บท 342: The Second Epic Showdown

Ao Wushuang's second punch was stronger than his first one. It was as strong as an attack by a Lv 8 True Spirit Realm martial artist.

In others' eyes, there would be only two possible outcomes for Su Mo.

Either he would be seriously injured, and thus the battle would end, or the battle would end with him being sent flying out of the ring.

Whatever the outcome was, Su Mo would definitely lose!

In the next second, the audience saw four steams of sharp sword Qi smash against the huge fist radiance.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Sword Qi and fist radiance destroyed each other, and a poweful blast of air swept out in all directions.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Four figures of Su Mo were stopped for a second and then knocked back dozens of steps.

"How's that possible?"

"Su Mo blocked the attack and only was pushed back a few dozen steps!"

"Unbelievable! His three avatars were not illusions, but real attacks!"

"..."