Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 455: No Reversal

The moment before the fist actually landed, terrifying heat roared and a burning wind swept in all directions.

The third ring’s [Dayuan] is also a “fire”!
Song Shi held down Chong Shi, and against the surging heat, without dodging or evading, he chopped at his fist with a knife!

There was no sound of a knife cutting into flesh. Instead, a heavy, muffled sound like the collision of solid metal could be heard in the huge pit.

Boom!
The two sides separated as soon as they came into contact. The man retreated four steps before he stopped retreating, while Song Shi stood where he was, not even taking a single step back - no, to be precise, he would rather swallow the impact of the punch than retreat.

Don't retreat.

Represents moving forward.

Without leaving any reaction time, the next moment the man stopped retreating, Song Shi took a step forward and slashed out with his sword!

The time was too short for the man to make any other responses, so he chose the least wrong way and blocked with a horizontal punch.

Boom!
Another muffled sound.

Still can't split it!

The opponent's fists were truly made of steel, and even the protruding blue veins did not feel the slightest bit slender and weak. Each one was like pure black steel bars welded to the brass-colored skin, together forming a pair of extremely tough fists.

Song Shi was very familiar with this feeling.

——This body and these fists were forged by the [Flame of Forging].

The other party also has this psychic skill!
Compared to using the "forging" image by oneself, allowing psychic skills such as [Scorched Earth] to recast the form at will, it has greater flexibility and control, or it can be combined with [Burning Blood] to maintain "Self-Immolation".

The path chosen by the other party is to give up all other operations and purely "forge" oneself, using oneself as a tool!

Through repeated tempering and hammering day after day, he has developed the strong body that dares to face the heavy assassination.

"The first level of heaven can reach this level."

Then, Song Shi took another step and killed him again.

It was not simply a super-fast combo. The man had already reacted. The opponent clearly seized the subtle moment when he was about to counterattack after taking the knife, and inserted the Flame Blade steadily, forcing him to give up counterattacking and continue to take the knife.

What a keen observation!
No, this can't even be fully explained by "observation" anymore.

No matter how strong the other party's talent is, it is impossible to be so precise.

"You are really not bad waiting for Wu Zong."

Following the words, it was still a simple frontal chop.

The man groaned. This kind of well-timed attack that sees through everything is far more difficult than a simple super-fast combo.

The brass-colored skin of the fist, which had been tempered through thousands of blows, began to show cracks for the first time.

The rest of the people around chose their positions and watched the battle closely. Most of them had tense expressions and were filled with astonishment.

The Twelve Heavens of Wuzong.

Compared with pure strength, the twelfth level is closer to the potential catalog of the new generation of Wu Zong. Even if a man only holds the lowest first level, it means that he has a chance to break through to the fourth ring, [Sublimation] realm.

——But he is facing a psychic who has fought all the way to Tiandu and Wuxu.

They certainly didn't expect to defeat the other side in the first level. Even if it was a "narrow defeat", it was still a bit far-fetched.

A crushing defeat is the inevitable outcome.

Everyone was mentally prepared, but this scene was still beyond their expectations. With Fang Si's strength, he couldn't even make an effective counterattack. He was overwhelmed from the first attack? !
Chong Shi condensed a flame several meters long and fell down with a loud bang.

The man could only retreat again! Under the gaze of everyone, at this time, the battle situation fell into a weird atmosphere.

The attack and defense of both sides were not fast, at least it did not exceed their observation limit. It can be said that most of the moves could be seen clearly. However, in this situation, Fang Si was retreating step by step in a slow but irresistible manner.

Instead, Song Shi walked forward step by step as if he was strolling in a garden.

Boom, boom—boom!

For a moment, the only sound in the arena was the constant collision of flames and fists.

This abandoned construction site is not very large, with an area only about half the size of a football field.

[Dayuan], who is also on the third ring, if he let go, this place would not be enough to demolish even if it was a hundred times bigger. However, both sides chose to restrain their destructive power and confined the burning wind and fire tide to a small area.

Every time Fang Si retreated, the ground would crack, and as he retreated step by step, the cracks in the spider web where he stepped on each time were getting bigger and bigger at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

This meant that his spiritual power was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain, and it was sliding from an indestructible tower to a shaky one bit by bit.

——But the opponent hasn’t used [Bad Tribulation] yet!
He was undoubtedly in a weak position, so long before this "Nandu" arrived in Douqu City, or even earlier, after the other party attacked Wuxu, Wu Zong had collected the other party's files, studied them carefully, and deduced several countermeasures.

Therefore, at this moment, he clearly understood that every attack of the opponent could only be said to be serious, but without using the "Bad Tribulation", it could not be said that he was going all out.

Boom!
As his thoughts flowed, a sharp red-gold edge fell straight down, and Fang Si's fists violently opened up. However, where the two touched, the cracks became deeper and deeper, and wisps of ashes floated out uncontrollably.

This "Nan Dou" was going to use pure slashing to break his body and blast through his fist!
Even if I die, I cannot suffer such a humiliating defeat!

Fang Si roared suddenly, and was about to take on Chongshi's left fist again, but instead he stretched out his five fingers, completely disregarding the consequences, and fiercely grasped Yanfeng.

His right fist also stretched out its five fingers.

But this time, it’s not about holding on to something.

Just to clench the fist tighter.

——Then, blast out!
Take the blow head-on and counterattack, this is destined to not be able to exert full strength, this is how it should be.

However, after Fang Si chose to take the blow head-on, he simply left no way to retreat, and used his multiple spiritual powers frantically. Even if the blow cut into his body, he had to try his best to make this punch strong enough.

Therefore, this punch is no less powerful than a full-strength punch!
"Bad robbery."

The calamity fire containing destructive power rose silently, and a spark of fire was extinguished. The punch was met with a clenched fist as well.

A terrifying spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly erupted, enough to overturn the impact and spread over a radius of several blocks. At the critical moment, the hundreds of meters high pillar of fire that Song Shi had originally erected suddenly collapsed and merged into a flowing circular river of fire, tightly blocking all impacts.

The people who were trying to intercept the aftermath looked at each other, put their raised hands back in silence.

The fire curtain that was so thick that it became solid gradually dissipated, and a smaller and deeper hole appeared in the giant pit.

Fang Si was lying inside, looking like he had been hit head-on by a heavy semi-trailer. His whole body was in a terrible state and he passed out.

There was another person lying next to him. It was the strong man who ran over to block the road at the beginning. He was also unconscious.

There was only one figure standing there.

Song Shi glanced at the crowd. In just a short period of time, a lot more people came over. Facing his gaze, they were silent for a moment. It was unknown who lowered their head slightly first, and the others bowed their heads one after another.

The young man said nothing, took the coat handed to him by Anthony, turned around and walked in one direction.

"Let's go to the City Hall."

(End of this chapter)