a trump card like the Sword Feeding Technique had actually failed to achieve a crushing victory.
“God damnit!”
A curse was spat out from the cracks between Yuan Hong’s teeth, his eyes filled with regret and frustration. If he had known what a problem that brat would be, they would have immediately changed their strategy to concentrate all their power into dealing with Zhou Yuan.
However, it was already too late for regrets, and even Lu Hong could only nervously wait for the eventual result.
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Under the countless watching gazes, Zhou Yuan’s black brush hair covered fist plowed through the sky, blasting away the surrounding air as it ruthlessly collided with Yuan Hong’s scarlet-red sword superimposed fist.
Clang!
At the instant of impact, the entire world seemed to freeze for a moment.
Next, a several thousand feet large Genesis Qi storm exploded from the point of collision, madly sweeping outwards.
Even the numerous disciples outside the chief disciple peak could clearly feel the berserk energies within a storm of this scale. Cracks spread across the entire peak as the mountain top crumbled once more.
At the epicenter, Yuan Hong’s scarlet-red eyes were locked onto Zhou Yuan, who was mere inches away, as he roared through gritted teeth, “A new disciple dares to stop me from becoming the chief disciple? Delusional!”
Genesis Qi frantically gushed out from his body as he roared, rippling the space around him.
The scarlet-red silhouette of a sword superimposed on his arm grew clearer and clearer, making it appear as if his arm was the Heaven Flame Sword itself, as increasingly deadly and hot undulations pulsed from it.
However, Zhou Yuan’s expression remained calmly indifferent in response to roaring from Yuan Hong’s twisted face. The former’s fist clenched even harder, the pitch-black hairs wrapped around it like a gauntlet gleaming with a deep, bottomless luster.
“Get! Out! Of! My! Way!”
A bellow rang out from Zhou Yuan’s throat, his fist slightly pulling back, before brazenly punching forward a split second later.
Clang!
The first that seemed to be covered by a black gauntlet smashed into Yuan Hong’s fist like metal striking metal, as an enormous shockwave unfurled once more.
Yuan Hong’s pupils violently shrank at this moment. He had felt an indescribable boundless power rush towards him. As the power poured out, faint red cracks began to appear on his sword-like arm.
Crack!
His entire arm seemed to shatter at this instant.
Next, countless gazes watched in astonishment as Yuan Hong’s figure hurtled down from the sky like a cannonball.
Wind rapidly rushed past his ears as a look of fear and shock appeared on Yuan Hong’s face. It was as if he never expected Zhou Yuan’s punch to have reached such a frighteningly powerful level!
The Heaven Flame Sword in his body seemed to emit a mournful cry.
Boom!
His body landed on the mountain top, followed by several loud booming sounds, as the already crumbling mountain top fully collapsed.
Yuan Hong’s body pierced into the mountain, ultimately stopping deep in its bowels.
The body of the mountain began to cave in as the entire peak started to crumble.
The sight of such destructive power caused the numerous watching disciples to suck in a cold breath of air.
The entire place was completely silent.
Countless gazes shifted away from the collapsed chief disciple peak in shock, to find Zhou Yuan’s figure standing in the air as the brush hairs on his fist swiftly receded.
Blood flowed down his hand, dripping from his fingertips.
The earlier punch had been unequaled in ferocity. As a result, the resultant force had also been extremely frightening. If not for his progress in external cultivation, Zhou Yuan’s arm would have been torn to pieces.
He looked downwards with a frosty gaze at the still collapsing chief disciple peak. His gaze followed the tumbling rubble, and found Yuan Hong’s figure lying amidst numerous boulders in the bowels of the mountain.