Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul

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 stopped suddenly, 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 him. 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 doesn't want to just give in, he still wants to fight, and he still wants to fight for the faith and glory in his heart!

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly roared, his voice 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!

There was a violent tremor in the surrounding space, as if being struck by a powerful force. Those originally solid spaces began to crack, and tiny 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 hint 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 the spear in his hand and struck Hun Wuxu hard from top to bottom, as if he wanted to pour all his anger and unwillingness into this blow.

However, facing Zhang Ruochen's desperate blow, Hun Wuxu seemed unusually calm. He did not dodge, nor did he show the slightest fear. He just curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth and let Zhang Ruochen's gun hit him hard with the sound of the whistling wind.

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 an 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 sly 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 can't even kill the watchdog at my door."

On the contrary, the moment Zhang Ruochen's spear came into contact with Hun Wuxu, it was 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." "

Zhang Ruochen's arms trembled violently due to the backlash of this blow, and a gash opened in the tiger's mouth. Blood gushes out happily like a liberated river, dyeing 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 expressions of everyone in the venue darkened, as if dark clouds were looming over them, and the atmosphere was so dull that it could make water boil. They looked at each other, with shock and confusion mixed in their eyes, as if they had suddenly seen the eighth wonder of the world, but they couldn't believe their 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 shocked 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 attack. 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 full of confidence to take part in the imperial examination. The scholar who was taking the exam found that his test paper had been marked with a big "X".

He stared hard 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 in the future.

He thought to himself, "When did Hun Wuxu become so powerful? Is he really a hidden master? Or have I, Zhang Ruochen, been living like a dog all these years?"

He couldn't believe what he saw. Hun Wuxu, who he once regarded as a strong enemy, could withstand his full-strength attack so easily.

It felt like an adventurer who opened a treasure chest with great expectations, but found that the treasure chest was filled with a pile of scrap copper and iron. The feeling of loss and helplessness instantly surged in his heart, making him want to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

How is it possible? Zhang Ruochen kept repeating this sentence in his heart as if he was being hammered. His heart was like a surging river and sea, full of unwilling waves and confused fog.

He had obviously mobilized all his strength, every muscle was roaring, every nerve was tense, why was he still like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to shake Hun Wuxu's seemingly easy but indestructible mountain?

The field fell into a deathly silence. Even the wind seemed to be frightened by the heavy atmosphere and hid away. They didn't even dare to breathe.

The geniuses of the Demon Suppression Mansion on the battlefield, those guys who were usually high-spirited and arrogant, were silent at this moment.