Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme-Chapter 1514 - 1350: Who Is Stronger?

"The Seventy-two Split Sky Palm, one palm after another, like an unending flood, with each palm's power stacking, until the final palm, almost shattering heaven and earth, how will Lin Mo handle this?"

In the arena, fierce handprints filled the sky, like a giant oar stirring the ocean-like True Yuan, bursting shockwaves of True Yuan, causing the light shrouding the arena to ripple, along with the solid ground of the arena extending several cracks.

Lin Mo, engulfed in the shadows of the palms, naturally could feel the sharp wind from the palms, with each palm's power greater than the last.

Teng Yi held nothing back, wanting to quickly settle this opponent, Lin Mo, maintaining a good state to face the next battle.

Thus, in everyone's eyes, Lin Mo seemed almost crushed by Teng Yi with an overwhelming advantage, beaten into a 'continuous retreat.'

"Heavenly Rank Martial Arts, truly extraordinary, if cultivated to Great Success, it might rival intermediate Heavenly Rank Martial Arts."

Lin Mo's gaze was fiery, thinking secretly, constantly countering the overwhelming handprints with Hard Fist, the sound of explosions echoed through the valley, like weapons clashing, bursting out waves of explosive sound.

Now, Lin Mo's martial arts weaknesses were apparent, in his past life he primarily focused on Magic, and only in a relatively backward Cultivation Planet, unlike the Mystic Realm Sect, which rewarded Heavenly Rank Martial Arts to Outer Disciples.

It was evident, for Teng Yi, the Master who bestowed him Heavenly Rank Martial Arts valued him greatly, previously in the Seven Sects Teng Yi was hidden, just to shine brightly today.

"I will not become a stepping stone for your fame." Lin Mo gritted his steel teeth, his fist covered in frost, roared out, the powerful and cold True Yuan condensed on the surface of his fist, colliding with Teng Yi's handprints, instantly dispersing True Yuan and cold energy.

Teng Yi's use of Heavenly Rank Martial Arts, plus a cultivation level at High-level Galaxy Level, Lin Mo's True Yuan and cold energy couldn't even penetrate inside them, already shattered by the other's fierce True Yuan.

Now, it highlighted the importance of martial arts, revealing Lin Mo's martial arts shortcomings, in his past life the strongest martial arts he got was 'Heavenly Reversal Nine Swords,' just unable to enter 'Spirit Martial' realm, cultivate Martial Arts Laws, unable to exert the greatest power of martial arts.

Within less than a minute, the two had clashed dozens of times.

Teng Yi's pupils burned like flames, with a forward charge momentum, making his handprint power increasingly strong, yet simultaneously, surprised at Lin Mo's ability to withstand so many hand techniques without defeat.

"You are impressive, able to withstand so many of my handprints, but the Sky Splitting Palm exhibited to the utmost rivals intermediate Heavenly Rank Martial Arts, now is your chance to concede!"

Amidst combat, Teng Yi shouted loudly.

"If you want me to concede, defeat me first." Lin Mo's lips curled into a cold smile, hidden beneath his clothes on his chest, several red patterns emerged, drawing a beast head image, emanating a faint red glow.

The Star Wheel Universe Map was simultaneously unleashed to the extreme, cold and dense True Yuan spread like ocean water throughout his body.

"Alright, then I'll fight until you concede."

Teng Yi shouted, his hand techniques transforming limitlessly, once more slapping towards Lin Mo, the fierce True Yuan pushing the surrounding air into a distorted state.

The watching disciples widened their eyes, witnessing the battling figures in the arena, their eyes filled with intense astonishment, this astonishment and shock stemmed from this competition spawning two dark horses.

Teng Yi was an old disciple of the Seven Sects, usually acting very low-key, a mediocre character, even the earlier group stages were challenging for him, only just breaking through to clinch the group stage championship.

But now, the power Teng Yi exhibited was indeed shocking, it seemed during the group stages, Teng Yi deliberately concealed his strength.

"Seventieth Palm..."

As everyone's astonishment persisted, Teng Yi's figure leapt upward, his hand condensing with jade-like luster, like a high-grade treasure, glazing jade brilliance, containing substantial True Yuan stirring the heavens, slapping fiercely towards Lin Mo.

Facing this palm, Lin Mo's eyes revealed a hint of fear, crossing his arms to block in front, the handprint slammed into his arms, an immense force surged within him, feeling as if it collided with a Mountain.

His figure explosively retreated onto the arena, his feet like swords, directly sinking into the stone slabs several inches, spreading a circle of spider-web-like cracks.

"Seventy-first Palm!"

As Lin Mo landed, a whistling sound from the sky arose, evidently, Teng Yi had no intent to relent, aiming to resolve this formidable adversary in one go.

Bang!

Another explosive sound resonated, Lin Mo's legs trapped in the ground were like iron plows, forcefully carving out two deep grooves on the sturdy portion of the arena.

"Seventy-second Palm!"

Teng Yi's eyes held exceedingly resolute determination, his talent not high, lacking a deep family background, but with unmatched, thousands of times more effort than ordinary individuals, only then attaining today's strength.

His right palm entirely turned jade-colored, radiating cold sharpness like a palm-knife crashing towards Lin Mo, the 'Seventy-two Split Sky Palm' each stronger than the previous, cultivated to the peak Seventy-second palm enough to rival intermediate Heavenly Rank Martial Arts, even a Star Lake Level expert dared not to withstand Teng Yi's palm.

The fierce palm wind disturbed all surrounding True Yuan, transforming into a violent hurricane, threatening to tear apart heaven and earth.

"Hmm?" Even the always indifferent Duanmu Jinglin, upon witnessing this palm's power, his originally calm face displayed a slight change "This guy's concealment runs deep."

"Moon Worship Fist!"

Facing Teng Yi's strongest strike, a gleam flashed deep within Lin Mo's eyes, his True Yuan rapidly amassing in his right arm, the entire arm instantly enveloped in frost, then, a wave of cold energy spread, fiercely pounding towards the hurricane like a roaring serpent.

The dazzling fist luster, like a sharp blade, repeatedly splintered the hurricane, the outward-expanding power relentlessly struck against the light barrier, as the fist and hurricane's eyewall handprint clashed, the world suddenly fell silent.

Moments later, the entire arena suddenly sank downwards, with the two as the center, extending several deep cracks towards the edges, forming a giant pit, followed by an invisible wave spreading, impacting the arena's edge's arc-shaped light barrier, which instantly cracked into golden pieces, dissipating into the heavens.

This sight caused many 'Big Shots' on the viewing platform to widen their eyes simultaneously, this fierce combat surprised them, more thrilling than even the final matches of previous years.

Everyone's gaze simultaneously focused on the arena engulfed in rolling smoke, the mountain wind slowly sweeping through, the smoke and dust gradually dissipating.

The blurred figures of the two finally emerged into everyone's sight.