Wang Yi Wu sprinted with wide strides, against the crazily pulsating repulsive force from Zhongxuan Sheng, his steps becoming faster and faster.
Thump thump thump!
Every step he stamped on the ground produced a deep, muffled sound. This indicated that in his confrontation with Zhongxuan Sheng, he could no longer fully control his strength.
He was constantly releasing himself, constantly unleashing a stronger version of himself.
Against the fourteen frenzied slashes, he countered with hundreds, thousands of charged punches.
Blood qi enveloped his fists, twisting around them like spiritual beings.
His steps were resolute, beginning to push back both the fourteen and Zhongxuan Sheng.
No self, no victory.
Invincibility knows no self.
His might split the rivers and mountains, his killing intent swirled like a tornado.
The No Self Killing Fist!
"Is this all you've got?"
