C102 First day of pre-selection (1/2)

With a loud roar, Meng Chong clenched his fist, and directly punched towards Wu Chen.

The power of this punch was extremely strong. As soon as it appeared, the surrounding air began to tremble violently. It was disturbed by a powerful force, causing sizzling sounds to ring out.

”This is Meng Chong's Berserk Demon Fist, it is extremely powerful and overbearing.”

”It's said that Meng Chong had once used the Berserk Demon Fist to forcefully tear a Demonic Beast that was almost at the level of third-rank to shreds. The scene is bloody and incomparably cruel.”

”If that's the case, then even if this fellow is truly from the expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage, he will still not be a match for Meng Chong.”

”That's hard to say. You'll only know after the competition.”

Seeing Meng Chong rush over with a fist in his hand, Wu Chen guessed that this person probably trained a type of martial skill that was related to the body, and such people usually had a lot of strength. Once they started fighting, they were like fierce tigers, unstoppable.

However, he was not the least bit moved. No matter how powerful the Martial Arts this kid cultivated was, it was impossible for it to compare with his own Imperishable Gilded Body Technique.

Smiling faintly, Wu Chen similarly clenched his fists and charged forward, not dodging at all as he took the initiative to meet Meng Chong head on.

”What a fool, he actually used his fist to fight Meng Chong head on.”

”Is there something wrong with this kid's brain?! Meng Chong's fists are tyrannical and fierce, under one punch, even if it's the body of a Demonic Beast, it wouldn't be able to take it. After being beaten to a pulp, this brat actually used his fists to clash with his.

”That's right. This time, even if he really is from the expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage, the chances of him winning are very slim.”

Seeing his actions, everyone shouted that he was stupid. Meng Chong was a madman, the strength of his fists were super strong, and ordinary people did not dare to fight against him. It was the same even for expert at the Ninth Empyrean of Spirit Rotation Stage.

”Hahaha, boy, you dare to fight against me? You are simply courting death.”

Meng Chong laughed out loud, the power of his fist was extremely tyrannical, one strike had destroyed everything, and very few people could withstand it.

Wu Chen smiled, and said indifferently: ”Very soon, you will change your opinion.”

Gripping his fist, Wu Chen punched out. Without dodging, he directly clashed with Meng Chong.

Bang!

The two fists finally collided together. At this moment, many people could not help but close their eyes, unwilling to see a tragedy happen. In their eyes, fighting Meng Chong was an act of pure suicide.

”Hahaha, boy, your arm is already crippled. I've won this fight.”

Meng Chong laughed out loud, his fist was extremely powerful, anyone who dared to fight against him directly, would meet a bad end.

”Is that so?”

Wu Chen sneered. Since this brat wanted to try the taste of his arm getting crippled, if he didn't, wouldn't that mean that he had let down this brat?

With a loud roar, a wave of golden energy erupted from his body and poured into his fist. The power of his fist instantly increased and shone with a golden light like the fist of a god of war, unstoppable.

Sensing this powerful force, Meng Chong's expression suddenly changed, and he said in shock: ”Your arm can still be used? How is that possible? ”