Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Shang Yuming pressed his advantage relentlessly, giving Chen Qing no breathing room. His fists alternated in bombardment, each punch like beating a drum, each wave like a mountain collapse!

"Third wave!"

"Fourth wave!"

"Fifth wave!"

Each one more turbulent than the last, each layer more domineering than the previous!

Deep blue waves nearly submerged half the Martial Arts Field. The terrifying oppressive feeling made the watching crowd's breathing freeze. Even True Origin late-stage experts had to continuously retreat.

Chen Qing's figure moved and dodged among the towering waves, the Jingzhe Spear in his hand rotating through different spear intents.

"Clang!" "Bang!" "Boom!"

Deafening collision sounds continued without end, qi force scattering like brilliant fireworks.