Fight - 370

The space surrounding them shattered and began to peel back, but neither Zhou Fan nor Ying Xiong moved back an inch.

Without pause, they threw out a volley of punches, numbering millions every single second.

It was hard to even describe how much the space surrounding them was suffering from their fight.

Blood began to appear on both of their fists. Although Zhou Fan's body talent was great, it was not nearly as incredible as his other talents.

As for Ying Xiong, his body talent was equal to his other talents. Due to that, both were evenly matched. Of course, that was only because Zhou Fan had lowered his realm, which had also lowered his physical strength.

After an entire minute of constant punching, both Ying Xiong and Zhou Fan's arms were destroyed. Their fists did not even exist, and all that remained of their forearms were bloody bones and pieces of meat.

Still, neither stopped punching. For people like them, willpower came naturally in the form of superiority.

Although he was below Zhou Fan, Ying Xiong was above everyone else. How could someone like that feel pain? It was not very logical, but nobody would question it.

After nearly 20 minutes of constant punches, both men finally pulled back. Their arms were no more.

Although they were visibly healing, it was going very slow without Qi. It would likely take up to a year. 

Zhou Fan was forced to cancel his Anti Qi zone, and his arms instantly healed.

Ying Xiong's arms similarly healed in an instant.

Though it cost a large amount of Qi to heal so instantly, both men were very willing to do it. As for the healing techniques they had used, of course they had them.

Ying Xiong used a fully powered cosmic buddha's palm with layers, and a large amount of fiend Qi burst out of Zhou Fan's body.

Pangu's eyes immediately focused much harder than before.

Fiend Qi swirled around Zhou Fan's body and formed a giant in the middle of a smacking motion.

Ying Xiong's cosmic buddha's palm was on a different trajectory, so the giant's smack landed on Ying Xiong at the same moment that Ying Xiong's cosmic buddha's palm landed on Zhou Fan.

Ying Xiong shielded himself with a golden bell, and Zhou Fan sneered.

He instantly disappeared, the giant made of fiend Qi replaced his body and collided with the buddha's palm.

Zhou Fan had appeared right in front of Ying Xiong's bell and punched out, his body enhanced with Qi.

Ying Xiong's eyes widened as the fist collided and his bell was sent flying away, multiple cracks covering it.

It took an instant for Ying Xiong to understand what had happened. He immediately locked down the space around him, but Zhou Fan was far away holding a giant flaming arrow in his hand.

The giant flaming arrow had water wrapped around it in a spiral, wind forming a current below it, and earth hardening its tip.

"Four elements arrow." Zhou Fan said as he threw it with all of his strength.

Ying Xiong was unable to react to the arrow's speed and his bell was pierced. Luckily, his defenses weren't so easily defeated.

The arrow had pierced through the bell's wall, but stopped a few inches from Ying Xiong's face.

Ying Xiong dispersed the bell, causing the arrow to fall down and dissipate.

Zhou Fan and Ying Xiong stood in space, silently staring at each other.

"I'm curious." Zhou Fan said. "What is that technique called? The one with the rotating stars." Zhou Fan asked.

"The cosmic support art. It has no offensive or defensive properties itself, but it will enhance any technique it is used with, though it usually takes a lot of practice to be able to use it with another technique." Ying Xiong explained.

"Interesting." Zhou Fan said as metal Qi began to wrap around his body in a spiral motion.

"I suppose you truly are worth me going all out. Get ready." Zhou Fan said as he finally completely stopped holding back, ignoring Chaos Qi and his divine physique.

Zhou Fan blurred and immediately disappeared. When he reappeared, his hand was grabbing at Ying Xiong's face. Ying Xiong hurriedly released a blast of fire Qi, propelling him away, but Zhou Fan's hand turned into two fingers and pointed at Ying Xiong.

Ying Xiong quickly covered himself with his bell technique.

In an instant, a sword tip that seemed like the yellow piercing sword finger appeared in between Ying Xiong's eyebrows.

It had pierced the bell instantly, although it had slowed down quite a bit.

Ying Xiong moved his head, but the left side was instantly pierced through. Luckily, it had missed the brain.

Zhou Fan did not relent. His finger and thumb opened, and giant hand made of metal Qi appeared and pinched at Ying Xiong.

Ying Xiong was instantly caught and his body began to get crushed.

He barely escaped by using teleportation, but surprisingly, just moments later, the hand appeared in the same place and pinched down again.

Ying Xiong tried to teleport away, but Zhou Fan locked down space this time. As his body was being crushed, Ying Xiong used his last resort.

Zhou Fan watched as buddha statues began to appear on the metal hand like a rash. The Buddha statues were surrounded by rotating stars and began to corrode the metal hand.

For a moment, the hand weakend and Ying Xiong escaped. As he turned around, all he saw was Zhou Fan right in front of him, coldly staring into his eyes, palm stretched out.

"Buddha's palm." Zhou Fan said.

A giant buddha's palm appeared in space, and Ying Xiong's body was instantly broken.

The next thing he knew, he had woken up on a platform, all the members of the cosmic sect surrounding him.

"Are you okay?" Some of them asked.

Ying Xiong simply laid there, his limbs spread out, and began to slowly laugh.

The members of the cosmic sect, including Pangu, Hei Ren, Feng Liu, and Lu Zhong slowly backed away. They had never seen Ying Xiong like this.

Soon, Ying Xiong's laugh was loud enough for the entire galaxy to hear.

"I admit it." He said quietly to himself.