C133 (1/2)

People who cultivated the system liked and hated people the most.

They did not cultivate anything else, but specifically tempered their own bodies and strengthened their own strength. This kind of person had extremely high reactions to close combat attacks, and because of their strong defensive power, they were not afraid of normal attacks, and could use their terrifying power that could shatter mountains and shatter rocks.

They were able to rapidly gather all the strength in their bodies. If this were the case, then the storm-like attack would send them into melee combat, and they wouldn't be far from being defeated.

For example, Behemoths could be called the elites of land battles. They were the ones who were invincible in land battles, and no matter how strong they were, no matter if they could destroy a continent with a single punch, they would still be unable to fly.

Body cultivators also had their own fatal weakness. They didn't have any long-range attacks, and since they couldn't fly, their combat environment was greatly restricted.

However, this tiger's luck was quite good. The battlefield with Tian Rong was just the sealed part of the tower, and the area was rather narrow, suitable for close combat.

The whip kick landed on Tian Rong's body. With 30% of the tiger's strength and the added strength from his legs, Tian Rong was able to withstand 40% of the tiger's strength, and his weak waist.

Tian Rong was kicked away.

However, the speed in the air was still the same as before. His body stabilized, and he almost crashed into the room.

With a cold expression, Tian Rong used his claws to wipe the wound at the corner of his mouth. It was nothing, just a minor wound. But, he was about to use his ultimate move.

Tianrong had already comprehended to the depths of strengthening, allowing him to increase his physical defense by eight times. Although he was still unable to reach mastery and could last for more than two hours, it was still enough for him to fight for the time it takes to burn an incense stick of time.

The atmosphere was eerily quiet. The tiger was also doing its best to absorb the surrounding spiritual energy in order to recover its body and replenish the energy it had consumed during the battle.

The battle was about to begin.

However, the door that was attacked also opened, and a person walked out. His body was covered in surging demonic qi, as if he had been possessed by a devil; his murderous aura was uncontrollable, as if he had turned into a demon of slaughter. However, his cultivation base was one step higher than yesterday's five Layered Heavens — — Six Layered Heavens.

After that, his strength suddenly skyrocketed. Seven Layered Heavens, eight Layered Heavens, nine Layered Heavens, all the way to the great watershed between his spirit power and the road realm.

All the spiritual energy in his body had been converted into demonic energy. At this moment, Li Shaoqing was already in the road.

He revealed a devilish and evil smile. It was the feeling of bloodthirst.

Fast as lightning, battling like a madman.

He ignored his own defense and attacked with all his demon qi.

Splitting Mountain Fist!

Tiger sensed danger, even more so than the one Tian Rong brought him. Tiger used his peerless skill of watching people fight. The Mountain Breaking Fist, Mountain Breaking Fist, and Mountain Breaking Fist. They were both extremely powerful. And now, it was unleashed with the full might of a tiger.

The power of the punch was extremely terrifying. A single punch could break ten punches, but the tiger could still use that strength to its utmost.

If this punch were to land on the body of a vicious beast, the demonic beast on the road would probably be killed in one blow as well.

However, the current Li Shaoqing was so unfamiliar to Tian Rong. He only felt a bloodthirsty light and an interest in slaughter. He was not only ruthless to others, he was also ruthless to himself. In other words, he had already become a killing machine.

The devilish qi wrapped Li Shaoqing's body. The devilish qi in his dantian poured into his right palm. The power of the hand blade was like splitting a mountain and chopping rocks. It chopped down towards the tiger's head.

The Mountain Crossing Fist struck his chest. The iron fist that was as heavy as the shadow of a golden dragon and contained a force of ten thousand Jin, it was very, very powerful.

Li Shaoqing spat out a mouthful of blood essence as if the blood essence represented all the energy in his body, but he did not give up. The blade in his hand flashed like a lightning hawk and the tiger was unable to dodge in time.

Blood gushed out like a blood fiend from hell. The disgusting thing in his brain was faintly discernible. Even his eyes changed. It was as if he had come from hell, and he began to mutter with a sigh.