While fine bronze armaments could transcend levels of cultivation and negate the suppressive principle to some degree, the full capability of an ability that traded blood and sweat to accumulate its power was nothing to be looked down upon.
Zhuan Zemin chuckled at what he took for Tu Lingxi's naïveté. He would cut off the leg coming toward him, then crush her skull and finish the match.
He turned serious as he sent down the most powerful attack in his life.
At the moment when his chop and the kick were only inches apart …
Tsum!
Lingxi vanished from his sight. His chop struck empty air, the force tearing through it with a roar. Then—
Splatter!
Pain erupted in his back.
The impact blasted his viscera and ribs out of his chest.
Boom!
The force carried through and drove Zhuan Zemin against the floor, splashing blood across the stage.
