As the two stumbled, Tuoba Yunhong finally caught up.
A plan hatched in his mind, and he struck Meng Xiaochuan with his palm—as long as he could injure Meng Xiaochuan, a spot in the top three was guaranteed.
"Tuoba Yunhong!"
Sensing the danger, Meng Xiaochuan mobilized his Qi Sea Power to defend himself. But caught off guard, he was still sent flying by Tuoba Yunhong's palm strike and suffered an internal injury.
A look of glee spread across Tuoba Yunhong's face. The memory of Meng Xiaochuan mocking him was still fresh in his mind.
Pu Shiyi's face went pale with shock, but remembering that a top-three spot was more important, he sprinted past them.
"Damn it! Don't you even think about snatching a top-three spot right under my nose."
