Super Student's Three-realms Army

"Young man, I wonder how many Tan kicks you can take from me?!"    

Huang Hande was as independent as a chicken. His right leg was like an iron pillar that was directly inserted into the arena. He stood there majestically without moving and had a mocking expression on his face as he spoke to Soong Haiqing who was standing in front of him.    

However, Soong Haiqing was no longer as dismissive as before. Instead, his serious expression was also replaced by a serious one.    

Since he knew his own family, he naturally knew what Soong Haiqing was capable of!    

Earlier, the fact that Huang Hande revealed his true cultivation with a single sentence already made Soong Haiqing extremely afraid.    

What's more, now that Huang Hande had revealed his mastery of the Twelve Way of the Shaolin Towers, Soong Haiqing was able to understand one thing more.    

That is, he might not be a match for Huang Hande.    

No, to be more accurate, he might not even have the power to fight back in front of him!    

"Humph!"    

Before Soong Haiqing could think of a method to defend against the enemy, Huang Hande snorted coldly. With one foot on the ground, he leaped into the air.    

Huang Hande raised his right foot high up in the air. Then, borrowing the impact from the fall, he smashed down heavily like an unstoppable axe. How could this kind of imposing manner be …    

After seeing this move, Soong Haiqing's heart immediately skipped a beat! Although he had the intention to dodge, Huang Hande's move was too fast and too ruthless.    

This didn't give him any time to dodge. He could only cross his left and right hands over his head in a defensive gesture. At the same time, all the energy in his body was poured into his arms, ready to fight to the death.    

"Bang!"    

A thunder-like sound came out of nowhere. Soong Haiqing, who was ready for defense, felt as if he was struck by lightning, and his two arms were pulled down in an instant. It was as if he was broken by a kick.    

"How is this possible?!"    

Other than a few people who were familiar with the place, the crowd burst into an uproar!    

Earlier, Soong Haiqing, the God of Death, the Buddha, had been killed by this old man who had just stood on the arena. Had he just been killed by a single kick?    

This... Who exactly was this old man!?    

Almost everyone had seen the cracked arena with their own eyes, even though Soong Haiqing had also used a similar method to leave two footprints on the arena.    

However, Soong Haiqing had only left two shallow footprints on the stage. There was no comparison between this and Huang Hande's kick that had cracked the entire stage.    

The power of this kick could actually shatter the arena made of granite. In other words, the power of this kick from the old man just now was at least a thousand pounds, wasn't it?    

Upon seeing this, Shao Wenqiang's eyes flickered from time to time. It seemed that the strength that this old man named Huang Hande had displayed earlier was even stronger than the Zhao Family Zhao Wushuang from before by a little …