Waiting for the verdict

Blossoming fighting intent burst out from Mo Ling's eyes as he forcibly braced himself with his left foot. The massive inertia forced his supporting leg to buckle slightly, before a crack rang out; something seemed to have been dislocated. Nevertheless, he had managed to stop the backward force.

In an instant, he forcibly reined in the chaotic energies in his body, before converging his Soul Power again. Taking advantage of the rebounding tremors formed by his forceful braking, his palms drew mysterious arcs in the air.

Mo School —— Cloud Pushing Palm!

He had unleashed another ultimate combat technique. However, this time, he had ended up in a more miserable state. The multiple layers of illusionary clouds formed by his palm imprints were penetrated by the bloody ray of light as though they didn't even exist in the first place.

BANG!!

Crack crack crack crack!