If this young man wearing a hat is really from Xuelao City, then he will stop at all costs, even if he dies.
Xuanyuan Po decided to do this.
The young man wearing the hat was not affected by these words and remained calm.
Just like how he feels, all things are just ordinary to him, even life and death.
The attitudes of each other have been clarified, so the next step should be the process of proof.
Xuanyuan Po knew that the opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than himself, so he chose to attack first.
From standing in the seemingly simple arena in Matsucho the morning before yesterday, and then winning nine games in a row, this is the first time he has taken the lead.
The leather boots landed on the hard bluestone ground, making a dull sound.
Countless continuous blasting sounds followed in the slightly cold air in front of the imperial city.
These plosives aren't overly loud, but they are very clear.
It was the sound of the air being hit by something, before it could be deformed and squeezed, it was directly smashed.
It is conceivable that Xuanyuan Po's speed was so fast that the onlookers couldn't see clearly with their naked eyes, they could only vaguely see an afterimage.
Behind the afterimage is a cloud of smoke, which is directed towards the young man wearing the hat.
Xuanyuan Po's left fist pierced through the air and flew down with a whistling sound. There was a hidden wind and thunder in it, which contained unimaginable power and power.
Before the iron fist arrived, smoke and dust rose first, covering the field like a dark cloud.
A young man in a hat came out from the smoke.
Then, he put his left hand behind his back.
Following this movement, his breath changed.
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Xiaode withdrew from the Tianxuan, but came to the scene today.
With more than ten subordinates, he stood on a hillside near the Tianshou Pavilion, watching the scene in front of the imperial city, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
Whether it was the young man wearing a hat who appeared like a lone peak, or Xuanyuan Po's strong and powerful declaration, none of them changed his expression.
However, when the young man stepped out of the smoke and put his left hand behind his back, Xiaode's expression changed suddenly, and his face even turned a little pale.
This reminded him of a scene he had seen in Hanshan many years ago.
The middle-aged scholar in front of the forest seemed to be holding his hands behind his back like this.
The middle-aged scholar turned his back to him and Liu Qing, looking at Guozi intently.
The strong monster of the monster clan and the world's number one assassin
When he turned around, the night would cover Qianli Hanshan.
Everything in the world is of course just ordinary, not worth mentioning.
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A young man in a hat came out from the smoke.
He is not the middle-aged scholar in Hanshan, so the sky above Baidi City has not darkened.
But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuanyuan Po's left fist, the night still came as usual.
Night can cover thousands of miles of cold mountains, and it can also cover the entire sky. It can contain or swallow everything, and it can naturally block a fist.
Without any sound, Xuanyuan Po's fist was grasped by his hand.
Then, nothing changed.
If you hold it, you hold it, and you can't leave it again, unless the morning light returns to the earth, and it will be tomorrow morning in an instant.
Looking at this scene, whether it was the crowd of monster races watching or the dignitaries watching from a distance, they were all so shocked that they couldn't speak.
In the group arena in Xiacheng District the day before yesterday, Xuanyuan Po's fists showed unimaginable strength and power. Every time he punched, it seemed that the sky would collapse. After winning nine games in a row, he really gained a great reputation, and even became a demon clan poor A god-like role in the hearts of the people.
However, today Xuanyuan Po's fist looked so weak, he couldn't even break free from his opponent's palm!
How powerful this young man wearing a hat should be!
The atmosphere became extremely tense, and the air seemed to freeze. The faces of the people showed shock and worry.
Xuanyuan Po's expression didn't change at all, it was a bit dull, you could say it was calm.
Still like the moment before, like the day before, like the years before.
He didn't panic, because he had already expected that the young man wearing the hat was indeed much stronger than himself.
More importantly, he has not yet displayed his most powerful means.
Whether it was the nine battles the day before yesterday, or every conflict with Matsumachi in the tavern in the past few years, he never used that method.
Even when he was in the Kyoto Orthodox Academy, he never really used that method.
His strongest method is his fist.
But not the intact left fist, but... a seemingly shriveled, crippled right fist.
Xuanyuan Po raised his right fist and swung it forward.
His right arm was once seriously injured, and all the meridians were broken by Tian Hai Ya'er, and he was cured by Chen Changsheng, but after he started to learn a certain kind of exercise, his right arm not only did not fully recover, but the injury gradually Aggravated, especially in the past few years, a very serious shrinkage has occurred.
Now his right arm is very small, like a branch or a child's arm, compared with his burly body, it is even more pitiful.
In the tavern by the river, this was the main reason why he was made fun of.
No one would make fun of him today, only sympathize with and pity him.
He was obviously defeated but still refused to give up. In the eyes of everyone, Xuanyuan Po was very brave, but this kind of courage was so sad.
Xuanyuan Po ignored the sympathetic sighs coming from all around, waved his arms silently and intently, and smashed towards the opponent's face.
It was a smash rather than a bang, because he clenched his fist and hit it from top to bottom, using the lower edge of the fist instead of the hardest front of the fist.
It might look like slapping the table in frustration, but it's actually more like slapping the sewage in the sink when angry.
The most similar, in fact, is the hammer drop.
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In the forest next to the castle tower, Xiaode's expression changed suddenly, and he took a step forward.
On the viewing platform, the head of the Xiang clan suddenly opened his eyes.
In the stone palace, Mrs. Mu raised her eyebrows slightly like a sword.
In this scene, ordinary people can only see depression and hopelessness, but they can see something more.
For example, when Xuanyuan Po punched out, the wildfire aura emanating from the sky trees in the mountains in the distance suddenly increased several times!
A huge black bear figure appeared in the sky!
It stretched out its sharp claws and tore apart the night that shrouded the imperial city!
Rain clouds gushed out of the night, and a bolt of lightning suddenly appeared in the depths!
The square in front of the imperial city was illuminated extremely brightly.
In that dazzling light, Xuanyuan Po's right arm moved forward at high speed, and it expanded rapidly.
His fist also became several times bigger, as if it was a hammer in the hands of a god.
His fist came down like a hammer.
The lightning also fell at the same time.
There was a loud bang.
The fist and lightning fell on the young man wearing the hat at the same time.