"Die, boy!"
Cai Yuan suddenly let out a roar like a fierce beast from ancient times, his fist crossing dozens of spaces. He launched a punch through the air, and the enormous True Qi transformed into a fist mark roughly seventy to eighty zhang long. The snow piled on the ground was swept up into a sky-high trail of Fist Wind, with snowflakes flying and bursting in all directions.
Lin Mo's eyes emitted a cold light as he threw out a punch simultaneously.
When the two Fist Powers collided, they immediately produced a sound as loud as a cannonball exploding, with the explosion center spreading out like a cloud ring ten thousand meters wide.
"Indeed, heroes emerge from the youth," Bai Gu Cheng said, watching Lin Mo stand unshakeably, his gaze sharp.
Cai Yuan had already doubled his Combat Power, and this punch was even more earth-shattering. As it burst forth, Lin Mo still managed to block it with seeming ease.
