Seeing the red-faced old man's rainbow-like aura, Ding Xiaoyi raised his cold eyes, and violent power surged around him.
The body, washed by the light of the prison god and the blood of the dragon, is filled with primitive and majestic power. He raised his right fist and rushed towards the red-faced old man like a cheetah.
The surrounding space was shaking, and a shadow like a peerless ferocious beast appeared behind Nan Qiaozi. It was an extremely huge ape-shaped figure.
The air around him seemed to be evacuated by the fists wielded by the red-faced old man, and only the violent fist light shone in the arena.
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes narrowed, and he punched to meet the attack. There are no gorgeous moves, and there is no earth-shattering momentum.
Ding Xiaoyi's fist was like a weak ant, giving people the illusion of being vulnerable. But the red-faced old man's body was filled with majestic strength, just like the waves crashing against the shore.
Especially the phantom of the giant ape behind the red-faced old man was emitting roaring roars. It was a combination of strength and wildness.
Nan Qiaozi's speed was very fast, and the space made concussive sounds under his fists. The concussive sounds stirred up a roaring sonic boom.
The light of the fist tore through the space, and Nan Qiaozi's figure became blurred. That was because his speed was too fast.
Ding Xiaoyi felt the purest power erupting in his body, making his blood begin to boil.
And the primitive and pure power contained in his body roared like a volcano at that moment.
The figure flashed, and Ding Xiaoyi raised his fist to attack the red-faced old man. To others, the young man in cloth looked like a mantis using his arms as a chariot to hit a rock with an egg.
Because the figure of the commoner boy was too weak, his right fist was obviously insignificant. Nan Qiaozi's fists arrived in front of Ding Xiaoyi in an instant. Ding Xiaoyi waved his right fist, and roaring power spurted out from his body.
His right fist hit Nan Qiaozi's fists hard, but Nan Qiaozi showed a contemptuous smile on his face.
This commoner boy was simply asking for humiliation if he tried to compete with him. Although he doesn't have any fancy moves, nor is he very advanced in martial arts.
He dominates the world with only his own strength, which is like the power of the ancient times. His brute strength is his greatest reliance.
"Bang", a dull sound sounded, Ding Xiaoyi's right fist hit the huge fists, and a majestic power surged from those fists.
The tyrannical power roared from his right fist like a rushing river and struck straight towards his right arm.
Ding Xiaoyi's expression changed slightly, and the domineering power made his right arm go numb. But Nan Qiaozi's expression also changed slightly, and the young man was not blown away by both fists as he imagined.
Because the young man's body only swayed slightly for a few times, and all his strength was restrained. A force like thunder surged forward, and Ding Xiaoyi's body couldn't help but swayed a few times before he was able to control the force like thunder.
The fists struck each other, causing violent winds to splash out in all directions. The space in the arena was torn open by the strong wind, causing another tremor in the arena.
Two figures were frozen in the arena. The commoner boy had a calm expression, while the red-faced old man's expression changed slightly.
The two figures were frozen like this, and Nan Qiaozi glared angrily. The shadow of the peerless giant ape behind him couldn't help but roar, and his arms shook.
With a "boom", Nan Qiaozi's clothes rose up like a blast of wind. When he stepped on his feet, violent power burst out.
Ding Xiaoyi's whole body was shaken, and the raw power that filled his body was like boiling oil being thrown into a torch.
"Boom...", a violent force like a volcanic eruption surged up in Ding Xiaoyi's body. At the same time, his right arm also shook, and the ancient power in his body turned into a roaring dragon and roared towards his right fist.
"Boom", the power around Nan Qiaozi became more and more violent, and the shadow of the peerless giant ape behind him raised its giant fist like a hammer and hit Ding Xiaoyi on the head.
The space cracked open inch by inch under the iron fist of the giant ape shadow. The peerless giant ape shadow was domineering and violent, and a pair of iron fists fell like raindrops.
Ding Xiaoyi punched Nan Qiaozi's fists, and he clenched his left hand. The ancient power turned into the force of a rushing river and surged up. His left fist concentrated all the ancient power in his body towards the iron fist that was falling like raindrops.
The fist light kept changing in the space, and finally Ding Xiaoyi's left fist turned into a huge dragon head.
The dragon head let out bursts of roars and roared towards the iron fist that the giant ape smashed down.
"Boom..." Nan Qiaozi's energy increased again, and his fists began to change. As soon as he stepped on his feet, an overwhelming amount of power poured out.
He shook his fists, and roared towards Ding Xiaoyi's right fist with overwhelming force. Ding Xiaoyi's whole body glowed with a faint light. That light was the divine power of the Prison God's light left in his body.
The baptism of the Prison God's Light allowed his body to be cleansed to the maximum extent possible. Ding Xiaoyi stepped forward, and strength surged around his body, and a prehistoric power blasted away from his right fist.
Both of them concentrated their strength to the maximum, and the left fist that turned into a dragon's roar also collided with the iron fist that the peerless giant ape smashed down.
"Boom, boom, boom,...", the space was shaking, and the entire arena seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
And the runes surrounding the arena shone with bursts of dazzling light.
"Bang, bang, bang", Ding Xiaoyi's figure was like the wind, he raised his fist and punched Nan Qiaozi several times. After a dull sound, the two figures suddenly separated.
They all used their initial strength to make the most violent impact. The punches were like the wind, and the punches touched the flesh. At the beginning, there was a violent collision of forces.
After the two began to test their strength, they let go. Their figures were like the wind, and their fists collided together like shadows.
Ding Xiaoyi rose into the air and kicked out several times quickly, each of which landed on Nan Qiaozi's body very firmly.
But Nan Qiaozi did not show weakness. He transformed into a roaring giant ape beast, and his fists fell on Ding Xiao like raindrops.
The clothes of both of them were shattered by the violent and primitive power. This doesn't look like a battle between super-grade overhauls, it's just like a gangster in the market.
With a "bang", Ding Xiaoyi punched Nan Qiaozi on the chin, but Nan Qiaozi punched Ding Xiaoyi on the chest.
The two fought back and forth for dozens of rounds, but there was still no winner. But Ding Xiaoyi became more and more courageous as he fought, like a violent cheetah.
Nan Qiaozi also had a strong and healthy aura, especially the shadow of the peerless giant ape behind him, which kept making roaring sounds.
The roar echoed through the entire arena, shaking everyone's eardrums to the point of bursts of pain. This is a hearty battle of strength, without any fancy moves, just the most primitive contest of strength.
Ding Xiaoyi did not use the Yin-Yang Samsara Eye, he did not release the sword intention, he just relied on the most primitive strength of his body to fight Nan Qiaozi.
Although the scene was rough and wild, it was as dangerous as any battle in his life.
Nan Qiaozi's brute strength has reached its peak. The ultimate level of strength is the beginning of Tao.
"Boom...", the two figures suddenly separated again, and a trace of bright red blood overflowed from the corners of Ding Xiaoyi and Nan Qiaozi's mouths.
The fighting spirit in their eyes became more and more intense... The strong fighting spirit turned into a raging fire. The two of them had no words. Only the hearty fighting could represent their determination at this time. .
"If you don't fight, I can't beat you." Nan Qiaozi couldn't win after a long battle. He couldn't help but swayed and jumped out of the battle circle.
He said to Ding Xiaoyi quietly, and Ding Xiaoyi was also stunned, but he did not expect that the red-faced old man would be so straightforward.
"I didn't expect that your physical strength is not bad. I am a cultivator, but you haven't even used half of your own strength. If you don't fight, I will lose." Nan Qiaozi waved his hand to Ding Xiaoyi, and then decisively admitted that he Skills are not as good as people.
"Thank you for your permission, senior." Ding Xiaoyi was slightly startled, and then he bowed his hands to the other party and said.
Although Nan Qiaozi disliked him, he was not that annoying. On the contrary, he was straightforward and admitted his defeat openly, which made Ding Xiaoyi feel good about him.
"Who else?"... Ding Xiaoyi shouted loudly as he watched Nan Qiaozi leave the arena.
