CHAPTER 443: 【168】TAIPING 6 MAGES VS DRAGON AND TIGER XINGYI 6 ARTS_4

"You, go over there and stay put, or you’ll get caught in the crossfire later." Wang Longhu turned to Liu Yan, who was sitting beside him.

This woman’s strength was too weak to get involved in the battle between himself and his opponent.

If caught in the aftermath, she would be the first to die.

"Huh?" Liu Yan cautiously scanned the surroundings, thinking Wang Longhu had discovered something.

However, she didn’t notice anything, so her face involuntarily showed a puzzled expression.

Wang Longhu frowned and pushed her away with one hand.

Liu Yan instantly slid over twenty meters away until she was pressed against the wall of the main hall.

Just a second later, a golden figure rushed in rapidly from outside the main hall.

With a covered head, a punch directly aimed at Wang Longhu’s head.

The power of this punch was indescribable, and in an instant, Wang Longhu’s hair flew back, the punch’s wind painfully lashing his face.

At this moment, it was as if he was not facing a fist but a cannonball.

A cannonball that could shatter a human body instantly.

But Wang Longhu, having trained in martial arts for half a year, defeating countless masters, was no amateur.

At the moment the fist appeared, he countered with a punch to compete with this person’s punch strength, intending to clash fist for fist.

Bam!

The massive golden fist collided heavily with Wang Longhu’s fist.

A sound like the collision of mountains echoed at the scene.

The wooden chair beneath Wang Longhu instantly turned into wood chips, scattering to the ground.

Yet his body remained unmoving, steady as if seated on a fishing platform, his legs firmly rooted to the ground in a seated posture.

But the floor of the hall beneath his feet fared poorly; starting from Wang Longhu’s feet, numerous lightning-like cracks spread out in all directions, quickly covering the entire hall.

The hall swayed precariously, appearing as though it might collapse at any moment.

The Taiping member stood in place, his fur-covered fist slowly retracting as he used his other hand to pull back his dislocated middle finger.

In that punch just now, his finger had dislocated.

Wang Longhu’s eyes lit up with surprise and he laughed, "Good! Good! Good! It’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone with a physique like yours. You are qualified to trade a few moves with me."

The Taiping member roared angrily, then punched again in a sweeping motion aimed at Wang Longhu’s side face.

This punch was like a meteoric hammer of refined steel, swinging with his upper and lower arm, the punch wind even fiercer, and the punch’s explosion astonishing like thunder, rising to the heavens.

Boom!

The hall, already teetering, couldn’t bear a single bit of internal pressure, tiles falling instantly as it began a catastrophic collapse.

Wang Longhu paid no mind, his face only wearing a sincere wild grin.

Since returning from White Lotus Peak, he had felt that no one in this world could be his match.

The gap between himself and those grandmasters was no longer about martial arts routines or combat experience.

It was about physique and strength, the most fundamental differences as humans.

Your mastery of fist techniques, your sharp leg techniques, your proficiency with weapons.

Can they withstand the force of Wang Longhu’s punch, equal to two elephants?

In the face of absolute dominance, techniques are useless.

Even when facing Monk Yunlong, after he understood the usage of True Qi, Wang Longhu was confident he could defeat him within five moves.

This world has gradually shown signs of fatigue, without masters, exceedingly dull.

Wang Longhu could only feel a slight effect of training by imagining opponents surrounding him in his mind every day.

At this moment, though he didn’t know who the golden-furred guy in front of him was.

But his strength and physique had already gained Wang Longhu’s recognition.

This person was a worthy opponent.

Seeing the Taiping member’s sweeping punch coming, Wang Longhu straightened his back, intercepting with both hands, catching the Taiping member’s sweeping forearm.

Then, with his spine like a dragon, twisting his waist to leverage his back, his shoulders exerted force, he turned his back toward the Taiping member, and with a burst of power from his hands, flung him into the distance.

Thud! Thud!

The stone floor of the hall instantly bore two one-meter-deep pits under Wang Longhu’s feet, evident of his explosive strength at that moment.

Despite being fierce, the Taiping member still struggled to stabilize his footing, thrown high into the air by Wang Longhu’s toss.

His body shattered numerous descending beams and tiles before shooting out from the collapsing hall interior.

He crashed into the rooftop, making a large hole in the glass dome.

"This!"

The moment the hall swayed precariously, Liu Yan simply ran out.

When she turned to see the completely collapsed hall burying Wang Longhu within, her face couldn’t help showing an expression of astonishment.

If she had reacted even a bit slower, she would have been among those buried inside now.

Numerous glass shards rained down on the ruins, and a golden figure jumped down—it was the Taiping member Wang Longhu had thrown.

His eyes scanned around as if searching for something.

Quickly, failing to locate Wang Longhu, his gaze fell on Liu Yan not far away.

Today, any unfamiliar stranger must die.

The Taiping member’s legs leaped out, resembling a fierce tiger, pouncing towards Liu Yan.

With his strength, Liu Yan’s body would be as fragile as tofu, breaking upon contact.

Just then, suddenly a stirring arose from the ruins of the hall.