A sonic boom erupted underfoot. Su Yu's right leg stomped savagely on the air itself, kicking up a visible white shockwave.
His body instantly blurred into an afterimage, moving sideways to evade the spear's glint, which struck like a venomous dragon.
The crowd below saw nothing but a blur. By the time they located Su Yu again, he had appeared behind and to the side of Dai Xing as if a phantom.
'What a terrifying Body Technique! He can actually push off the air itself?'
'What kind of monster is this Su Yu! It's one thing for someone so young to have such overbearing Qi and Blood, but for his Body Technique to have reached this level too… he has no weaknesses at all!'
Cries of astonishment rose one after another from the stands below.
On the stage, Dai Xing's pupils contracted. His last move was a perfectly timed, all-out strike. The spear shot out like a silver dragon bursting from the sea—a committed attack from which he could not easily recover.
