Liu Changyun couldn't believe his eyes. Zhao Feng was getting back up? He had just used his full strength, yet this brat wasn't dead? What on earth is he made of?
In the surrounding stands, the Alliance Hierarchs from the various continents were utterly shocked. The reputation of the Thunder Fist was truly terrifying. Even they wouldn't have been able to take that punch head-on without moving. Yet this young man not only survived but had also managed to force himself back to his feet.
"Old fool," Zhao Feng sneered, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You think someone like you is worthy of the War God's personal attention?"
He had barely finished speaking when a host of strange auras suddenly filled the air. Within a radius of several dozen feet, the air instantly grew still. Zhao Feng's body then became like a vortex, furiously absorbing the surrounding energies. At the same time, the aura emanating from him began to soar at a terrifying rate.
