Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 450 - 262 Sweep_2

Chapter 450: 262 Sweep_2

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The observation platform boiled over with excitement, then quickly quieted down.

Everyone concentrated, holding their breath, not wanting to miss a single second of what was to come.

Zhong Wengui smiled slightly and, without losing his politeness, cupped his hands and said, "Guest Elder Fang, Wengui has shown his respect, please enlighten me."

"I dare not."

Fang Zhixing’s expression remained unchanged; at this moment, he couldn’t be sure whether Zhong Wengui was also going to feign defeat, so he had to maintain a level head and strike when necessary.

The next second!

Zhong Wengui slowly raised his hands, placing them in front of his chest, pinching out a mysterious spell.

In a flash, his hair and robes danced without wind, gracefully silent.

Beneath his thick brows, a pair of large eyes suddenly burst forth with intense fighting intent.

"Good, he’s serious!"

Fang Zhixing immediately felt a strong will.

Zhong Wengui had no killing intent, yet he very much wanted to defeat him!

This is the mindset of the strong!

As expected!

Zhong Wengui’s body shook, and the mighty Innate Aura soared to the skies; from that hand spell, streaks of light surged out, intertwining and gradually forming an intricate and mysterious Eight Diagram Totem.

Then, that Eight Diagram Totem started to rotate, slowly at first, but even so, it stirred the air, whipping up a storm, changing the colors of heaven and earth.

"Guest Elder Fang, be careful!"

Zhong Wengui’s expression turned slightly cold as his right hand was raised, pressing against the top of the Eight Diagram Totem.

Hum~

A vast resonance suddenly spread!

Zhong Wengui’s right hand passed through the Eight Diagram Totem, suddenly accelerating.

His arm grew longer and thicker!

His hand became a giant palm!

Carrying terrifying Hand Power, it pushed forward with force.

"Innate Eight Diagram Palm!"

Zhong Wengui let out an impassioned roar, his presence escalating with it.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing, who was ready to strike, widened his eyes and became three degrees more serious.

The giant palm approached so quickly it was nearly instantaneous, catching people off guard.

Fang Zhixing immediately waved ten blood-colored tentacles, which vibrated in unison, smashing forward.

The force of the Ten Directions Explosion Kill surged massively, meeting the giant palm in a head-on confrontation.

Bang!

The two forces collided directly, shattering stones and shaking heavens and earth.

Accompanied by a dull boom, a circular shockwave spread out, picking up swirling dust, sweeping in all directions.

People on the observation platform were immediately hit by the dust storm, being blown off balance, unable to open their eyes.

Luckily, a solid defensive wall around the martial arts arena prevented many from being injured.

After an intense collision, Zhong Wengui’s giant palm quickly snapped back, passing through the Eight Diagram Totem.

When the giant palm returned to Zhong Wengui’s side, it had already shrunk back to the size of a normal hand.

And all ten blood-colored tentacles also recoiled back, swirling around Fang Zhixing.

"Somewhat interesting..."

A hint of amusement appeared on Fang Zhixing’s face.

The Innate Eight Diagram Palm had an extraordinary power, so much so that...

It almost made Fang Zhixing stagger.

Fang Zhixing did not indulge it, swinging the ten blood-colored tentacles, splitting into two groups, five to the left and five to the right, attacking from both sides.

Zhong Wengui took a half step back, crouching slightly, with hands pinching out a spell, the Eight Diagram before him spun a hundred and eighty degrees, expanding into a circular Shield.

At this sight!

Guan Zhaohua, the Sect Leader of the Flying Phoenix Sect, couldn’t help praising, "The Innate Eight Diagram is both offensive and defensive, extraordinary indeed."

Zhong Kunyu, stroking his beard, smiled, "In fact, the Innate Eight Diagram excels even more in Defense, sort of belonging to the Mysterious Turtle Series."

Of course, the mystery within its Defense was that it caused rebound damage when attacked.

Moreover, this rebound damage was nearly perfect, with a hundred percent feedback of the output.

If an enemy hit with ten parts strength, then ten parts would be reflected back.

In other words, as long as the Eight Diagram Totem stood unbroken, the loser would definitely be the enemy.

Zhong Kunyu was full of confidence in this, his expression unguarded with the certainty of victory.

Rumble, rumble~

It was like continuous thunder, deafening.

The Eight Diagram Totem was hit in succession by the ten blood-colored tentacles, enduring a beating ten times in a row.

The scene was somewhat brutal!

The entire Totem gradually twisted and deformed, several spots caving in.

A sandstorm once again engulfed the martial arts arena.

After a moment of deadlock, Zhong Wengui’s face was tense, his forehead covered in large beads of sweat, his hands pinching the spell trembled.

Fang Zhixing’s expression turned cold as he raised his ten blood-colored tentacles high and brought them down fiercely.

Crack~

The Eight Diagram Totem suddenly shattered, collapsing and fragmenting like broken pottery.

"Ah!"

Zhong Wengui immediately spewed out a fountain of blood, his body sent flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground below the platform.

His father Zhong Kunyu shouted in alarm and quickly stood up, his face showing extreme astonishment.

"Ah~"

Zhong Wengui struggled to get up, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing up another mouthful of blood, his face ashen, his demeanor dispirited.

He only felt his Qi-Blood churning internally.

The remnant force of the Ten Directions Explosion Kill rampaged through him, wreaking havoc inside.

Within moments, he had sustained serious internal injuries.

Suddenly, the entire venue fell silent.

Everyone had goosebumps.

Although Duan Shiye had lost quickly, he hadn’t taken action in a long time, and nobody knew the depth of his skill.

Yet nobody expected that Zhong Wengui, with his greater reputation, would lose so swiftly.

Fang Zhixing seemed to effortlessly wield the ten blood-colored tentacles, a torrent of vicious strikes, overwhelming Zhong Wengui.

The faces of those from the eight major sects went completely pale.

In fact, before coming here, they had secretly discussed among themselves.

Ji Xiangjun had a very clear purpose in holding this competition and had told them directly.

It was to let them test how strong Fang Zhixing really was and see if he indeed had the capability to kill the outstanding figure of the minor clans, Gongxi Xiong.