“Domain—The Suppression of the Wind.”

A snap kick was just a slight trampling, as if all Feng Han's efforts and hopes in the first half of his life were trampled under his feet.

A green aperture completely suppressed the irritable Fist Nine Palaces. Wherever it came, the majestic column of magma fire that was about to gush was pressed back down from the ground.

This kick seemed to suppress the heaven and earth. The powerful fire elements around it were all rebellious. The Jiugong, the Fist, without successor, seemed so pale and powerless in front of Zhaohua's higher-level realm.

The injected courage, perseverance, and even the Nine Palaces of Fierce Fist that are infused with life are just a matter of someone else’s kick.

"This...is the power of the domain...ah."

Even Jiang Heping, who was the referee, couldn't help but sigh. The reality was far more realistic and cruel than reading novels. The power of the domain was powerful, and even the irritable fire system could not be broken through. This was originally the strongest power of the high-level.

Unless a natural species like Mu Ningxue or a summoner with elemental monsters like Zhaohua, it is almost impossible to master the realm in the intermediate level.

Zhaohua's stepping down not only suppressed the Nine Palaces of Fierce Fist, but also bent down with the flow, lunge, and prepare momentum, waiting for the start.

With a thud, the floor was trampled, and the fragments of the broken stone were blown away by the wind pressure of the Fan Feng coat on Zhaohua's body, which was extremely fast. The wind system is not the fire system or the thunder system. The most powerful thing about the wind system is speed, or close combat ability.

Zhaohua's green afterimage cuts apart all the rolling smoke and dust brought by the Nine Palaces of Fierce Fist, turning into a green divine wind to approach Feng Han. There is no need to attack, just a collision, you can knock Feng Han who is close to the edge out and win.

Feng Han, who has exhausted his mental power from seven holes, has no ability to fight back. He is even difficult to stand now. In a shaky state, even the magic tool may not be able to be used.

The winner has been decided.

Just when Zhao Hua was five meters away from Feng Han, not taking a distance of half a second, Feng Han, who had already turned white, suddenly smiled and said, "Space rhythm—rift."

A space crack that could be eaten by Zhaohua suddenly opened up as if Zhaohua was about to send a sheep into the tiger's mouth, and rushed into the space channel full of wind, trap!

Jiang Heping was shocked! He didn't even notice this!! Jiang Heping was right to practice the summoning system, but the summoning system had little to do with mental power. He did not practice mental power, and he did not notice a crack for a while, and thought that there was such a reversal.

"Oh my God! Where did the spatial rhythm come from - cracks, when did Feng Han use it!!"

"Hold the grass!! The ultimate reversal!?"

No one knew that this was the trap set by Feng Han secretly in front of him when Zhaohua and Feng Han first collided with the Fierce Fist Earth Demon and Feng Pan Luotian. He knew that Zhaohua had a wind system and had a certain chance of rushing towards him not using the wind plate, which would trigger the effect of cracks and swallow Zhao Hua in.

Zhaohua, who has the wind system, will not be killed by the wind so easily, but victory must be yourself. This is the benefit of trap-like magic. As long as you use it, even if you die, the magic will still run and take effect.

When Deng Le saw the rhythm of space - the crack, his eyes showed a look of sadness, and he shook his head and said to himself: "Only this kind of thing can be used to unconsciously drag everyone around him into it, making people bruised all over his body."

Feng Han’s four years of lurking efforts are less than Zhao Hua’s less than two years of cultivation. Moreover, this is not Zhao Hua’s full strength. The gap is so big that even if it is broken, it cannot fill the barrier.

Papa, when the needle was so quiet that it was heard, Zhaohua's walking sound seemed so clear. Zhaohua walked to the edge of the arena, squatted down and looked at Feng Han, who had already cried into tears, and asked sincerely.
Chapter completed!