Chapter 6094: Defeat Him
A Universe Master at the Seventh Tribulation level could unleash a divine power of up to twenty million.
If it werenât for the limitations of the Northern Spacetime, it could be even stronger.
âThis Broly is really tough. Despite such intense attacks, his divine power hasnât diminished!â Shang couldnât help but exclaim. âIs the path of transformation he cultivates really that powerful?â
At this moment, the others also realized that despite Broly being continuously beaten, his divine power hadnât decreased.
On the contrary, it was continually getting stronger.
By now, Wu Zuoâs power had begun to wane.
He had been fighting with all his might for more than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, yet the battle was still unresolved.
This was somewhat unusual.
âShould I go help him?â Wutian, sensing something was amiss, glanced at Zhen Ling, seeking approval from this nominal leader.
Zhen Ling took a deep breath, growing impatient, and waved his hand, signaling, âGo ahead, itâs a good opportunity for you to practice as well!â
âWait!â Jian Wushuang stopped Wutian from making a move and turned to Zhen Ling, saying, âItâs no use sending more people now.â
This was because Brolyâs divine power had changed once again.
It had already matched Wu Zuoâs.
8 million!
And now, it was no longer a one-sided crush.
Broly was counterattacking.
Wu Zuo was even starting to struggle, his divine power steadily decreasing.
He was being surpassed by Broly.
Boom!
Caught off guard, Brolyâs punch landed on Wu Zuoâs face, sending him crashing into the mountains.
Climbing out from the frozen, rigid rubble, Wu Zuo felt a pang of panic.
Just moments ago, he could easily dodge Brolyâs punches, but now he couldnât avoid them. Moreover, the power behind those punches surpassed his own.
âDamn it, this lunatic doesnât have any advanced secret techniques. How can he be this strong?â
He was a direct disciple of the Realm King, having received numerous inheritances and even visited the Realm God Continent.
Among the Seventh Tribulation level, besides Jian Wushuang, no one else could claim to suppress him.
Even Wutian, who had fallen into the Nether Hell, didnât exert this much pressure on him.
Yet now, facing a junior he once looked down upon, he found himself at a disadvantage. This was a blow to his pride.
âRealm Kingâs Power!â
He boosted his divine power once more, directly employing the Realm Kingâs secret technique.
His divine power surged to 9 million.
This was his limit.
Wutian, who had been restrained, couldnât help but speak up, âDid you know Wu Zuo had another trump card?â
âNo!â Jian Wushuang shook his head, then asserted, âWu Zuo wonât win, neither of you can win!â
âHow is that possible?â Wutian didnât doubt Jian Wushuangâs insight, but he doubted Brolyâs capability.
âNothing is impossible. Broly is a lunatic who can give people infinite fantasies. Just watch!â Jian Wushuang crossed his arms, observing quietly.
When Broly had his second outburst, Jian Wushuang could tell that Broly still had a vast reserve of power within him.
His limit could reach at least 13 million.
Only he and Hu Qing could deal with him.
He was merely giving Wu Zuo face by not stepping in immediately.
However, he kept 30 percent of his Thought energy focused on Broly. If Broly exceeded Wu Zuoâs control, he would intervene at once.
But for now, Wu Zuo hadnât shown his true strength.
He hadnât even used the Realm King Fist yet.
But it would happen soon.
Jian Wushuangâs feet sank into the ground as he clenched his fists, his body bursting with a red glow. He shouted, âRealm King Fist!â
With a dragonâs roar, his figure instantly appeared behind Broly, launching a double-fisted strike directly at Brolyâs sturdy back.
Boom!
Broly staggered, almost falling, and roared in pain. He turned around and opened his huge mouth, from which a destructive beam shot out.
Unable to dodge in time, Jian Wushuang had to brace himself to withstand the attack.
He pushed through the destructive beam and struck again.
The Realm King Fist continuously pounded Brolyâs divine body.
Jian Wushuang was in a complete frenzy.
But in doing so, his divine power was rapidly depleting.
However, Brolyâs divine power showed no change.
It neither decreased nor increased.
He was like an indestructible puppet.
No matter how much effort Jian Wushuang put in, it was to no avail.
Bang!
At close range, Jian Wushuang used divine power with one palm to push Broly back thousands
of miles, but his own body weakened.
Even though he wanted to save face, he felt exhausted, almost collapsing.
Looking towards the direction of the Qishen Temple, he gasped and shouted, âBrother Wushuang, quickly⊠give me some power of all things, Iâm almost there!â
âSigh!â Zhen Ling covered his face, thinking about Jian Wushuangâs earlier boasting and feeling embarrassed.
Jian Wushuang moved and landed on the mountain of the Sword Tomb. He didnât look at Jian Wushuang, but gazed at Broly in the distance, calmly saying, âHere you go!â
He casually condensed a ball of the power of all things and tossed it to Jian Wushuang below.
Pfft!
Jian Wushuang caught it with his divine body, instantly absorbing it.
His divine power was restored to its peak in an instant.
9 million divine power exploded, and he wanted to strike again.
âBrother Wushuang!â Jian Wushuang finally looked down at Jian Wushuang and shouted,
âItâs better if you donât come down. If you do, my hands will itch. Why donât you let me take
over for a bitâŠâ
The clever Jian Wushuang understood Jian Wushuangâs meaning. He was giving him a way
out.
The recent battle had almost made him vomit.
He had long wanted someone to take over.
He asked Jian Wushuang for the power of all things just to have Jian Wushuang help him. freewebnÏvel.cĂžm
But he was concerned about his pride and couldnât ask directly.
So he pretended to be low on divine power and asked Jian Wushuang for the power of all
things.
Now that there was an out, he put on an embarrassed expression and sighed, âOnly you, anyone else and I wouldnât give up this credit, but weâre brothers, after all!â
âThen thank you!â Jian Wushuang could only cooperate with Jian Wushuangâs act, pretending
he was taking a great advantage.
Jian Wushuang adjusted his disheveled yellow robe, slowly ascended, and waved to Jian Wushuang, nonchalantly saying, âWeâre all on the same side, no need to be so polite. Brolyâs barely hanging on, one punch will take him down!â
âAhem!â Zhen Ling covered his mouth and coughed dryly, even he felt Jian Wushuang was
being too shameless.
Everyone present, even the Universe Masters in the Sixth Tribulation, could see Jian
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Wushuang was already outmatched.
Yet he still wanted to save face.
Who was he trying to fool?
Did he think he could deceive Mie Sheng?
Jian Wushuang, however, with a calm expression, returned to the ranks. Fortunately, he didnât
boast about himself.
Jian Wushuang, who stayed below, agreed with Jian Wushuangâs last sentence.
One move to defeat the opponent.
Broly couldnât be allowed to grow any further.
Even to preserve Jian Wushuangâs dignity, he had to succeed in one strike.