Chapter 427. Hero of the Murim (2)
"What the hell... is that?"
It was overwhelming.
Too many things had happened in an instant.
There had been countless unbelievable moments, like a severed arm reattaching itself, but the onlookers dismissed them as hallucinations. Everything was too surreal.
More than that, the battle hadn’t moved at a pace the human eye could follow.
From the moment the battle entered the Extremity Realm, the onlookers stopped trying to follow the action. They could only catch fleeting glimpses when the clash happened to pass through the narrow point their eyes were already focused on.
BANG!
"Ugh!"
"Agh!"
Their heads jerked back violently as if their necks had snapped.
This was no longer a martial arts battle. Not even a proper fight. There were no techniques, just bare fists.
Compared to the divine might they had shown earlier, this fight seemed almost insignificant. However, strangely, they couldn't look away.