C12 (2/2)

Facing such an attack, Jun Ling did not panic. In front of all the stunned gazes, Jun Ling actually went forward to meet it, his right hand grabbed onto Jun Wulin's fist and pulled on it, causing his figure to quickly dodge. Just as Jun Wulin was about to turn around after throwing a punch, Jun Ling actually appeared behind him.

So fast!

Jun Wulin was shocked in his heart. He realized that he had really underestimated him. Furthermore, with the combination of those mysterious footsteps, Jun Wulin was unable to catch a glimpse of Jun Ling's body.

Gritting his teeth, Jun Wulin's body suddenly turned around, and his fists suddenly filled with Elemental energy fluctuations, the tip of his feet touched the ground as he leaped, his fists smashing down like a giant boulder that descended to the world, the momentum was truly quite tricky.

Feeling the power of the fists, Jun Ling was not the least bit nervous. He retreated backwards, and then stopped for a moment, before fiercely stomping on the ground and shooting forward. His two fists instantly transformed into numerous afterimages, which were extremely ethereal and unpredictable.

”Cloud Boxing Art!”

Jun Feng looked at Jun Ling in shock. He could not be more familiar with the fist technique, the Cloud Boxing technique was given to Jun Ling by him back then, but because of body reason, he had never cultivated it before.

Many of the people present were shocked, they did not expect Jun Ling to be so tyrannical.

Seeing this, Jun Feng's eyes became even brighter. Jun Ling had actually cleverly combined the Myriad Manifestation Fist and the Cloud Boxing, even the ethereal Cloud Boxing had the speed and strength of the Myriad Manifestation Fist!

Without waiting for Jun Wulin's fists to fall, Jun Ling's figure strangely appeared in front of him. Then, under Jun Wulin's shocked gaze, several fist silhouettes landed on his chest. The two fists looked weak and weak, but in reality, it was as if there were several fist silhouettes hitting his body.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a groan, Jun Wulin's body dropped down like a cannonball, heavily smashing a hole in the stage, he felt as though his entire body was being smashed by a huge boulder, he spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, and lost the strength to stand up again.

Defeat, he had actually lost! The trash from eleven years ago had disappeared, and it was as if he had already seen Jun Wanqing's ice-cold eyes and gaze of disdain.