Tang Zhong, at some point unknown, had already flickered behind Yan Chihuo.
Upon hearing the sound, Yan Chihuo was utterly shocked, not expecting Tang Zhong to be so fast.
He suddenly turned around, punching towards Tang Zhong.
"Die!" Yan Chihuo shouted.
Just as the punch was about to land on Tang Zhong, it hadn’t even touched the tip of Tang Zhong’s nose.
In a flash, Tang Zhong flickered behind Yan Chihuo again.
"Too slow." Tang Zhong continued.
Yan Chihuo went completely berserk; one punch couldn’t kill Tang Zhong, and even two punches couldn’t kill Tang Zhong. He was a Martial Supreme, yet two punches couldn’t defeat someone at Martial Arts Peak. To him, this was nothing short of humiliation.
"Ah..." Yan Chihuo roared frantically, his Demon Fist aiming at Tang Zhong, with even faster punching speed.
The frenzied fists seemed like phantoms.
Tang Zhong kept dodging, kept retreating.
No matter how many punches Yan Chihuo swung, they couldn’t even touch a hair on Tang Zhong.
Those around were watching in a daze as the two kept dodging in midair. Yan Chihuo truly lived up to being a Martial Supreme; the aura emanating from him made everyone present believe they couldn’t withstand even a single move. And when they saw Tang Zhong constantly evading, they immediately sneered, "Such a coward, only knows how to dodge."
Only a few could truly understand what was happening, deeply shocked by Tang Zhong’s methods; he was truly formidable.
The speed of a Martial Supreme was not as fast as his, showing how quick Tang Zhong really was.
Yet clearly, Tang Zhong wasn’t a Martial Supreme.
Now, only by continuing to watch can we know what the outcome will be.
Yan Chihuo still couldn’t touch even a hair on Tang Zhong, and just as a Demon Fist was thrown, the ferocious flame swept around.
With a boom, the whole sky turned black, but once the black dissipated, Tang Zhong still stood there perfectly unharmed.
"How is that possible?" Yan Chihuo exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"After hitting me for so long, isn’t it my turn?" Tang Zhong smiled coldly.
He clenched his fist tightly, an endless force radiating from within, his whole arm seemed as if submerged in blood.
Bloodthirsty, fierce, annihilating, endless.
The aura on it was suffocating to many.
In an instant, a fist struck out like a tidal wave, surging towards Yan Chihuo.
"Yan Chihuo, weren’t you planning on rebelling? Come on!"
The aura on the fist still existed; as Wind, Flame, Thunder, and Rain followed the flickering Nature Stone, they appeared around Tang Zhong’s arm and then spiraled, directly merging into Tang Zhong’s arm.
At that moment, a layer of Thunder’s aura began to swirl around his arm.
At this point, Yan Chihuo, seeing the aura on Tang Zhong’s arm, had a changed expression and sensed a hint of danger.
This... this isn’t possible.
Yan Chihuo also threw a punch, his fist ignited with Black Flame.
"Tang Zhong, I know you’re powerful, but don’t forget, I’m ultimately a Martial Supreme, and you’re not."
The Black Flame on the fists rolled, and in the next second, it collided fiercely with Tang Zhong’s fist.
At that moment, when the fists met, it was as if a solar flare explosion erupted, with Thunder and Flame crackling as they met the Black Flame.
A visible ring of shockwave spread out.
Everyone around was watching the two fight.
They thought that despite the confrontation, it would be evenly matched.
But in an instant, Yan Chihuo was directly blown away, crashing into a giant mountain, splitting more than half of it.
With a rumbling collapse.
Seeing this scene unfold, everyone around didn’t know what to say, having never imagined Yan Chihuo’s formerly powerful attack would now be repelled.
And then everyone looked at Tang Zhong.
"Who... is this guy?"
Yan Chihuo struggled to get up off the ground, extremely embarrassed, and rushed towards Tang Zhong again.
"With just you, you’re not worthy of killing me."
The Demon Fist was once again unleashed.
But this time, Tang Zhong didn’t even clench his fist, instead reaching out his palm directly.
To see the Demon Fist surging forth.
"Die!" Yan Chihuo charged.
His whole body carried with it a raging power.
Like a black tornado, the end of the world was imminent.
Those around seemed dazzled.
No one felt capable of catching such power.
Yan Chihuo had unleashed all his power, the power of a Martial Supreme.
At that moment, a punch was aimed at Tang Zhong.
But Tang Zhong just stretched out his hand.
In an instant, Yan Chihuo’s aura suddenly vanished.
Disappeared without a trace.
Everyone was stunned.
"No... it can’t be, what’s happening?"
"The aura was so intense in front of Yan Chihuo just now; why is it gone now?"
And when everyone saw the scene before them, they were completely shocked.
Yan Chihuo’s thrown fist was completely caught by Tang Zhong’s palm.
The attack that was so powerful earlier was easily neutralized.
At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded, having never thought it would be , the power of a Martial Supreme so effortlessly neutralized.
At this time, Yan Chihuo looked at Tang Zhong in disbelief.
"This... how is this possible?"
"Is this your trump card?" Tang Zhong looked down at Yan Chihuo and smiled.
"You..." Yan Chihuo shouted.
He tried to break free of his hand but found that no matter how he struggled, the front wouldn’t budge.
"Want to break free?" Tang Zhong smiled.
"Let me go..." Yan Chihuo shouted.
"Sure, I can let you go." Tang Zhong smiled coldly.
"But... before I let you go, will you dare to say you want to kill me with just these cards, so I’ll give you some lessons."
Tang Zhong clenched his fist tightly.
In an instant, Yan Chihuo screamed in agony.
He wanted to break free but found himself powerless.
"What do you want to do?" he shouted.
"It’s simple, let’s see if your Xuan Country heart is red or black." Tang Zhong said coldly.
At this moment, he punched forward aimed at Yan Chihuo’s heart.
A scream, Yan Chihuo had no chance to resist.
Tang Zhong extracted Yan Chihuo’s heart, it was a pitch-black heart.
"Indeed, it’s black."
(Three more updates to come)