Anton Spielmann maintained his composure, even if the old man in front of him was most likely the legendary figure, so what?
He is backed by a holy land.
However, Anton Spielmann also knew that he was in the wrong, and he slowly said, “Old Mr. Miller, it was not me, Heavenly Holy Land, who attacked your grandson, was it?”
“Miss Stokes said, that is what Kotothe Jiang family martial artists. the Jiang family is not behind you Heavenly Holy Land is backing?” Old Mr. Miller said in a cold voice.
“If it has nothing to do with Heavenly Holy Land, why do you people from the Holy Land want to interfere when I intervene to stop them? Do you have to stop me?” Marcel, who was on the side, spoke directly.
Timo Franz, who had not spoken, raised his indifferent eyes and stared at Marcel, saying, “Gu Yao Ben don’t talk nonsense, beware that trouble comes out of your mouth. Otherwise if in this Oakshire unexplained death, only afraid Provadanski will have to lose a future heavenly pride disciple.”
The threatening meaning that comes from these words speaks for itself.
This time there is no Heritage Master Stage powerhouse in Provadanski to follow, so if Heavenly Holy Land really wants to tear up with Provadanski, I’m afraid Marcel will be in a bad way.
Marcel, who was beside him, blushed and said, “Timo Franz are you threatening me Provadanski?”
“Hondo is just stating a fact.” Timo Franz said in an arrogant tone.
Blah blah blah! Blah blah blah!
Old Mr. Miller took two puffs of his dry cigarette and squinted his old eyes, “Heavenly Holy Land is really something, when did it become so powerful? It seems that I have been away for so long that I don’t even know the current situation in Hyacinth. Let me have a sip of wine first.”
With that, Old Mr. Miller really took out a small wine jug and poured a sip of wine towards the inside of his mouth.
“The two Heritage Master Stage guys are sitting in the dark and letting the guys below them surround and kill my grandson. And to say that it was a misunderstanding, Provadanski’s little guy said a big truth and you guys let loose with threats? Well, well, that’s great!” Old Mr. Miller grinned, narrowing his eyes as he continued, “Do you really think I’m old enough to bully my way to the top? Do you really think I can’t afford to kill people because I’m old?”
“Then try, if I am old!”
“Then try, who in Hyacinth can fight?”
“Then you might as well try it out, just to see if you two can put up a fight in front of me!”
Old Mr. Miller broke off three times and also stepped forward, approaching with every step.
Anton Spielmann’s face changed and he reached out and backed Louis Neumann up, then he said in a deep voice, “Old Mr. Miller, there is something we can sit down and talk about. What do you mean by this? Want to make enemies with me Heavenly Holy Land? Even if Old Mr. Miller is famous, Heavenly Holy Land is not afraid of you!
“It’s useless to bring out Heavenly Holy Land! I’ve never had to look at other people’s faces in my life. Grudges are just a matter of a fist! You are hiding behind the curtain, and you want to kill my grandson with a stinky face, so let’s see whose fist is hard!”
Old Mr. Miller opened his mouth, this moment his own aura abruptly changed, the whole person seems to condense a great momentum of heaven and earth, making his seemingly hunched figure like a divine mountain rising up from the ground, wanting to compare with the sky high!
“Old man, do you really think we’re afraid of you? Do you really think you’re still the Lewis Miller of your day?”
Timo Franz coldly shouted out, his own Heritage Master Stage pressure breath completely erupted, the terrifying Heritage Master Stage pressure is like an abyss presented, like a black hole, unfathomable, shocking people.
In the field, many people were unsteady under the sweep of this Heritage Master Stage pressure.
Some ordinary Hyacinth disciples even fell to the ground directly, only to feel a surge of Qi and blood in their bodies, and their entire bodies felt like they were going to explode and die.
“Then let’s try how much weight you still have in your old age!”
Anton Spielmann also shouted coldly, his own ancient martial arts aura rose up, his strength has reached the peak of Heritage Master Stage, the ancient martial arts pressure is boundless, as if endless, wrapped in ten thousand mountains of Qi crushed to.
Jason’s face changed abruptly, the two Heritage Master Stage powerhouse pressure manifested, he felt himself standing a certain distance away were carrying an endless heavy pressure.
He calculated in his mind, if this level of power hit with full force, he could not receive a single move!
Old Mr. Miller himself is still not the slightest breath manifested, still looks ordinary ordinary, but he coldly snorted: “with their own pressure to force people, a great prestige.”
The words just fell, this venue seems to have a supreme power enveloped to, immediately the people in the field have felt themselves suddenly relaxed, originally suffered from the Heritage Master Stage strong pressure that instantly disappeared.
“Strike!”
Anton Spielmann bellowed as he moved and sprinted towards Old Mr. Miller.
At the same time, Timo Franz also moved out, his Heritage Master Stage level Latent Energy power swept madly, after a lightning dash forward, he fist momentum, a fist shadow rose up in the sky, in which a strong fist power overwhelmingly crushed to the sea.
Anton Spielmann’s eyes were filled with murderous energy, he gathered his strongest strength and exploded his strongest fist killing move, a fist that was made of Latent Energy was like a sharp sword and pointed directly at Old Mr. Miller’s heart!
The full force of a Heritage Master Stage powerhouse is not trivial, and has reached the point where Latent Energy is released to hurt people through the air.
But Anton Spielmann and Timo Franz’s strikes, the terrifying power of the fist seems to be an invisible force to isolate, did not affect the people in the field.
Otherwise, if these two Heritage Master Stage powerhouses are allowed to strike with all their might, some of the Hyacinth people who are close to the field will definitely be affected and will be seriously injured if not killed.
“Latent Energy transforming into astral force! This is the unique power of a Heritage Master Stage powerhouse, and the power of Latent Energy can transform into astral energy, cracking gold and stone!”
Marcel couldn’t help but speak up.
“The power of the Fist Gang? I can feel it, it’s indeed terrifying!” Jason nodded his head.
“Grandpa Miller is he going to be okay?” Kay was a little worried.
Darcey smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Old Mr. Miller will be fine. there may be others in Hyacinth who can compete with Old Mr. Miller. But never these two.”
“Jason, stare wide-eyed and see what is true fist intent! What is the real great momentum! A martial artist is a man of momentum! Without your own momentum, how can you be proud of the world? How can one punch crush all the masters?”
Old Mr. Miller’s voice came, then he held a dry tobacco stick in his left hand and launched a fist forward with his right hand.
A fist came out, but it turned into six residual shadows, or six broken surfaces.
These six sections seem to be in continuous reincarnation, each section contains a magnificent vastness of fist intent pointing to the sky, the inner fist intent seems to be different, a section of the fist intent as the rumbling of the heavenly dao, deafening; a section of the fist intent like a hundred states on earth, the evolution of the red earth; a section of the fist intent seems to have evil ghosts wailing, endless hell… …
Samsara Fist!
This is the true meaning of Samsara Fist!
The six paths of reincarnation refer to the heavenly path, the human path, the animal path, the asura path, the hungry ghost path, and the hell path.
The punching intent of this punch is the evolution of these six paths, reincarnated in the punching intent, transformed into six broken shadows, thus suppressing the killing moves of the two Heritage Master Stage powerhouses!
Rumble!
A booming and violent sound resounded, and the terrifying fist energy swept in all directions, but was always confined to a certain range, and did not hurt innocent people around.
Old Mr. Miller’s six fist intent broken face, Anton Spielmann like a giant sword like fist power layer by layer broken, the collapse of the fist power in pieces.
As for Timo Franz, the layers of fist shadows evolved under the crush of the six fist intent, have also been like the annihilation of the bubble, all worn out and killed.
“Mmm!”
Accompanied by two muffled grunts, only to see the two figures backwards, a full seven or eight meters away.
It was none other than Anton Spielmann and Timo Franz.
I saw Anton Spielmann’s face was white, gasping for breath, and his body was slightly shaking.
As for Timo Franz, he was ultimately a little less powerful, fiercely opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood.
One punch to knock back two Martial Ancestors!
The whole room was dead silent, and the audience was shocked.