The intense duel on the field came to an abrupt halt!
Everyone stood up, hardly anyone had seen what really happened in that moment, and the killing intent was already apparent on Shitian's face.
His Chinese was very fluent, as he bared his teeth and said, "Kid, you're done for, die!"
Ah Yi's face turned beet red, feeling a numbness in his neck, unable to move his body, while Shitian's fist rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.
"Brother Feng!" Ah Yi finally managed to cry out, feeling a sudden scorching heat in his hands as if they were being burned by fire.
At that moment, a miracle occurred.
The steel needle in his neck was forced out by his shout.
Then, he felt his strength surge once again, along with his speed and agility becoming incomparable to before.
Shitian's fist was already in front of him, as Ah Yi swung his own fist in a blow, clearly feeling a terrifying power in his body wanting to crush his opponent.
