Fighter of the Destiny

If this young man wearing a hat really comes from Xue Lao City, then he will stop him at all costs, even if he dies.

Xuanyuan Po decided to do this.

The young man wearing a hat was not affected by these words and remained calm.

Just like how he felt, everything was just normal to him, even life and death.

The attitudes of each other have been made clear, so the next step should be the process of proof.

Xuanyuan Po knew that the opponent was very strong, at least much stronger than himself, so he chose to take action first.

From standing in the seemingly simple ring in Matsucho early the morning before yesterday, and then winning nine games in a row, to now, this is the first time he has taken the lead.

The leather boots landed on the hard bluestone ground, making a dull sound.

Countless continuous blasting sounds appeared in the slightly cold air in front of the imperial city.

These plosives aren't exactly loud, but they are very clear.

It was the sound of the air being hit by something and being smashed directly before it could be deformed and squeezed.

It can be imagined how fast Xuanyuan Po moved. The onlookers could not see it clearly with their naked eyes, and could only vaguely see an afterimage.

After the afterimage, there was a streak of smoke, heading towards the young man wearing a hat.

Xuanyuan Po's left fist shot out of the air and whizzed down, with wind and thunder hidden in it, containing unimaginable power and power.

Before the iron fist arrived, smoke and dust began to rise, like dark clouds, covering the venue.

The young man wearing a hat walked out of the smoke.

Then, he put his left hand behind his back.

With this movement, his aura changed.

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Xiaode withdrew from the Chosen Code, but he still came to the scene today.

He and more than ten subordinates stood on a hillside near the castle tower, looking at the scene in front of the imperial city, silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

No matter whether the young man wearing a hat appeared like a lonely peak or Xuanyuan Po issued a strong and powerful declaration, there was no change in his expression.

However, when the young man walked out of the smoke and put his left hand behind his back, Xiaode's expression suddenly changed, and his face even turned a little pale.

This reminded him of a scene he had seen many years ago in Hanshan.

The middle-aged scholar in front of the woods seemed to have his hands behind his back like this.

The middle-aged scholar turned his back to him and Liu Qing, looking at the fruit intently.

The strong man from the demon clan and the best assassin in the world?

When he turns around, night will cover thousands of miles of cold mountains.

Of course everything in this world is ordinary and not worth mentioning.

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The young man wearing a hat walked out of the smoke.

He was not the middle-aged scholar in Hanshan, so the sky above Baidi City did not darken.

But when he raised his right hand to meet Xuanyuan Po's left fist, the night came as usual.

The night can cover thousands of miles of cold mountains, and it can also cover the entire sky. It can contain or swallow everything, and it can naturally block a fist.

No sound was heard, and Xuanyuan Po's fist was grasped by his palm.

Afterwards, nothing changed.

Once you hold it, you hold it, and you can't leave it again, unless the morning light returns to the earth, and it will be tomorrow morning in an instant.

Looking at this scene, both the demon people who were watching and the big shots observing from a distance were shocked beyond words.

In the arena match in Xiacheng District the day before yesterday, Xuanyuan Po's fists showed unimaginable power and power. Every punch seemed to make the world collapse. After winning nine games in a row, he really made a great name and even became a poor member of the demon clan. A god-like character in the hearts of the people.

However, today Xuanyuan Po's fist seemed so weak that he couldn't even break free from his opponent's hand!

How powerful is this young man wearing a hat?

The atmosphere became extremely tense, the air seemed to freeze, and the faces of the people showed expressions of shock and worry.

Xuanyuan Po's expression did not change at all. He was a little dull, which could be said to be calm.

It’s still the same as the moment before, the same as the day before, the same as the years before.

He didn't panic because he had already expected that the young man wearing a hat was indeed much better than him.

More importantly, he has not yet used his most powerful means.

Whether it was the nine battles the day before yesterday or every conflict he encountered with Matsuchi in the tavern in the past few years, he had never used that method.

Even when he was at the Kyoto National Education Academy, he never really used that method.

His strongest weapon is his fists.

But it's not the intact left fist, but... the right fist that seems to be shrunken and disabled.

Xuanyuan Po raised his right fist and swung it forward.

His right arm had been seriously injured, and all the meridians were severed by Tian Haiya'er. Later, he was almost recovered by Chen Changsheng's treatment. However, as he began to learn a certain skill, his right arm not only did not fully recover, but the injury gradually worsened. It has worsened, especially in recent years, when it has experienced extremely severe shrinkage.

Now his right arm is very small, like a branch or a child's arm. Compared with his burly body, it looks even more pitiful.

In the riverside tavern, this was the main reason why he was teased.

No one will laugh at him today, only sympathize and pity him.

Even though he was clearly defeated, he still refused to give up. In the eyes of everyone, Xuanyuan Po was very brave, but this kind of courage was so sad.

Xuanyuan Po ignored the sympathetic sighs coming from around him, silently and intently waving his arms, and smashed the opponent in the face.

It was a smash rather than a blast, because he held his fist and struck from top to bottom with the lower edge of the fist instead of the hardest front part of the fist.

This may look a bit like slapping someone out of frustration, but it's actually more like slapping away the dirty water in the sink when you're angry.

The most similar one is actually Hammerfall.

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In the mountain forest next to the castle tower, Xiaode's expression suddenly changed and he took a step forward.

On the viewing platform, the leader of the Xiang Clan suddenly opened his eyes.

In the stone hall, Mrs. Mu’s slender eyebrows were slightly raised, as if they were sword-like.

In this scene, ordinary people can only see frustration and hopelessness, but they can see something more.

For example, just when Xuanyuan Po punched, the aura of wild fire emitted by the Heavenly Tree in the mountains in the distance suddenly increased several times!

A huge black bear appears in the sky!

It stretched out its sharp claws and tore apart the night that shrouded the imperial city!

Rain clouds poured out of the night, and a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the depths!

The square in front of the imperial city was illuminated extremely brightly.

In that dazzling light, Xuanyuan Po's right arm moved forward at high speed, expanding rapidly.

His fist also grew several times larger, as if it were a hammer in the hand of a god.

His fist came down like a hammer.

The lightning also fell at the same time.

There was a loud bang.

Fists and lightning fell on the young man wearing a hat at the same time.