He concentrated the spiritual power in his body into a point.

“Dragon Tusk: Seven Deaths!” It was the modified version.

Boom!

A loud bang sounded as the energy exploded.

Conor’s shirt was torn into pieces. After that punch, his right arm even started making a series of cracking sounds as it was broken bit by bit.

Until a certain moment, his entire arm collapsed and drooped down as if the bones had been extracted out of it.

Conor screamed miserably.

He held onto his arm, writhing in excruciating pain. He could not believe this fact.

All the audience below the stage were shocked as well.

The eight great families knew each other fairly well. Even though the Stoermers of Michigan was just a branch family, they were in the list of their concerns as well. Everyone knew Conor Stoermer was the next patriarch of the Stoermers and the level of his martial arts: he was at half step to Earth rank.

However, he could not withstand a punch from Alex.

Then, how strong was Alex?