The years when I would transform

Wang Xiao's figure shuttled through the air like a ghost, and every step was precise and accurate, as if he had merged with the space itself. He suddenly appeared in front of the White Feather Tribe's Tianjiao, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and the corners of his mouth curled up with an unruly smile.

"It's rude not to reciprocate. Take my punch and show me where the pride of your White Feather Clan lies!"

Before he finished his words, Wang Xiao's fist had already blasted out like lightning, with a whistling wind and a force that could crush everything in his way, heading straight for the face of the genius of the Baiyu clan.

Upon seeing this, the genius of the White Feather Clan's face changed slightly, but he immediately calmed down, flapped his wings violently, and retreated violently. At the same time, he crossed his hands in front of his chest, condensing a white light to form an indestructible shield.

"boom!"

Wang Xiao punched the shield, and the two forces collided violently in the air, causing a deafening noise. The shock wave spread out from the two people, blowing the surrounding trees to the ground and causing dust to fly.

The seemingly indestructible shield was like paper and shattered in an instant under Wang Xiao's fist.

Wang Xiao's fist continued to advance forward with unstoppable force, heading straight for the chest of the genius of the Baiyu clan.

The face of the genius of the Baiyu clan changed drastically. He never expected that Wang Xiao's strength was so strong. He was a little flustered for a moment.

But as the pride of the Baiyu clan, how could he give up so easily?

He turned his body sharply, and with the help of the power of Wang Xiao's fist, he reversed his offensive. At the same time, he stomped his feet on the ground and shot towards Wang Xiao like an arrow, trying to use offense as defense and turn defeat into victory.

"It's quite interesting. He is indeed a genius. He can even fight back." Wang Xiao still had the leisure to praise him. Then the energy in his body surged, and it seemed as if the sounds of dragons and tigers roared around him, and his momentum instantly climbed to the peak.

"Come on, come on, try to take my punch again - Seven Wounds Fist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the muscles in Wang Xiao's arms tensed and a faint purple aura condensed on his fists. It was a reflection of the perfect fusion of the energy in his body and the "Seven Injury Fist", a Chinese martial arts training method.

The Seven Injury Fist was something Wang Xiao learned from Kongtong Sect with a thick face. This style of boxing emphasizes seven different forces in one punch, including hard and fierce, feminine and soft, hard with soft, soft with hard, sideways, straight, and inward.

This boxing style can only be practiced by those who have achieved great energy. Otherwise, with each level of practice, one's internal organs will suffer an additional level of damage, the so-called "seven injuries", which actually means hurting oneself first and then the enemy.

However, as the Earth entered the era of evolutionary civilization, this ancient form of boxing was improved and no longer hurt oneself.

A powerful punch was thrown out, accompanied by a low dragon roar. Wang Xiao's fist, with the power to destroy the world, cut through the air again and blasted towards the approaching genius of the Baiyu clan at an incredible angle.

This punch was not only incredibly fast, but also contained a determination and domineering force that was enough to injure the enemy by 70% and hurt oneself by 30%. Of course, the 30% self-injury no longer existed, but the principle of boxing was still there.

The pupils of the genius of the Baiyu clan suddenly shrank. He could feel the terrifying power contained in this punch, which was far greater than before.

But the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He gritted his teeth, and his wings trembled again. The white light around him became even brighter. He tried to reinforce the broken shield and use the momentum to increase his speed in an attempt to withstand Wang Xiao's shocking punch.

"boom!"

There was another earth-shaking roar, and the two forces clashed fiercely again, but this time the result was completely different.

Wang Xiao's "Seven Injury Fist" was too powerful. This punch was like entering an empty space, smashing all obstacles and hitting the chest of the White Feather Clan. In an instant, a cloud of blood mist appeared out of thin air. This was not the White Feather Clan's blood escape...

Instead, the Baiyu people were blasted into a bloody mist.

It was so unexpected and so brutal.

It was so unexpected that even the Holy Son and his companions were unable to react.

It was so brutal that the clothes of the Baiyu people were nowhere to be found, and their clothes and bodies were blown into mist.

This ending not only shocked the Son of God and the Holy Daughter, but also caused a brief silence in the live broadcast room.

"Is this... the Tianjiao Club?" A netizen from the universe raised the question. In his understanding, the evolvers in the Tianjiao Club are all invincible strongmen. How could they be turned into a bloody mist by a single punch?

Even if we lose, we have to lose with dignity. How come it's like this?

"Although the realms of the geniuses of each race are the same, their strengths are different." Another kind-hearted netizen answered.

Many netizens still didn’t understand the answers from the netizens above. At this time, a netizen from the Yanhuang ethnic group posted a comment.

"The Huaxia National Football Team and the Atingen National Football Team are both national teams, but can the strength of the two teams be the same?"

After he posted this comment, countless Chinese netizens instantly understood what was going on.

The level of China's national football team is not only known to people all over the world, but now it is known to people all over the universe, because a universal ordinary people football friendly match was held not long ago.

Because Huaxia is the leader of the Yanhuang people, I was fortunate enough to be invited to participate, but...

Fuck!

直接打破2024年傲人的0比7战绩，直接创造了0：21的足坛神话……

So, although they are both geniuses, the gap between them is still obvious.

Just like Wang Xiao’s battle against the White Feather Clan now…

The Holy Son watched helplessly as his tribesmen were beaten to pieces. He was so angry that he shouted, "You little thief, you are so brave."

Wang Xiao said without even turning his head, "Not only am I brave, my kidneys are even better. I will capture your saint and make her my maid."

The Saint of the White Feather Clan had never suffered such an insult before. She was so angry that white mist and energy emerged from her whole body. However, she endured it and did not take action.

"Holy Son, kill him."

The Saint spoke, her voice chilling to the bone, and she asked the Son of God to kill Wang Xiao.

"It's just a backward race. Why use a butcher knife to kill it? Saint Son, let us kill him." Before the Saint Son could respond, two members of the White Feather tribe had already stepped over several people and rushed towards Wang Xiao.

"If one can't do it, send two. How about the four of you come together?" Wang Xiao saw the two people rushing over and waved to the Son of God and the Holy Daughter, signaling them to come together.

The Holy Son and the Holy Daughter did not take action. They also wanted their fellow tribesmen to test Wang Xiao's strength to see if Wang Xiao was really a rare talent as Long Zekun said.

Before participating in the Tianjiao Conference, the elders of the Baiyu Clan had repeatedly warned the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter not to become enemies with Wang Xiao, and even spent a lot of money to hire members of the tribe to make Wang Xiao violate the rules of the Tianjiao Conference.

Unfortunately, Wang Xiao did not fall into the trap, so the elders of the Baiyu tribe offered a high commission again, asking the Gong people to test the depth of Wang Xiao's strength. The Gong people were indeed stubborn and died after trying...

The shameless Frevogon waved his hand and sucked the jade token of the White Feather member that had been blasted into a bloody mist, and absorbed the energy imprint in it.

"Old Wang, I'll keep this jade token for now."