Seven Fist Seals, the fist manifestation of Human Great Dragon Power, contains a majestic and boundless Human Great Dragon Power.
Eight Fist Seals, Zhenwu Zhenmu’s fist manifests itself, containing a mighty power that sweeps away the demons.
Nine Fist Seals, a sad, angry and stirring boxing spirit rises up to the sky, as if given life and soul, containing infinite battle spirit!
These Three Fist Seals, all blasted in the sanctity of St. Jet.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Successive thumping sounds resounded through the air, and the violent The power of the Emperor was also stirring up, causing this space to tremble and become unstable.
St. Jet’s punch hit Jason’s body, and the terrifying The power of the Emperor impacted, causing the golden aura that bloomed from Jason’s own Grand Vajra Realm Physique to dim.
Jason’s figure flew out backwards, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Meanwhile, St. Jet’s side opened his mouth and grunted as Three Fist Seals blasted into him, sending him flying as well.
“Satan!”
Below the ring, Lilith couldn’t help but open her mouth and let out a soft whimper, and the slightest hint of anxiety and nervousness rose in those beautiful amber-colored eyes.
Old Mr. Miller not far from the side glanced at Lilith, a pair of old eyes slightly narrowed – there is a chance, this Lilith is so concerned about Jason, that’s a true love, turn back and then encourage Jason a few more words, maybe it will also be taken down.
Jason in the ring doesn’t really know that Old Mr. Miller has such thoughts at this point in time, and if he did, he’d have to yell at him for being beaten and spit out of the ring, but you still have the heart to think about these things?
Jason wiped off the blood at the corner of his mouth, the battle intent in his eyes still blazing like fire, it had to be said that after his Grand Vajra Realm Physique reached the High Realm realm, the defense enhancement brought about by it was indeed a huge boost. Coupled with the Physical Art of Unification’s Dragon Body Physique incorporated into it, making his current Physique so strong that even under a strike from a First Emperor Realm powerhouse, he was able to hold out and did not cause much injury.
St. Jet’s face was pale, and his own aura was slightly weakened, so it was evident that the Three Fist Seals that Jason had evolved had still caused him some injuries.
St. Jet stared closely at the dots of golden radiance blossoming out from Jason himself, his face was a shade of iron-clad ugliness, he didn’t expect Jason to have such a heaven-defying physical art to protect his body.
Otherwise, if it was any other Quasi-Emperor Realm powerhouse, that punch of his would have been enough to blow the opponent up. Even if they were physically stronger, let’s say a Titan people’s Quasi-Emperor Realm warrior, they would be seriously injured under that punch.
Jason although the corner of the mouth overflowed with blood, but their own blood is still flourishing like a dragon, the fighting spirit is not reduced, visible caused by the injury is not too heavy.
“Could it be, that’s where Satan’s bottom line is?”
St. Jet’s eyes narrowed slightly, but, the advantage of having such a powerful physical skill in a sparring match was too great, Jason was only a Quasi-Emperor Realm, but I’m afraid that the strength of his physical body was better than that of some First Emperor Realm powerhouses, and that included him as well.
Therefore, if we really want to drag the battle down, we really don’t know who will die.
“It has to be a quick battle, it can’t be delayed! Even if you are seriously injured, you must kill Satan!”
St. Jet’s eyes were red, and he had a strong and incomparable killing chance surging in himself.
He made up his mind to do whatever it took to end this battle in the fastest time possible, he couldn’t delay it, otherwise Jason’s side, relying on his supremely strong physique, would be able to drag him to his death.
“Kill!”
St. Jet’s murderous intent was strong, he drank coldly and activated Holy Night’s Silent Fist once again, a silent fist intent like the descent of Holy Night was revealed, a thick and boundless murderous intent spread out from the fist, killing Jason with a destructive and devastating aura.
Jason’s eyes flashed with a blazing fire-like battle intent, his own battle intent that tops the sky, like a giant towering over heaven and earth, stalwart and undaunted!
If we’re going to fight, let’s do it with a lot of heat!
St. Jet is indeed strong, especially an AgistEmperor Level Power that far surpasses those of Dark World.
But, the strength of his opponents doesn’t intimidate Jason, it only makes him more and more courageous.
Encountering the strong was the fighting style he had always come with.
The only way to keep breaking through oneself is to fight against stronger people.
Timid battle avoidance and fear of war is not the style of the current Dragon Head, he will only fight to the death!
“Piercing Punch!”
“Open Heaven Fist!”
Jason bellowed out, his own fist power radiant and up, two fist awns cut through the air, embedded with the monstrous fist intent manifested, rolling like a tide of the abyss of the power of the heavy attack as a dike like surging outbreaks, embedded with a wisp of The power of the Emperor is filled with the endless fist intent, with the galloping like thunder momentum bombarded to the St. Jet. St. Jet.
At this moment, Jason’s body blossomed with golden light, just like a golden god of war, and his attacking punches also erupted with bright golden light, just like a big sun rising from his punches.
Rumble!
The two men’s fists bombarded each other, and the force that erupted from their fists stirred the air with an amazing aura.
Jason was knocked back again, and the backlash from the majestic The power of the Emperor caused blood to spill from the corners of his mouth, and the golden aura of his Grand Vajra Realm Physique dimmed once again.
St. Jet’s side was also not easy, he was holding back a stream of blood from his heart, and his own breath had weakened some more, as he exploded with all his strength one after another, the consumption of his own The power of the Emperor was also extremely great.
But that’s not enough to kill Jason!
“Shit!”
St. Jet was a bit anxious, he grimaced and opened his mouth to shout angrily as he moved his body and attacked Jason once again.
“Holy Night Juggernaut!”
St. Jet bellowed out, evolving the strongest strike from Holy Night’s Silent Fist, and his own The power of the Emperor surged up again, attacking Jason with an unstoppable might.
“I have a I have a fist to suppress the devil in the sky!”
Jason shouted angrily into the air, evolving the eighth punch style from Heaven Fist.
The void shook when the fist was launched.
When the fist intent was manifested, the entire void was as if it had been collapsed, and a magnificent fist intent was taking shape through the sky and through the earth, and a Sunling Bloodline rushed to the sky, and a majestic Emperor Brewer’s silhouette was woven vaguely into the void, containing a powerful might to remove the group of devils!
“This punch …”
Seeing Jason evolve such supreme punching intent, the faces of those Agist powerhouses below the ring arena who were watching the battle could hardly maintain their composure, and each of them had a shocked look on their faces.
It’s too strong!
A fist Dao that evolved such a fist intent would only be no less powerful than the Ultimate Fist Dao in these Agist.
At this moment, the fist power evolved by Jason carried a vast and boundless might to kill, and the fist power attacked by St. Jet bombarded and entangled with each other, and a shocking sound of fist power exchanged was erupted.
Rumble!
After the sound of the roaring vibration, it was actually seen that the two figures were instantly separated, Jason coughed up blood continuously, and his own dots of golden aura were also brightly extinguished continuously.
St. Jet’s figure was also retreating, staggering back four or five steps he forced himself to stand still, but the mouthful of blood that was forced down his throat could no longer be held back, so he opened his mouth and spat it out.
St. Jet was also injured, and that injury was no less severe than Jason’s.