Chapter 221: This Is the Power of the Immortal Sect
Chapter 221: This Is the Power of the Immortal Sect
Since there were only three people in team Disaster, Immortal Sect drew lots to pick three competitors last night.
Coincidentally, father and son, Wang Zhixing and Wang Jiajun were chosen. The third person was Ma Dong.
At the venue.
Wang Jiajun took a step forward when he saw Daimon Kogoro rushing over.
"Uncle Ma Dong, leave this muscle brute to me," Wang Jiajun said confidently.
"Then I’ll take care of this young man." Ma Dong laughed.
The rest of the people sat down cross-legged and looked as if they were watching a show. They didn’t seem nervous at all.
Soon, Wang Jiajun and Daimon Kogoro met.
As they shook hands, their knuckles cracked loudly like jagged gladiators.
Daimon Kogoro clenched his teeth tightly. His face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot. His veins bulged as though they were about to explode.
On the other hand, Wang Jiajun had a relaxed look on his face, smiling happily.
Presently, Daimon Kogoro was utterly shocked.
He felt like he was facing a mountain instead of a person.
No matter how hard he tried, Daimon Kogoro could not move his hand at all.
Wang Jiajun laughed. "Your strength is useless."
Although he was not fluent in the language, Daimon Kogoro understood what he was saying.
He was furious.
If my physical strength is useless, I have to use my trump card.
Therefore, he immediately used a secret technique passed down in his family, which was also a Body Tempering Technique.
Three breaths later, a powerful aura gushed out from his body.
Daimon Kogoro’s body suddenly changed, turning into a black stone-like giant.
From afar, Daimon Kogoro and Wang Jiajun looked like an adult and a toddler.
Everyone’s hearts were stuck in their throats.
They had seen how terrifying the giant Daimon Kogoro was.
His strength was comparable to a Connate expert. Killing a Grandmaster was as easy as crushing an ant for him.
The Patriarchs were also extremely nervous.
"This power is interesting, but it’s still too weak." Wang Jiajun chuckled.
He twisted his body like an Olympic hammer thrower and easily flung Daimon Kogoro.
Then, Wang Jiajun tapped his foot lightly on the ground, and his body instantly turned blurry.
An afterimage flashed past the audience, and Wang Jiajun appeared above Daimon Kogoro in a strange manner.
It was as though a white Crane flapped its wings, raised its right leg, and stomped down.
Bang!
Daimon Kogoro’s huge body bounced like a rubber ball as it landed heavily onto the ground.
A huge pit appeared on the ground that was made of high-strength material.
There was chaos in the audience. They were all extremely shocked.
In the VIP seats, the Patriarchs’ mouths were agape and wide-eyed with disbelief.
"This… This is the strength of the Immortal Sect?" The Patriarchs seemed to be at a loss. They felt their martial arts to be inferior, as though all their hard work had been in vain throughout their entire lives.
Presently, Daimon Kogoro was blasted into the ground. He could no longer fight. His aura weakened, and his body slowly returned to its original size.
After his battle was settled, Wang Jiajun returned to the main team and became a quiet spectator.
On the other side…
The battle between Ma Dong and Himura Kenshin was at its climax.