C23 strike (2/2)

”Hehe …” ”Interesting,” Yang Lie laughed.

”This waste can cultivate now?” A cold light flashed across Luo Xinghe's eyes.

Luo Long opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

Luo Yu had cultivated the Body Metamorphosis Scripture for six years, forget about the internal strength's cultivation, even the physical strength of his body was more than a thousand kilograms worth of postnatal triple.

”Humph!” Luo Long coldly snorted as the internal strength erupted out of his veins and veins. With a sudden twist, the sword struggled free from Luo Yu's hand.

”It's just brute force. Watch my move!”

After Luo Long took out his sword, he raised it up high and a cold light flashed from the tip of the sword towards Luo Yu's head.

”Who's going to win with the Fallen Flower Nine Style, Luo Yu, I want to see if you still dare to take it head-on!” Luo Long roared. His sword skills were the same as Qing'er's.

Luo Yu's eyes flashed, the moment Luo Long appeared, he released his killing intent, the sword carried killing intent, which was not just a competition, Luo Long's killing intent was stirred up by him, all the internal strength in his body converged onto his right fist, forming a layer of skin on his fist.

”Falling Rock Fist...”

His heart roared as he punched out with all his might, causing the air to howl as he smashed it straight towards Luo Long's Long Sword.

Buzz buzz …

A buzzing sound came from Luo Long's Long Sword, it was like a wail, only feeling a huge force coming from the Long Sword, causing Luo Long's hands to crack like tigers, and his arms to go numb.

Clang! The Long Sword fell to the ground again.

”Hua …”

”That's the Falling Rock Fist! The surface of the fist had a stone membrane, but he actually managed to cultivate perfect state! ”

Some of the people below the stage who were cultivating the Falling Rock Fist shouted out in shock.

When he reached the highest perfection stage, a layer of skin would form on his fists. Normal common order swords were hard to injure, and its power was enough to shatter gold and shatter stones.

However, how difficult was it to cultivate the Martial Skill to the Perfection Stage? Even the lowest level Yellow Rank Martial Skill would require a large amount of time to hone it.

”What?” It's actually the Martial Skill of the perfect state! ”

”Isn't he waste? How can one cultivate the Martial Skill to the perfect state!? ”

The crowd below burst into an uproar. Since when did Luo Yu, who had carried the name of the waste for so many years, become so terrifying?

”Perfect Falling Rock Fist?” Luo Xingchen's eyes flashed with doubt and shock, when did Yu'er actually start training in the Martial Skill?

Yang Lie and Nangong Hao were in a state of disbelief. Had this youth really started to cultivate just three months ago? If that was the case, then this level of talent was too heaven-defying.

Luo Xinghe's heart was overturned. Since when did this little devil suffer so much …

Luo Hua also could not believe that the waste he had been bullying before had such strength, but? Hmph hmph, he still doesn't have the qualifications to argue with me.

Qing'er looked at the young man who stood with his hands behind his back, and a trace of tears flashed past his eyes. You, who have been ignored by your family for so many years, who have been looked down upon by countless others, have finally stopped enduring?

”You waste …” Luo Long's eyes, which were filled with blood, were filled with hatred.

”Hehe, isn't it very disappointing to be beaten by the person you look down the most on? I've said it before, you're willing to be someone else's dog and bite him, so you must be prepared to be beaten until your teeth fall off!”

Luo Yu finished speaking, and his legs trembled as he shot towards Luo Long like a human cannonball, his speed was even faster than the speed of sharp arrow s. Seeing Luo Yu charging towards him with his majestic aura, Luo Long retreated, but with a trace of regret in his heart, he thought about why he should be the first to take the lead, but his self-esteem did not allow him to retreat, and he could only bite the bullet to go meet Luo Yu's punch head on.

Ka-cha! *

Ah …

A crisp sound came out, followed by a heart-wrenching wail. Luo Long spat out a mouthful of blood as he flew out martial stage, his right hand dragging powerlessly.

”Hiss …” The spectators below the stage all felt a chill in their hearts when they saw Luo Long, who had vomited blood and fallen to the ground. Was the youth on the stage really the waste of his clan?