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As the smoke and dust cleared, Luo Tian remained completely still.

Yang Tianxiong took three steps back.

He looked down at his fists, his expression grave.

He used 70% of his strength in that punch.

But Luo Tian caught it with ease and even gained the upper hand.

"What level of cultivation... exactly are you at?"

Yang Tianxiong asked in a deep voice.

Luo Tian smiled faintly:

"you guess."

Yang Tianxiong's face darkened, and he stopped talking nonsense.

With a flash, he charged forward again.

This time, he held nothing back.

With both fists out, the shadows of fists covered the sky and the earth, smashing towards Luo Tian like a torrential rain.

Each punch carried earth-shattering power.

The lake surface was riddled with holes by the force of the punch, and water splashed everywhere.

Luo Tian neither dodged nor avoided, his hands flying as he caught them one by one.

The two figures intersected in the air, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The sounds of fists and palms striking each other were continuous, like firecrackers exploding.

Each collision unleashes a terrifying shockwave.

The lake was churned up, with towering waves.

The crowd on the shore stared in disbelief.

"This...this is a battle between Martial Arts Masters?"

"That was terrifying! I felt the ground shaking!"

"Luo Tian and Yang Tianxiong are evenly matched?"

"No, look closely, Luo Tian seems to be doing better!"

Someone with sharp eyes noticed something amiss.

Yang Tianxiong's punches were fierce, each one delivered with all his might.

But Luo Tian handled it with ease, even having the energy to observe his surroundings.

"How is that possible? He's only in his twenties!"

"Is he even stronger than Yang Tianxiong?"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Amidst the discussions, the aerial battle grew increasingly fierce.

Yang Tianxiong grew increasingly impatient as he failed to break through Yang's defenses.

He suddenly roared and threw out both fists with all his might.

"Mountain-Shaking Fist!"

With a single punch, the force of the fist condensed into a massive fist shadow, crashing down on Luo Tian like a mountain.

Wherever the fist passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

It was the Yang family that spent 4 billion to acquire the Heaven-level martial arts technique at the auction!

Luo Tian looked at the fist shadow and a strange smile appeared on his lips.

"Use the martial arts techniques I auctioned to attack me?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"This is like showing off one's skills in front of Guan Yu; it's an overestimation of one's abilities."

Yang Tianxiong's pupils suddenly contracted:

"What did you say? You auctioned off this martial arts technique?"

Luo Tian did not answer.

He simply extended a finger and tapped it lightly.

A finger strike shot out, hitting the center of the fist shadow.

"Snap!"

A crack appeared on the fist shadow, and then spread rapidly.

"boom!"

The entire fist shadow shattered with a roar, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into nothingness.

Yang Tianxiong's attack was thwarted by a single finger.

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence...

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"One...one finger?"

"A full-force attack from a Heaven-level martial art was broken by a single finger?"

Am I seeing things?

Yang Tianxiong was also stunned.

He stared blankly at Luo Tian, ​​only one thought in his mind:

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Forty billion...spending forty billion to buy the enemy's own martial arts techniques..."

Yang Tianxiong muttered to himself, his face growing increasingly grim.

Suddenly, his body shuddered, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Blood was spilled on the lake, turning it a deep crimson.

"Forty billion...forty billion..."

Yang Tianxiong murmured repeatedly, his eyes filled with humiliation.

The Yang family's savings were swindled away by Luo Tian.

He himself even used the martial arts techniques written by Luo Tian to attack his opponent.

Isn't this like throwing money away and risking your life?

"Don't rush to vomit blood, it's no fun if you die of anger."

Luo Tian said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of mockery:

"I only used half my strength, and you're already this tired?"

50% power!!!

The entire audience erupted in uproar...

"What did he say? Fifty percent of his strength?"

"He fought to a standstill against a Martial Arts Master, using only half his strength?"

"Then how strong must his full strength be?"

Yang Tianxiong's face was ashen, and his eyes were unpredictable.

Fifty percent of his strength... Is this kid humiliating him, or...?

"How arrogant!"

Yang Tianxiong roared, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:

"I'll show you what the true power of a Martial Arts Master is!"

He took a deep breath, formed a hand seal, and shouted:

"Please bring me the family heirloom sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blinding beam of light shot into the sky from the direction of the Yang family's ancestral home.

Immediately afterwards, a crisp clang of a blade resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

A long, jet-black sword flew in from afar.

It pierced the sky, leaving a long trail of flame.

The blade is engraved with ancient patterns, exuding a chilling killing intent.

This knife actually has a spirit!

"That's... a magical artifact?"

"The Yang family's heirloom sword! It's said to possess a spirit!"

"Legend has it that this sword was left behind by the Yang family ancestor, and only a martial arts master can wield it!"

"Yang Tianxiong is getting serious now!"

Someone in the crowd recognized the knife and exclaimed in surprise.

Yang Tianxiong reached out and grabbed, the precious sword paused in mid-air, then transformed into a streak of black light and fell into his hand.

The blade trembled slightly, emitting a buzzing sound, as if it were cheering.

"Luo Tian, ​​to die by the ancestral sword of my Yang family is your greatest honor!"

Yang Tianxiong gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, his aura surging.

Her robes fluttered without wind, and her long hair danced wildly.

A terrifying sword intent erupted from his body and spread outwards.

The lake surface was compressed by the force of the blade, creating a huge arc.

The crowd on the shore retreated, their faces turning pale.

"Such powerful sword intent! Is this the power of a spiritual weapon?"

"Even from this distance, it feels like my skin is being cut by a knife!"

"Luo Tian is in danger!"

Luo Tian looked at the knife, his eyes lighting up slightly.

"Interesting, it actually has a spirit."

He murmured to himself, his tone carrying a hint of appreciation, but nothing more!

Yang Tianxiong raised the knife with both hands, and the blade gleamed with a strong black light.

"The Yang Family's Ultimate Skill—Severing Rivers!"

He gathered his strength and cleaved down with a powerful strike.

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, tearing through the void.

A black blade of light, hundreds of feet long, descended from the sky and slashed towards Luo Tian.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a piercing shriek accompanied by high-frequency vibrations.

The lake was cleaved in two by the blade's edge!

The lake water on both sides surged high, revealing the dried-up lakebed.

"Boom!"

Before the blade even landed, the ground had already begun to crack.

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust filled the air.

The crowd on the shore screamed in terror.

"Run!"

"That's terrifying! With this strike, Luo Tian is certain to die!"

"It's all over, all my bets are gone!"

Those who bet on Yang Tianxiong to win were almost ecstatic.

The power of this strike was simply earth-shattering!

No matter how strong Luo Tian is, he can't stop him!

"We won! We've got it in the bag!"

"Hahaha, Grandpa Yang is awesome!"

"Luo Tian is doomed!"

Cheers, screams, and gasps of amazement filled the air, echoing continuously.

In the sky, the blade's edge drew ever closer.

Luo Tian looked up at the blade of light, his eyes calm as still water.

A faint smile even appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad, you're finally starting to look like a master."

He spoke softly, then slowly raised one hand...

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