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"Boom!"
Two forces collided violently, producing a thunderous sound that shook the entire mountain gate, as if it might collapse at any moment.
Furious gusts of wind scattered debris and trees in all directions.
Amidst the swirling dust, two figures flickered in and out of view.
"Good lad, you actually managed to take my blow!" The voice of the Steel King carried a hint of surprise as he looked at Meng Hao, his eyes flashing with a fervent battle spirit.
Meng Hao felt a tingling in his arm, but he knew this was not the time to retreat.
His gaze pierced through the dust, focusing on the direction of the Kongtong Sect's main hall.
He understood that the real battle was just beginning!
The Steel King moved like lightning, raising his heavy hammer once more, producing a piercing sound as it sliced through the air, aimed directly at Meng Hao's face.
"Nice speed, but unfortunately useless!" Meng Hao snorted coldly. His Golden Arm shone brilliantly, firmly blocking the Steel King's fierce assault.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sounds of metal clashing echoed endlessly as Meng Hao and the Steel King engaged in a breathtaking duel on the arena. Each collision carried earth-shattering force, making hearts race wildly.
In the dust, the Steel King's towering figure resembled a moving mountain; each step he took made the ground tremble. The giant hammer in his hand was like the scythe of death, striking with lethal precision.
Meng Hao moved like a nimble dragon, weaving through the Steel King's relentless attacks. His Golden Arm would block at times and counterattack at others, each strike precise and powerful.
He was acutely aware of the terrifying strength of the Steel King and dared not let his guard down, focusing entirely on countering the storm-like onslaught.
On another front, Bai Yunzi was also locked in combat with the elders of the Iron Hammer Sect.
With his flowing white beard and sharp gaze, he wielded the Seven Injuries Fist with remarkable skill. Each punch he threw carried an air of desperation and determination.
"Old fool, the Seven Injuries Fist is nothing like this!" A long elder from the Iron Hammer Sect sneered, swinging his iron rod with a whistling sound, aiming directly at Bai Yunzi's chest.
Bai Yunzi did not dodge or evade; instead, he concentrated his internal energy into his right fist and struck out fiercely.
"The Seven Injuries Fist injures others while injuring oneself, but today, it will only harm you!" Bai Yunzi shouted angrily, unleashing his fist's power and sending the elder flying, blood spewing from his mouth.
"Master is mighty!" The disciples of Kongtong cheered, their morale soaring as their counterattack grew increasingly fierce.
However, the elite forces brought by Steel King were far from over.
A tall, rugged man charged forward; it was Ju Mu, wielding a pair of gigantic iron fists as he rushed towards Meng Hao.
"Kid, come fight me!" Ju Mu roared like thunder, both fists striking out with a terrifying sense of pressure, as if he intended to explode the very air around him.
"Bring it on!" A glint of excitement flashed in Meng Hao's eyes; he craved stronger opponents and sought to improve himself through battle.
He withdrew the Heavenly Axe, and his Golden Arm shone brilliantly as it met Ju Mu's iron fists in a direct clash.
"Boom!"
A massive shockwave instantly spread outwards, cracking the arena floor and sending debris flying.
Meng Hao felt an overwhelming force surge towards him, causing him to involuntarily slide back several steps, his arm tingling faintly.
Ju Mu's strength exceeded his expectations!
"Haha, kid, weren't you supposed to be tough? Come on!" Ju Mu laughed maliciously as he unleashed another series of relentless attacks that poured down like a torrential storm.
Meng Hao furrowed his brow; the Golden Arm glimmered as it continuously deflected Ju Mu's fierce onslaught.
He noticed that while Ju Mu's attacks appeared frenzied, they possessed a unique rhythm, each strike landing precisely on the weak points of his defense.
Li Muqing steadied Bai Yunzi and then fixed his determined gaze on the Steel King.
“Steel King, you will not harm the Sect Master!” Li Muqing shouted, his voice filled with defiance despite his weakened body.
He exchanged a glance with Meng Hao; no words were needed between them, as they reached a silent understanding.
“Let’s go together!” Meng Hao said solemnly.
He knew that only by joining forces could they hope to drive the Steel King back.
“Alright!” Li Muqing clenched his fists, a resolute light shining in his eyes.
Meng Hao and Li Muqing charged toward the Steel King, one on the left and one on the right.
Meng Hao wielded the Heavenly Axe to clear their path, its golden light dazzling, while Li Muqing utilized his understanding of the Seven Injuries Fist to seek out the Steel King's weaknesses.
Their teamwork was seamless, balancing offense and defense, forcing the Steel King to retreat repeatedly.
The Steel King’s expression darkened; he hadn’t anticipated that these two youngsters could unleash such formidable power, pushing him to this extent.
He glanced at the surrounding battle scene. The disciples of the Hammer Sect were also struggling against the counterattacks from the Kongtong Sect disciples.
He realized that it would be impossible to completely breach the Kongtong Sect tonight.
“Hmph! Meng Hao, Li Muqing, consider yourselves lucky today! Next time we meet, I will take your lives!” The Steel King roared, swinging his hammer to force Meng Hao and Li Muqing back. In an instant, he vanished into the night like a fleeting shadow.
Seeing this, the disciples of the Hammer Sect began to retreat as well, withdrawing like a receding tide.
On the arena, only Meng Hao, Li Muqing, and the injured Bai Yunzi remained.
Meng Hao let out a sigh of relief. He glanced at Li Muqing, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes.
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