The Ever-Victorious King looked at Subutai in front of him with burning eyes. He was so angry that he could not control himself. It was obvious that he was no match for him. However, he had knocked him to the ground in just a few moves. Yet, he was able to stand up again and again. The expression with his neck stiffened, teeth gnashed, and as if he was determined to defeat you was simply... extremely annoying!
"Fuck, do you really think you are Seiya? You are an indestructible cockroach!"
Before he finished speaking, the Ever-Victorious King moved to about half a foot beside Subuchi as if by magic, and suddenly blasted out with his right fist like a cannon.
Unexpectedly, the Ever-Victorious King's punch did not produce any whistling sound, nor did it carry any powerful energy, but Subutai immediately felt that all his routes for counterattack were blocked by the punch.
Suddenly, the energy surged and the whole space was burning and boiling. It was as if one was exposed naked in the vast yellow sand, dry and hot, daunting desert for many days, on the verge of death from thirst and lack of water.
Even a fearless lunatic like Jochi had the horrible feeling of being sucked forward involuntarily.
The Ever-Victorious King's punch was completely unavoidable, forcing Subuchi to fight desperately, but...
How can a man on the grassland admit defeat? If you want to fight! Then fight to the end!
The Poison Dragon Spear suddenly stabbed out at an astonishing speed, and changed again. The heat at the tip of the spear continued to rise, unpredictable and uncontrollable, but it seemed like there was no change at all, returning to its original state and combining the myriad changes in the unchanging.
A low dragon roar will burst out from the tip of the spear, and in the dragon roar, a huge ray of light will shoot up into the sky, like a poisonous dragon that has been imprisoned for thousands of years, suddenly leaping out and galloping across the sky!
Subuchi's spear was originally straightforward and unstoppable. Even when facing an extremely strong opponent like the Ever-Victorious King, he would never hesitate at all. Instead, he would blast out a faster and stronger spear to meet the Ever-Victorious King's punch that kept expanding and filling the universe.
The Ever-Victorious King's fist certainly wouldn't grow bigger. It was only because the force of his fist completely overwhelmed and clamped him from the very beginning, affecting his mind, that this strange illusion occurred.
Most of the Ming Cult's martial arts emphasize both material and spiritual aspects, which can be fully reflected in the boxing of the King of Ever-Victory!
At the moment before the clash of fist and spear, the majestic body of the Ever-Victorious King, who was rushing forward, was almost impossible. He lightly supported himself with his feet and actually rose a few inches off the ground. His fist turned into a palm, and he hit the spear tip from a higher angle. Subutai had no time to change his moves. He could only watch the sudden change of the Ever-Victorious King helplessly and missed a move miserably.
"Boom!" As fists and spears clashed, Shuchi felt as if he had been brought into the eighteenth level of hell.
The Ever-Victorious King swayed from side to side, with a gleam in his eyes, as if lightning from the sky appeared deep in his pupils. He flicked his sleeves, as if attacking but not attacking, and threw out a fist with his left hand, and turned his right hand into a palm to go straight for Shuchi.
"Bang! Bang!"
Subuchi no longer had any room to maneuver, and he stretched out his spear with all his strength to take the punch from the Ever-Victorious King.
After being hit by the move, Shuchi's meridians became hot, but suddenly he felt frighteningly cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar that had been frozen for many years. He felt so uncomfortable that he howled at the moon like a wild wolf on the grassland. He felt extremely horrible and sad that he wanted to vomit blood.
Subuchi gritted his teeth and swallowed back the hot blood in his throat, then stepped forward with his spear again, without retreating a single step!
Zhou Yi became worried upon seeing this and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zhebie.
"Subuchi would never want you to interfere now!"
"But... ... ."
"Please believe in Shuchi, there is no failure among the men on the grassland!"
Suddenly, the dead branches, weeds, branches and fallen leaves around him started to burn strangely. A strange smell slowly emanated from Shuchi's body.
King Changsheng suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, and suddenly he threw a heavy punch, without any sign or sound, it seemed like an ordinary punch.
Subutai, who was far away, felt that this punch contained everything in the world and was integrated into all things in the world. It was enough to swallow mountains and split the earth. This punch had reached the impossible realm of returning to nature.
"Oh!"
Subutai suddenly chuckled, and an incomparable joy surged in his heart!
"Only an opponent like this can make me push myself to my full potential!"
Suddenly, the mysterious energy within dozens of feet around him trembled involuntarily, and then began to flow rapidly around the chips, carrying an indomitable and powerful move, and blasted out a peerless spear that was no less powerful than the heavy fist in front of him!
... ... ... ... ... .
"You have performed a great service this time. Do you feel comfortable being carried by others?" Ren Ya held down Shuchi and said with feigned anger while following the stretcher.
"What's going on? I, Jochi, a seven-foot-tall man, am lying on a rack and being carried by others. If others see me, they will definitely laugh their heads off. No, put me down!" Jochi said reluctantly.
"You'd better not move. It will be heavier if you lift it like this!" Zhebie interjected.
Subuchi smiled bitterly at Chihu and Borchu who were carrying the stretcher, and said, "Are you two going to deprive me of my right to walk too?"
"You're seriously injured, so just lie down. This is for your own good." Chihu said with a smile.
"You guys say that too, so you deserve to suffer." Jochi scolded angrily. Everyone couldn't help but smile when they heard this.
"Fortunately, I still have some Nine Flowers Jade Dew Pills here. Now it seems that as long as you rest for a few days and change the medicine a few times, your injury will be fine." Zhou Yi said.
"I feel like I'm fine now. I can get down and walk by myself. I don't need anyone to carry me," said Shuchi, who was lying on a stretcher, with a stern face.
The Flowing Cloud Envoy at the side smiled and said, "Young people are young people. Maybe you feel much better, but the Supreme Wisdom Fist of the King of Ever-Victory has more or less damaged your internal organs. This is no joke. You should know that the King of Ever-Victory is the most powerful among the Twelve Treasure Tree Kings of our Daming Zun Sect. Even in the entire Daming Zun Sect, only the Great Master, the Good Mother and a few others can defeat him. You can be proud of the fact that you can defeat him at your age now!"
Liuyun Envoy paused for a moment and continued, "You should not walk at this moment. Rest for a few days and see if you have any adverse reactions. Then you will be able to detect whether the power of the Ever-Victorious King is lurking in your body."
"Of course there will be adverse reactions if we take a few days off." Hesar, who was flying in the sky on an eagle, suddenly laughed, "By then, I'm afraid some people will have forgotten how to walk!"
Ren Ya and Zhou Yi couldn't help laughing, Bi Hong Yao and Liu Yun Shi also found it very funny, while Zhe Bie shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Seeing Zhebie laughing, Zhou Yi was immediately surprised.
"So you can still laugh?"
"I'm not dead, of course I can laugh." (To be continued)