In an instant, the entire world seemed to be distorted by this force, becoming illusory and distorted.
The moment Zhang Ruochen's figure touched the spatial cage, his speed suddenly slowed down, as if he was bound by an invisible force.
Zhang Ruochen suddenly stopped, his body was forced to a stop by the power of the layers of space, as if he was firmly locked by invisible shackles.
At this moment, he was less than five meters away from Hun Wuxu, so close that he could almost feel the faint aura emanating from the other party. The tip of his spear trembled slightly in the air, almost touching the corner of Hun Wuxu's clothes.
However, he found that he could no longer move at all.
A deep despair and unwillingness spread in his heart. He knew that he was now under the absolute control of Hun Wuxu, and his life and death depended only on the other person's thoughts. However, he did not want to give in just like that.
, he still has to fight, and he still has to fight for the faith and glory in his heart!
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly roared, and the voice was filled with endless anger and power. He held the spear in his hand and swiped it violently, as if to destroy all the power of space that restrained him.
boom!
Suddenly, there was a violent tremor in the surrounding space, as if it was struck by a powerful force. Cracks began to appear in those originally solid spaces, and small cracks spread like spider webs.
Hun Wuxu looked at Zhang Ruochen quietly. There was no trace of panic or nervousness in his eyes, but a touch of ridicule and pity. He showed no sign of taking action, as if he was watching a trapped beast.
Struggling in despair.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly jumped up, and his figure drew a beautiful arc in the air. He held a long spear and smashed it down at Hun Wuxu from top to bottom, as if he wanted to drain all the anger away.
and unwillingness were poured into this blow.
However, facing Zhang Ruochen's desperate blow, Hun Wuxu seemed extremely calm. He did not dodge, nor was he afraid at all. He just curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth and let Zhang Ruochen's shot hit fiercely with the roar of the wind.
The ground hit him.
Under the focus of everyone's attention, Zhang Ruochen's shot was like a meteor accidentally knocked over by the gods, with a bright trail and endless sounds of wind and thunder, with a "I will hit, you will fall"
"With his arrogant gesture, he struck straight at Hun Wuxu's seemingly ordinary head that seemed to be hiding countless secrets.
boom!
This loud noise was like someone suddenly farting in a quiet library, but this "fart" was powerful enough to shake mountains and rivers.
The surrounding space seemed to be completely detonated at this moment. The violent tremors made everyone present feel the anger of nature. Even the air trembled, as if to say: "Hey, you guys are fighting, don't kill me."
This old house has been demolished!"
However, what was shocking and a bit joking was that nothing happened to Hun Wuxu. He was still standing there with his hands folded on his chest and a "Come on, come on, see if you can"
"What will you do to me?" He gave a shaky smile, as if not even a breath of wind had blown through him. It was more like saying: "Young man, with your shooting skills, I'm afraid you won't even be able to kill the watchdog at my door."
On the contrary, the moment Zhang Ruochen's spear came into contact with Hun Wuxu, it seemed as if it had hit an invisible wall made of countless complaints and taunts, and was directly bounced away. The posture and arc were like jumping.
A failed ballet, elegant yet somewhat embarrassing.
The spear drew a long arc in the air, with a bit of unwillingness and helplessness, and finally fell heavily to the ground, making a deafening sound, as if to say: "I tried my best, really, I will not bear this responsibility."
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And Zhang Ruochen also trembled violently because of the backlash of this blow, and a gash opened in the tiger's mouth. Blood gushes out happily like a liberated river, staining his palms red. The scene looks like him no matter how you look at it.
He had just experienced a failed cooking show, but this time the "cooking" ingredient became himself.
Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone in the venue darkened, as if dark clouds were pressing over the top, and the atmosphere was so dull that it could make water boil. They looked at each other with shock and confusion in their eyes, as if they suddenly saw the eighth largest city in the world.
It's a miracle, but I can't believe my eyes.
"This... who is this?" They couldn't help but ask this question in their hearts, with a slight tremor in their voices, as if they were frightened by the residual power of Zhang Ruochen's blow.
You know, even veterans like them, who have been in the arena for many years, were frightened by the power of Zhang Ruochen's blow, as if it was a wild horse that could run wild, enough to smash all obstacles in its way.
However, Hun Wuxu was like a hermit strolling in the courtyard, easily resisting the blow. His figure was as steady as a mountain, and there was even a faint smile on his face, as if to say
: "Oh? Is this your full blow? It's nothing more than that."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were also full of disbelief. He widened his eyes, as if he wanted to pop his eyes out, staring at Hun Wuxu. There was both shock and unwillingness in his eyes, like a man who was taking the imperial examination with full confidence.
The scholar who was taking the exam found that his test paper was marked with a big "X".
He stared intently at Hun Wuxu, as if he wanted to engrave the opponent's figure deeply in his mind so that he could relive this "incredible showdown" over and over again in the future.
He thought to himself: "When did this soulless soul become so powerful? Is he really a hidden master? Or is it that I, Zhang Ruochen, have been living like a dog all these years?"
He couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes. Hun Wuxu, whom he once regarded as a powerful enemy, could withstand his full blow so easily.
It felt like an adventurer opening a treasure box with great expectations, only to find that the treasure box contained a pile of scrap metal. The feeling of loss and helplessness suddenly surged into his heart, giving him the urge to beat his chest.
How is that possible? Zhang Ruochen kept repeating these words in his heart as if he was being hammered. His heart was like a surging river, filled with waves of unwillingness and fog of confusion.
He has obviously mobilized all his strength, every muscle is roaring, and every nerve is tense. Why is he still like a fly shaking a tree, unable to shake the seemingly easy but indestructible mountain of Hun Wuxu?
The venue fell into a deathly silence, and even the wind seemed to be frightened by the heavy atmosphere and hid, not even daring to take a breath.
The geniuses of the Demon Suppressing Mansion on the battlefield, those usually high-spirited and arrogant guys, were all silent at this moment.