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

Xuanyuan Po decided to do so.

The young man wearing a hat was not affected by this sentence and remained calm.

Just like the feeling he gives people, everything is just ordinary to him, even life and death.

Each other's attitude has been clear, so the next step should be the process of proof.

Xuanyuan Po knew that the other party was very strong, at least much stronger than himself, so he chose to take the lead.

From standing in the seemingly simple ring in Matsumachi early the morning before yesterday, then winning nine consecutive games, and now, this is his first move.

The leather boots fell on the hard bluestone floor and made a dull sound.

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

These blast sounds are not very loud, but very clear.

It was the sound of air being hit by things and being knocked out directly before it could be deformed and squeezed.

It can be imagined how fast Xuanyuan Po was, so the onlookers could not see clearly with their naked eyes, and could only vaguely see a afterimage.

Behind the afterimage was a ray of smoke and dust, the young man wearing a hat was the one who was wearing a hat.

Xuanyuan Po's left fist broke through the air and whistled and fell. There was wind and thunder hidden in it, containing unimaginable power and power.

Before the iron fist arrived, smoke and dust rose first, covering the field like dark clouds.

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

Then, he put his left hand behind him.

With this action, his breath changed.

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Xiao De withdrew from the Heavenly Selection Divine, but he still came to the scene today.

He stood on a hillside near Tianshou Pavilion with more than ten subordinates, looking at the scene in front of the imperial city, silent and wondering what he was thinking.

Whether it was the young man wearing a hat who appeared like a lonely peak or the strong declaration from Xuanyuan Po, it failed to change his expression.

However, when the young man walked out of the smoke and dust and carried his left hand behind him, Xiao De's expression suddenly changed and his face even turned pale.

This reminded him of a certain picture he had seen many years ago when he was in Hanshan.

The middle-aged scholar in front of the woods seemed to be taking action like this.

The middle-aged scholar turned his back to him and Liu Qing, and looked at Guozi intently.

The strong man of the demon clan and the number one assassin in the world?

When he turned around, the night would cover Qianli Hanshan Mountain.

Of course, everything in the world is just ordinary and not worth mentioning.

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...

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

He is not the middle-aged scholar in Hanshan, so the sky on Baidi City has not darkened.

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

The night can cover the thousand-mile cold mountains, cover the entire sky, tolerate or devour everything, and naturally block a fist.

No sound sounded, and Xuanyuan Po's fist was held by his hands.

Afterwards, no changes occurred.

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

Looking at this scene, both the onlookers and the big figures watching from a distance were shocked and speechless.

The day before yesterday, in the arena match in the Xiacheng District, Xuanyuan Po's fist showed unimaginable power and power. Every punch seemed to collapse and break the earth. After nine consecutive victories, he really made a name for himself and even became a god-like character in the hearts of the poor people of the demon clan.

However, today Xuanyuan Po's fist seemed so weak that he could not even break free from his opponent's palm!

How powerful should this young man wearing a hat be in the realm!

The atmosphere became extremely tense, and the air seemed to be frozen, and the people's faces showed shock and worry.

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

Still like the previous moment, like the previous day, like the previous years.

He was not panicked because he had long expected that the young man wearing a hat was indeed much better than himself.

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 Matsumachi in the tavern in recent years, he had never used that method.

Even when he was pushing forward at Kyoto National Education College, he did not really use that method.

His strongest method is his fist.

But it is not the intact left fist, but... the seemingly shrinking, already disabled right fist.

Xuanyuan Po raised his right fist and swung forward.

His right arm was seriously injured and was shattered by Tianhaiya and was later almost cured by Chen Changsheng. However, as he began to learn some kind of exercises, his right arm not only did not fully recover, but his injuries gradually worsened, especially in recent years, which caused extremely severe atrophy.

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

In the tavern by the river, this is the main reason why he is teased.

Today no one would make fun of him, but would only sympathize with him and pity him.

He was obviously unable to give up but 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 all over the world, waved his arm silently and focusedly, and smashed it into the other person's face.

It was smashing rather than bombing, because he clenched his fist, from top to bottom, and hitting it with the bottom edge of his fist, rather than hitting it with the hardest front of his fist.

This looks a bit like a slap in the table with frustration, but in fact it is more like slapping the sewage in the dishwasher when you are angry.

The most similar one is actually the hammer.

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In the mountains beside Tianshou Pavilion, Xiao De's expression suddenly changed and he took a step forward.

On the observation deck, the head of the Xiang tribe suddenly opened his eyes.

In the stone hall, Mrs. Mu raised her thin eyebrows slightly, as if she was like a sword.

In this scene, ordinary people can only see depression and hopelessness, but they can see more things.

For example, just when Xuanyuan broke his punch, the wild fire aura emitted by the sky trees in the distant mountains suddenly increased several times!

A huge black bear appeared in the sky!

It stretched out its sharp claws and tore open the night color that enveloped the imperial city!

Rain clouds surged out of the night, and a flash of lightning suddenly emerged from the depths!

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

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

His fist also became several times bigger, as if it was a hammer in the hand of the god.

His fist fell like a hammer.

The lightning also fell at the same time.

There was a loud bang.
Chapter completed!