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Behind the swirling dust, a vague shadow lay on the ground. At that moment, Wang Chao rushed forward again. He was not foolish enough to think that one strike could kill Zhang Fusheng; if that were the case, Zhang Fusheng would not dare to call himself the Greatest Expert of Huaxia. Indeed, as Wang Chao pushed through the crowd and reached Zhang Fusheng, he saw him slowly begin to move.
Through the still rising smoke, Wang Chao noticed a large hole in Zhang Fusheng's shoulder created by his attack. It was unlike any ordinary gunshot wound; the muscle around the hole seemed to have vanished into thin air, and the wound was remarkably smooth, like a mirror. This was the first time Wang Chao had used this technique in battle, and it appeared to be quite powerful.
Wang Chao sensed that Zhang Fusheng had activated his Breathing Technique. Yes, at this moment, Zhang Fusheng was panting heavily. Wang Chao's previous strike had been overwhelmingly strong. In an instant, Zhang Fusheng activated his Breathing Technique, and his hands swiftly formed a barrier in mid-air. However, Wang Chao's powerful blow pierced through Zhang Fusheng's barrier and struck his arm, ultimately landing on his shoulder.
Zhang Fusheng looked at Wang Chao with a cold gaze and said, "Finally some substance. Come on, kill me or let me kill you!"
As he spoke, Wang Chao felt the intense killing intent radiating from Zhang Fusheng. People within a hundred meters seemed to feel an overwhelming chill, as if they were dancing naked in the Arctic. The aura emanating from Zhang Fusheng was dangerously potent; those around him trembled like little rabbits before a lion. Although Wang Chao did not tremble like them, he still felt immense pressure and understood that Zhang Fusheng was completely serious this time.
With the activation of Breathing Technique, Zhang Fusheng's power had nearly doubled compared to Wang Chao's. Before Wang Chao could react, Zhang Fusheng was already in front of him, launching rapid attacks at an incredible speed that even surpassed sound itself. Wang Chao saw Zhang Fusheng throw a punch before he heard the sound of the attack.
Air balloons formed around Wang Chao, their power several times greater than before. However, he dared not hold back any longer; small Tai Chi formations emerged in front of these air balloons. The two forces collided and ultimately dissipated into fragments that vanished in mid-air. At this moment, Zhang Fusheng paid no attention to the surrounding residents.
Wang Chao glanced at Zhang Fusheng's eyes and saw nothing but endless slaughter within them—there was no trace of humanity left. The gentle aura had disappeared entirely, replaced by a beast-like presence. As Zhang Fusheng oscillated between these two energies, it was as if there were two different people within him, leaving Wang Chao utterly shocked.
"Kill!" Zhang Fusheng declared. "Everyone here must die!"
Zhang Fusheng had descended into madness. In his frenzied state, he unleashed air balloons that overwhelmed Wang Chao. At that moment, Zhang Fusheng's hands moved rapidly in the air as if drawing a strange symbol. When his hands finally stopped, a clawing black dragon surged forth; he had created a dragon from pure airflow.
This air dragon exuded dark energy and immense pressure as it lunged toward Wang Chao. It reminded him of a phrase: "Like a fierce tiger lying on desolate hills." Indeed, this black dragon was poised to strike at any moment with devastating force. Wang Chao's instinctive sense of danger began to alert him—if he did not react now, he would surely be obliterated without a trace.
Realizing this, Wang Chao wasted no time and quickly began to draw circles in front of him. This time he used both hands for Tai Chi—one hand moved swiftly while the other remained slow. The fast hand carved out a dark circle in the air as if tearing through it and forming a fish-shaped semicircle.
With one hand, Wang Chao moved slowly, and in this gradual process, the air seemed to thicken. Each stroke was deliberate, creating a vast expanse of Tai Chi in the air, larger and more powerful than before. At that moment, the black dragon had fully formed, resembling a massive dark cloud that completely obscured the surrounding landscape. Wang Chao's Tai Chi surged forward.
The black dragon opened its mouth wide and charged at him, while Wang Chao's Tai Chi began to spin rapidly. It was uncertain which would prevail; both were unleashing their strongest techniques in a fierce clash. When the black dragon and Tai Chi met high in the sky, it was as if two nuclear bombs had collided, causing a tremendous shockwave that felt like an earthquake or a violent storm.
People within a hundred meters were directly swept away by the force of this ultimate strike. Many were turned to blood mist, their bodies unrecognizable. The black dragon and Tai Chi continued to collide in midair, both combatants focused on this confrontation. After about a minute, Wang Chao noticed his Tai Chi shattering piece by piece, while Zhang Fusheng's black dragon began to fade, on the verge of disappearing.
Just then, the black dragon seemed to experience a resurgence of power, breaking through Wang Chao's Tai Chi and charging toward him. Wang Chao's Tai Chi vanished without a trace. He quickly formed a shield with both hands, but the previous attack had nearly exhausted all his strength; the Golden Armor and shield were significantly weakened.
The black dragon roared as it lunged at Wang Chao. He felt a sweetness in his throat and darkness enveloped his vision as his shield shattered completely. His chest caved in deeply, bones protruding visibly; through his chest, one could see his heart beating frantically as he was sent flying hundreds of meters away into the crowd.
He collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness entirely.
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