In the center of the high platform.
Sun Yan let out a wild laugh. With a single stomp, the ironwood floating platform beneath him shuddered, sending splinters flying. He was like a humanoid beast, shrouded in furious Qi and Blood, as he instantly closed in on Cui Wanhe.
"Cui Wanhe, come and fight!"
His iron fist shot out like a heavy cannon, compressing the air until it let out a piercing shriek.
Cui Wanhe's expression was cold. CLANG! The Nine-Ring Saber on his back sprang up on its own and landed in his palm.
"Hongshan Saber, River-Sunder!"
The blade descended with indomitable, crushing force, seeming to slice through the very air in its path.
"BOOM!"
Fist and saber collided, unleashing a violent shockwave. The few Martial Artists standing nearby felt a sharp pain in their eardrums, their footing becoming unsteady.
This was the terrifying combat power of the Third Acupoint!
