Austin didn't elude the attack. He growled fiercely, his voice loud as a thunderbolt. He looked as formidable as an Arhat. Using the mighty force pouring out of his body, he threw a fierce punch at the spearhead being thrust at him.
A humming sound greeted everyone's ears.
Austin's attack had caused the spear to twist into a bow, astonishing Braxton greatly.
With his fist against the spearhead, Austin gave Braxton no chance to harm him.
With each step that Austin took, Braxton's spear was twisted further and further.
Braxton poured all of his vital energy into his spear, wanting to knock Austin backward. But no matter how hard he tried, it was all in vain.
Austin's fist was as hard as iron and steel. Braxton's spear was quite sharp and glittered coldly, but it was unable to hurt Austin in the slightest.
Braxton held the spear tightly, putting all his strength into it. His face went red because of the overexertion.
Austin, on the other hand, was calm. He pressed against the spear as he walked closer to Braxton, sneering. He looked relaxed, as if he wasn't in battle, but on a walk after dinner.
Several clicks sounded.
Braxton's spear was twisted so much that a crack appeared in the middle and the spear looked almost sheared off. This wasn't what Braxton had been expecting.
And then, in the blink of an eye, the spear broke into two parts.
"It's time to send you to heaven," Austin said coldly.
His voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, striking a chill into the bones of the listeners. The air was filled with the scent of death.
Braxton trembled in fear.
"No!
I can't die now!
It wasn't easy for me to become a principal disciple of the Sun Sect. And the leaders of the Sun Sect appreciate me quite a lot now. I have a bright future. How could I be killed in the battle ring like this?" Braxton thought desperately.
He lost his will to fight. He had never felt death from such close quarters before.
He knew now that it was impossible for him to win against Austin in the battle.
He waved a hand and a number plate appeared in his palm. Using this number plate, he could transfer himself out of the battle ring.
"Austin, I will make you pay for what you have done to me today. And my retribution for you is going to be ten times as cruel as you are,"
Braxton said, gnashing his teeth. He had always been confident, regarding himself as the best. For him, today's shame was unacceptable. So before he could escape, he had to let Austin know that he wasn't going to forget this.
But Austin wouldn't let him go easily.
When Braxton had waved his hand, Austin had known what his plan was. Using his outstanding bodily movement skill, Austin moved quickly and appeared right in front of Braxton, who was holding a number plate in his right hand. Austin didn't waste time and hit Braxton's right arm with his fist.
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