C781 Resurgence

The fist wind assaulted his face, pressing towards Ling Yun, Ling Yun's long hair fluttered, her pale face was a field of calmness, her eyes were filled with a cold and murderous intent.

"One punch!"

Ling Yun's expression was calm as he spoke indifferently.

"Haha, you truly know your own limits. You know that I can defeat you with a single punch!" The youth laughed loudly as he waved his fist. The corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer as he said in a low voice:

"Didn't the current you just get rid of the title of trash and become a genius? "I've never fought against a genius before. The feeling of beating up a genius must be amazing!"

In his eyes, there was madness and satisfaction.

Not talking much with this brainless youth, Ling Yun shook his head. Such a character, could he actually become a heaven's pride expert? He raised his fist like a lightning bolt and met the attack with an ordinary punch.

"Just stubbornly resisting!" The youth sneered, the two fists collided together, and his face abruptly went pale as he felt a fierce surge of enormous strength surge over.

However, it was already too late for him to retreat. He felt regret in his heart, and resentment rose within him.

Puff.

Kacha! The sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by a blood-curdling screech. The youngster's face contorted, and his face was filled with pain as his body was sent flying backward.

Everyone could see that a ghastly white skeleton was protruding from his arm, and blood was continuously flowing out of the wound.

"This!"

The people in the audience stared blankly at the arena, their eyes filled with disbelief. How was this possible? He was clearly heavily injured, yet he had overdrawn all of his strength. How could he still have such strength when at the end of his tether?

One punch was enough to send a Half-step Martial Master flying. It was as miserable as one could imagine.

However, right now, they didn't have any sympathy for the weak. There were only feelings of satisfaction. That young man had brought this upon himself, and had brought about his own humiliation.

However, under everyone's respectful gaze, Ling Yun's body trembled slightly, and a trickle of blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing that Ling Yun was not completely unharmed, the youths on the high platform all heaved a sigh of relief. If after the fierce battle with the barbarian a quarter of an hour ago he was able to send a half step into the Martial Master realm and everything was fine, they would have found it hard to accept.

Of course, many people could see that it was not that disgusting youth that injured Ling Yun just now, but rather, it was that youth who had made a move just now whose already injured body had suffered a concussion.

Ling Yun reached out to wipe the blood trail from the corner of his mouth, and a helpless and bitter smile appeared on his face. Half a quarter of an hour later, his body was far from recovering from his injuries.

The powerful healing and killing abilities of the Holy Light was not only related to one's cultivation, but also the ability to absorb and refine Holy Flame.

More accurately speaking, the Holy Light came from the Holy Flame, under conditions where the cultivation level was sufficient, the stronger the Holy Flame, the stronger the Holy Light!

However, the Holy Flame came from the sun, and the biting cold winter had just passed, so the snow had not completely melted yet. It was rare to see such a bright sun in the sky, so how strong could the Holy Flame he refined be?

Sighing lightly, Ling Yun looked at the surprised judge and asked: Judge, it's about time to announce the result!

"Ah?" "Oh!" The judge was startled, he laughed bitterly and nodded his head, then his loud voice spread across the entire competition grounds, "The challenger is defeated, Ling Yun wins!"

"Aooo!"

Howling wolves sounded out, causing the entire plaza to be filled with cheers. As for the young man who challenged Ling Yun, no one paid any attention to him as he laid on the stage.