"Ye Wudao, you're seeking death!" Li Fei was furiously enraged as he swung the Zhanpo Blade, slashing viciously towards Ye Wudao.
Swish!
A terrifying blade aura assaulted Ye Wudao, and combined with Li Fei's own strength, this strike held the power of an eighth-rank Martial Champion.
"Holy shit, that slash from Li Fei is too strong!"
"A contender like him not winning the championship would be an affront to all that's right in the world!" Many competitors discussed animatedly.
"I was wise to drop out of the championship, even if I managed to catch that slash, it would've crippled me!" Even Lei Yun, who finished third in the competition, had a bitter smile at this moment.
"Dragon Collapse Palm!" Ye Wudao countered with a single palm.
"Holy fuck, has he gone mad?"
"He's actually trying to catch it bare-handed!"
Bang!
A loud boom sounded, and Ye Wudao staggered backward, but he was unharmed.
Hiss!
The entire venue was shocked!
"My God, he actually caught it!"
