Chapter 13337 The earthworm shakes the tree

Chapter 13337 The earthworm shakes the tree
In an instant, the entire world seemed to be distorted by this force, becoming illusory and distorted.

The moment Zhang Ruochen's figure touched the space cage, his speed suddenly slowed down, as if he was restrained by an invisible force.

Zhang Ruochen suddenly stopped, his body forced to stop by the layers of spatial force, as if he was locked tightly by invisible shackles.

At this moment, he was less than five meters away from Hun Wuxu, so close that he could almost feel the faint breath emanating from him. The tip of his gun trembled slightly in the air, almost touching the corner of Hun Wuxu's clothes, but he found that he could no longer move at all.

A deep despair and unwillingness spread in his heart. He knew that he was now under the absolute control of Hun Wuxu, and his life and death depended on the other party's thoughts. However, he did not want to give in. He wanted to fight for the belief and glory in his heart!

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly roared, his voice filled with endless anger and power. He held the spear in his hand and swept it violently, as if he wanted to destroy all the spatial forces that bound him.

boom!
The surrounding space suddenly trembled violently, as if it was hit by a powerful force. The originally solid space began to crack, and tiny cracks spread like a spider web.

Hun Wuxu looked at Zhang Ruochen quietly. There was no panic or tension in his eyes, but a hint of mockery and pity. He showed no sign of attacking, as if he was watching a trapped beast struggling in despair.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly leaped up, his figure drawing a graceful arc in the air. Holding a spear in his hand, he smashed down fiercely at Hun Wuxu from top to bottom, as if he wanted to pour out all his anger and unwillingness in this blow.

However, facing Zhang Ruochen's desperate attack, Hun Wuxu seemed unusually calm. He did not dodge, nor was he afraid at all. He just curled up a cold smile and let Zhang Ruochen's gun hit him hard with a whistling sound.

Under the focus of everyone's attention, Zhang Ruochen's shot was like a meteor accidentally knocked over by the gods, with a dazzling tail and endless sound of wind and thunder, with an arrogant attitude of "I will hit, you will fall", smashing straight into Hun Wuxu's head that looked ordinary but seemed to hide countless secrets.

boom!
The loud noise was like someone suddenly farting in a quiet library, except that the power of this "fart" was enough to shake the mountains and rivers.

The surrounding space seemed to be completely detonated at this moment. The violent tremors made everyone present feel the anger of nature. Even the air began to tremble, as if saying, "Hey, you can fight as you like, but don't tear down my old house!"

However, shockingly and with a hint of irony, nothing happened to Hun Wuxu. He still stood there, with his arms folded across his chest, a smile that said "Come on, come on, let's see what you can do to me", as if there was not even a trace of wind blowing. It was more like he was saying, "Young man, with your shooting skills, I'm afraid you can't even kill the guard dog at my door."

On the contrary, the moment Zhang Ruochen's spear touched Hun Wuxu, it was as if it had hit an invisible wall made up of countless complaints and taunts, and was directly bounced away. The posture and arc were just like a failed ballet, elegant yet a bit embarrassed.

The spear drew a long arc in the air, with a bit of reluctance and helplessness, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a deafening sound, as if to say: "I tried my best, really, I won't take the blame."

Zhang Ruochen's arm trembled violently due to the backlash of the attack. A gash appeared at the base of his palm. Blood gushed out like a liberated river, staining his palm red. It looked like he had just experienced a failed cooking show, except that the ingredient being "cooked" this time was himself.

Seeing this scene, everyone's faces darkened, as if a dark cloud was pressing down on their heads, and the atmosphere was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of them. They looked at each other, with shock and confusion intertwined in their eyes, as if they had suddenly seen the eighth wonder of the world, but they couldn't believe their eyes.

“Who… who is this?” They couldn’t help but wonder, their voices trembling slightly, as if they were frightened by the residual power of Zhang Ruochen’s attack.

You know, even those veterans who have been in the martial arts world for many years were terrified by the power of Zhang Ruochen's attack, as if it was a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, enough to smash all obstacles in its way.

However, Hun Wuxu was like a hermit strolling in the garden, easily blocking the attack. His figure was as steady as a mountain, and there was even a faint smile on his face, as if to say: "Oh? This is your full-strength attack? It's nothing more than this."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were also full of disbelief. He stared at Hun Wuxu with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to pop his eyeballs out. There was shock and unwillingness in his eyes, just like a scholar who went to take the imperial examination with full confidence, but found that there was a big "X" on his test paper.

He stared at Hun Wuxu intently, as if he wanted to imprint the other person's figure deeply in his mind so that he could relive this "incredible duel" over and over again in the future.

He thought to himself, "When did Hun Wuxu become so powerful? Is he really a hidden master? Or have I, Zhang Ruochen, been living like a dog all these years?"

He couldn't believe what he saw. Hun Wuxu, whom he once regarded as a strong rival, could so easily withstand his full-strength attack.

It felt like an adventurer who opened a treasure chest with great anticipation, only to find that it was actually filled with a pile of scrap metal. The feeling of loss and helplessness instantly surged into his heart, making him want to beat his chest and stamp his feet.

How is it possible? Zhang Ruochen kept repeating this sentence in his heart as if being hammered. His heart was like a surging sea, filled with unwilling waves and confused fog.

He had clearly mobilized all his strength, every muscle was roaring, every nerve was tense, but why was he still like an ant trying to shake a tree, unable to shake the seemingly easy but actually indestructible mountain of Hun Wuxu?

The field fell into deathly silence. Even the wind seemed to be frightened by the heavy atmosphere and hid away. Not even a breath was dared.

The geniuses of the Demon Suppression Mansion on the battlefield, those guys who were usually high-spirited and arrogant, were all silent at this moment.