His palm strikes were incredibly powerful, and his movements were clean and efficient, clearly demonstrating that he had put in a lot of hard work in palm techniques.

After being trained by Tang Xuan, Fatty Shi's mentality has become much more stable.

He remained completely calm despite the sneak attack.

As they retreated, they revealed their shields.

He held the purple spirit pearl in his hand and secretly channeled his spiritual energy into it.

Buzz!

Amidst the ripples in the water, a large shield appeared, blocking the heavy palm strike.

Bang!

With a dull thud, the man slammed both palms hard onto the large shield.

"Hmph, you think a broken shield can stop me? Break it!"

The inner disciple of the Ziwei Sect snorted coldly and frantically increased the power of his palms.

However, after he unleashed his palm strike, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, completely absorbed by the large shield.

"What, this is..."

Before they could react, an incomparably powerful force surged forth from the great shield.

Boom!

Amidst the shocking explosion, the disciple of the Ziwei Sect coughed up blood, struck by his own palm strike, and flew back seven or eight zhang before crashing heavily to the ground.

He defeated his opponent in one move, and the arena fell silent instantly.

Everyone looked at Fatty Shi with solemn expressions.

"That shield...something's strange!"

"It seems to absorb power and then reflect it back!"

"Good heavens, this fatso actually has such a treasure in his possession!"

The crowd's eyes instantly lit up with excitement.

Although Fatty Shi defeated an opponent, he relied on the power of his shield, not his own skill.

So soon, people took turns challenging it.

With his shield in hand, Fatty Shi's confidence soared.

"Hahaha, come on!"