Final Winner

Li Yao's words made vigilance arise in Lu Tieshan's heart as he excited his energy to the limit. At this moment, he did not plan to dodge, on the contrary, he chose to close the distance between himself and Zhao Tianchong before fiercely colliding into him. At the same time, he ruthlessly launched a kicked, forcing back the right hand of Zhao Tianchong with which he planned to unsheathe the sword.

"Clang!"

Under Zhao Tianchong's momentarily lapse, he actually failed to unsheathe the sword.

"Boom!"

Zhao Tianchong, who had been powerfully hit by Lu Tieshan, flew ten meters back in the blink of an eye and crashed into a huge piece of rock.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

There were still four swords aimed at Lu Tieshan. However, they didn't strike the vital points. So, he still retained 90% of his battle force.

Almost at the same time, the two leaders, ignoring their injuries, straightened up their necks and shouted:

"Attack!"