Chương 1516: Has He Been Possessed by the God of Misfortune? (2)

Boom!

Jiang Chenxi was hit by the palm and crashed onto the ground. Blood seeped down the corners of her mouth, her black long hair a mess. She looked miserable, and had no choice but to admit defeat.

Sawyer returned to Zone 1's platform indifferently.

"Raging Gale Palm!" the Second Prince exclaimed.

"Raging Gale Palm?" Wang Teng muttered and stared at the latter.

"It's a battle technique of the Rodriguez family that's only passed down to their members. Indeed, it's very powerful," said the former with a smile. "However, the technique is extremely hard to learn. Enlightenment is paramount. Normal people can never cultivate it to a high level."

Wang Teng nodded in deep thought.

On Zone 2's stone platform—Jiang Weisheng, who was in third place's seat, didn't look so good. Only two members of the Jiang family were left in the top five hundred; the rest had been eliminated. Since his sister was out of the picture, he was the only one left.