Crack!
"Ahhhhh!"
Wang Lao's arms were instantly broken, the sound extremely clear.
With seemingly ordinary arms, Meng Chuan effortlessly pressed against his chest.
"Pffff—"
A mouthful of old blood spewed three yards away, and even with Meng Chuan holding back, this old Grandmaster's chest collapsed three inches and he was thrown far into the sky.
After a long while, he crashed heavily outside the arena marked by Cui Yunyu.
Rumble!
The vast palm force penetrated the old Grandmaster's body and channeled into the ground, carving a ten-mile-long trench on Dragon Pond Island, with dust swirling and stones flying.
"Damn, this young guy!"
"One move and he's out... are young people nowadays all this fierce? Or are we just too old..."
"He seemed to only use the strength of his body, too terrifying!"
The old Grandmasters below the stage were utterly stunned.
