But how could Ding Ning kneel down? He had just started to walk his own way and if he lost here, he would not have the shame to see his master even after he got off the yellow spring.

"Young Master Sala who has no faith, kneel down! As long as you sincerely pray for the Lord's forgiveness, the Lord will definitely forgive you..."

"I...go...you...!"

Ding Ning rarely said slander, but this time he couldn't help it. He broke free from the shackles and then rushed out.

"What?"

Seeing Ding Ning breaking free from the holy light and coming towards him, the Pope immediately changed his magic power and formed a barrier in front of him, trying to prevent Ding Ning from coming.

But he really underestimated Ding Ning's power, and he roared, "The eighth style of Tiangang Fist!"

"Bang!!!"

Ding Ning broke the barrier with one punch, and the terrifying power exploded instantly.

The white light emitted made everyone unable to open their eyes. Even the superpower king and several other emperor-level powerful men were afraid of this powerful force.

When the light dissipated, the Pope's scepter had broken into two sections and fell to the ground, and half of his body had long turned into blood mist.

"I'll go..."

Everyone took a breath of cold air when they saw this scene. This power was too perverted. It could actually kill half of the imperial-level pope's body with one punch.

The Pope's mouth kept twitching, and he fell on the Gobi Desert with great reluctance, muttering, "The omnipotent Lord... can't... let this person go..."

"Bang!!!"

Ding Ning impatiently raised her foot and stomped the Pope's head, gritted her teeth and said, "It's so snarky, there's so much nonsense."

The faces of the other people gradually became heavier. Nine masters came, but Ding Ning had already killed two of them. They knew they could not continue to drag them down and were ready to accumulate strength to attack.

"When we go together, his power has been almost exhausted by us. It is impossible for us to have so much energy to deal with us."

"Run!"

Ninja and the two brothers of the brotherhood did not intend to join the battlefield, and the other four continued to chase after him.

"snort!"

Ding Ning snorted coldly, and started to eject his feet with force. The Tiangang Fist he inherited from the old man in the Ding family dungeon was indeed not simple. In his use, he gradually discovered the mystery of it.

Every time he punches, Ding Ning's strength will double. If he hits all thirty-six punches of Tiangang, he will have thirty-six times the strength.

This power is immeasurable, but now Ding Ning has just punched the sixth punch. If he wants to defeat these people, he must punch the seventh and eighth punch to improve his combat effectiveness again.

But this Tiangang Fist cannot be hit just by trying. Ding Ning felt it was a bit tricky. Facing the four people, he not only had to defend but also attack. He didn't know when the three top assassins would join the battlefield.

"Puchi..."

Suddenly, a dart flew towards Ding Ning, and the ninja in Hokkaido couldn't help but take action.

The darts slashed across Ding Ning's cheek, causing blood to flow from his white jade-like face.

"roll!!!"

Ding Ning punched him very angrily, but this revealed a flaw, giving several people a chance to attack, and Ding Ning was fisted by the Lion Man.

"puff……"

No matter how powerful Ding Ning is, he is still flesh and blood. He will vomit blood after being seriously injured, and his body flew backwards for dozens of meters. Fortunately, he finally stabilized his body.

"Bah! The seventh style of Tiangang Fist!" Ding Ning spitted out the blood foam in his mouth, and then began to evolve into the seventh style of Tiangang Fist.

But Ding Ning soon discovered that his body seemed not enough to operate the seventh fist of Tiangang. The bones in his body began to giggle, and the skin was torn and bleeding and bloody marks.

My strength is still not enough to be able to use the seventh punch of Tiangang.

But if you want to defeat these people, you must use the seventh punch of Tiangang.

"ah!!!"

Ding Ning forcibly evolved into the seventh fist of Tiangang, raised his hand and slapped all the sand and stones around him. Suddenly, a terrifying punch came to his face.

The meridians and skin of Ding Ning's body had cracks of varying degrees, and blood stained his body red.

This is the price of forcibly evolving the seventh punch of Tiangang, but Ding Ning's strength also doubled, and the battle needs to be ended as soon as possible within this period of time.

"This...it's impossible. Why has his breath increased so much?"

"No matter what he becomes, we have no way out and can only fight. If they can't beat someone, they will never have the face to appear in the world in the future."

"kill!!!"

The violent aura collision caused the surrounding sand and stones to fly around, like a sandstorm, and the battle also entered a white-hot stage.

"Even if Young Master Sala loses, this match in the northwest of the Metropolitan Kingdom will make him famous. It's really too strong."

A man was holding an instrument and aiming it at Ding Ning in the distance. He was detecting the power of Ding Ning's body, which was constantly increasing.

The power of others only reaches a certain level and no longer increases.

"Boom!!!"

Other bigwigs and senior executives of the Metropolis were also paying attention to this unparalleled battle. The Dragon King of Longyin Villa also came to the scene, but he did not show up.

The Dragon King said lightly, "This person's power does come from his martial arts and the true energy in his body. It is really not easy to be able to reach the realm of a strong warrior at this age."

“How to say it?”

"If he survives this stop, let him enter my Longyin Villa." The Dragon King said in a deep voice.

Mr. Fu's face looked a little ugly. Although Longyin Villa is also part of the country, it is ultimately not within their jurisdiction.

The Dragon King's attitude was always like this, which made them very upset. It seemed that he would always have the final say.

If Ding Ning is a Westerner, it would be fine, but he is an Easterner. He can achieve such cultivation at a young age. This is a rare talent for the country.

"Father, what do you think about this?"

"The facts are already in front of me. This is a rare talent. If I really die in this battle, it would be a pity. I must take action."

Many masters from Dadu Kingdom also came out. After all, the most powerful warriors in their early twenties are rare in Dadu Kingdom and even the whole world.

"Fang Bin... I'm going to go."

For a moment, many peak powerhouses from the Metropolitan Kingdom rushed to the Gobi Desert in the far north.

At the same time, the battle on the Gobi Desert was still fierce, and Ding Ning was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether the blood was his or someone else's.

Ding Ning has fallen into a peak combat state, and every punch and move contains huge and terrifying power.
Chapter completed!