Chapter 1104: Chapter 683: Blood Mist, Gathering Momentum, My Power Amazes the World! (4)

They had already arrived; Wu Zhongtao calmed his heart spirit, avoiding overthinking.

He could win by relying on his own strength.

Slowly approaching, a great storm surged around Wu Zhongtao.

The gigantic bear form swelled again, with qi blood like a dragon winding through its meridians. Waves of tangible oppressive momentum erupted, completely tearing apart the dilapidated shops on both sides of the road.

Dark light spread, and muscles as hard as black iron flexed as he swung his arms.

Out of thin air, he grasped a massive Ghost Head Saber, with malevolent energy soaring between particle amalgamations—it was evidently a fourth-grade divine weapon!

He pressed the weight of the saber, dragging it along the ground as he gathered momentum.

The three golden rings on the back of the Ghost Head Saber clanged piercingly, disturbing the opponent’s heart spirit. The blade easily cut into the earth as if slicing through tofu, sinking three zhang deep, with sparks splattering out of the massive ditch it plowed, adding terror to its momentum.

As fast as words could describe, in the blink of an eye, the raging bear was already charging at Meng Chuan.

Grasping the handle of the Ghost Head Saber with both arms, he swung it upward, a hundred-zhang black light shooting skyward from below!

"Good!"

Such power!

Meng Chuan felt it!

As battle fervor surged, his momentum exploded, and the infected ones still clamped under his arms were instantly blown into bloody mist by the rising air currents.

He suddenly spread his arms wide, then swiftly clamped them together, precisely intercepting the oncoming massive blade arc.

"Bare...barehanded!"

Wu Zhongtao’s body trembled from the feedback of tremendous force, with a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Wang Yang, the commentator, shouted loudly:

"The Overlord Meng Chuan still has not chosen to use weapons; he relied on just his two hands to withstand the raging bear’s full-force attack!"

Sizzle—

Sparks flew from Meng Chuan’s palms, while Wu Zhongtao, ten zhang tall, roared and channeled surging power into his arms. He used all his strength, trying to forcefully lift the depressed blade.

However, compared to him, a seemingly insignificant figure just steadily clamped the tip of the blade with his palms.

Wu Zhongtao’s arms showed no signs of rising, but instead, they were gradually pushed lower.

As his arms started to tremble violently, his grip on the saber’s handle nearly lowered to his crotch!

The figure under the blade revealed a trace of appreciation.

This raging bear had one-fifth of his untransformed, unreleased strength.

Very impressive, to make it into the Beijing competition’s masters—all of them are extraordinary!

If not for the blessing of the threefold Brahma Dragon Elephant colossal strength, in his normal state, his strength would just be twice that of the raging bear, certainly unable to create such an overwhelming crush.

"Not bad."

From beneath the heavy shadow of the blade, Meng Chuan’s emotionless evaluation echoed.

Buzz—

Under the blade, an invisible ripple expanded, and the figure vanished.

In the next second, in Wu Zhongtao’s stunned expression, a figure appeared reflected in his pupil, hovering mid-air.

Meng Chuan suddenly raised his fist, and an indomitable mighty force twisted the air into spirals.

The air currents, wanting to scatter, were inexplicably gathered, compressed, and solidified!

Clumped together, they smashed against the bear’s helmet-covered head.

Bang!

Wu Zhongtao’s entire phantasmic body vanished into thin air.

Yet he was not blown apart but unconsciously released his grip on the saber, pushed by an extremely terrifying force, shooting straight into the ground at lightning speed.

The enormous bear body drilled into the earth like a missile, disappearing without a trace.

Only the lonely Ghost Head Saber remained, alongside a huge hollow exposed on the earth’s surface.

With another "bang!"

The bear’s head exploded into fragments...

The live broadcast screen froze on the cracked earth.

The man surrounded by shattered objects stood dominant like a towering peak.

The competition was over.

...

The live broadcast’s bullet chat exploded again, with countless people flooding the screen.

Even overseas channels were frantically refreshing with the six characters: "Oriental violent aesthetics!"

Gifts rolled in like winter snow, covering the whole screen.

"Hmm...didn’t Dong Xin say it was a contest of a hundred tons of force?"

"Yeah, why did this ’Earth Bear’ shatter upon contact..."

In the spectator stands, Xu Qingfeng turned his head to explain to a passerby:

"Remember this, a hundred tons is a hundred tons; nine hundred and ninety-nine tons is also a hundred tons!"