Chapter Nineteen: What If I Accept Your Three Moves?

  "Racing Horse Fist, Ten Thousand Horses Galloping!"

  Before his fist even arrived, the powerful gust of wind it generated had blown Mu Feng's hair backward and his face felt a stinging sensation.

  But at this moment, Mufeng's spirit was highly concentrated, and the swift fist shadow in his eyes gradually slowed down. A faint smile suddenly appeared on Mufeng's face.

  After using the Bao Ma Fist, Jiang Meng had already imagined Mu Feng falling to the ground in a miserable state. However, when he saw Mu Feng standing calmly and composedly, with a hint of a smile on his face, he felt a sense of unease in his heart. As the two gradually approached each other, this feeling of unease became more and more pronounced.

  "Look at my fist!" Jiang Meng roared in anger to dispel this uneasy feeling.

  At the moment when the two figures met, Mu Feng slightly turned sideways and actually avoided Jiang Meng's fist from among many fists, while he himself pressed his double fists on Jiang Meng's chest like plucking leaves and piercing flowers.

  Bang!

  Jiang Meng was knocked flying out, crashing several meters away, with a thread of fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes staring at Mu Feng in a daze. His face revealed a hint of unwillingness and confusion. He couldn't believe that Mu Feng could actually dodge his fist and knock him flying.

  Everyone watched this scene, their eyeballs seemed to be staring out of their sockets, and their mouths were open almost half the size of their face.

  Jiang Meng used his family's ultimate technique, the "Racing Horse Fist", but was still knocked flying by Mu Feng with a single punch, which was hard to accept.

  "When did Mu Feng become so strong? Even Jiang Meng is no match for him."

  "Judging from his appearance, he should have already reached the middle stage of Small Completion in the Refining Body Realm."

  "It's impossible, three months ago I saw him and he hadn't even reached the initial stage of Body Refining Realm yet."

  ……

  After a while, everyone slowly came back to their senses and began discussing in hushed tones.

  Yang Zhan was also extremely surprised, his strength was weaker than Jiang Meng's. Since Jiang Meng was defeated by Mu Feng, it meant that he could also be defeated by him. He had been with Mu Feng for so long and had never discovered that Mu Feng actually had such strong strength.

  What was most shocking was Jiang Yong, the Bao Ma Quan belonged to the top grade of Huang Jie's martial arts, two levels higher than Liu Xing Quan. Unexpectedly, when Jiang launched a fierce attack, he was defeated cleanly and neatly by Mu Feng. This shows that Mu Feng's strength has surpassed Jiang Yong's.

  The young man behind Jiang Yong also had a look of surprise, Jiang Meng's strength was among the best in their group, which means that Mu Feng could easily defeat most of them.

  "Go die!"

  The gaze and whispers of the crowd made Jiang Meng feel like he was sitting on pins and needles. His face changed, and he suddenly let out a loud roar, attacking Mu Feng as if he had gone mad.

  In front of a large crowd, Mu Feng, who was considered trash, was defeated quickly, which was something Jiang Meng could not accept no matter what.

  Mo Feng's eyebrows furrowed, and he took a step forward with his foot. His fists struck Jiang Meng's chest once again, sending the latter flying out, and he crashed directly onto the bluestone platform.

  Jiang Meng still wanted to rush up and have a fight with Mu Feng, but his shoulder was patted by someone, and behind him sounded Jiang Yong's voice.

  "Don't fight anymore, you're no match for him, continuing will only lead to losing face."

  "Actually won?" Yang Zhan looked at Mu Feng on stage in disbelief, and then glanced at Jiang Meng below the stage, not daring to believe his eyes.

  "Mo Feng, do you dare to compare with me?" Jiang Yong stepped slowly onto the green stone platform, his face gloomy. He had never thought that the useless trash he used to bully would give them such a great humiliation today.

  The boasting of the past has become a borrowed garment for others, making Mu Feng almost famous overnight. His reputation as a waste will probably cease to exist from today on.

  "Jiang Yong, isn't this bullying? Mu Feng has just finished his turn, and now you're going to go again. You really have no shame." Yang Zhan shouted from below the stage.

  The crowd below nodded in agreement. Jiang Yong was indeed unfair, and his cultivation was far superior to that of Mu Feng.

  "As long as you can withstand three moves from me without falling, I'll consider it your win. Do you dare?" Jiang Yong saw that Mu Feng's strength was far inferior to his own, yet he still spoke with arrogant words.

  "What if I take three moves from you?" Mu Feng, who had just defeated Jiang Meng, was filled with confidence and wanted to try his hand against Jiang Yong, who had reached the peak of the Body Refining Realm.

  When they met in the city, Jiang Yong gave Mu Feng a lot of pressure, but only half a month had passed and this pressure had decreased significantly.

  Mo Feng clenched his fists and took a willow-leaf defensive stance.

  Jiang Meng had just entered the middle stage of the Body Refining Realm for a month, while Jiang Yong was already at the peak of the Body Refining Realm with minor completion. The latter's strength far exceeded that of Jiang Meng.

  These three moves, thinking about what's next, won't be easy!

  "Racing Horse Fist, galloping across the land!"

  Jiang Yong's figure was like a galloping horse, rushing to Mu Feng's side at an extremely fast speed. His fists brought the sound of breaking wind, striking towards Mu Feng's vital points.

  "Willow Fist, Wind Willow Dancing!"

  Facing Jiang Yong's fierce boxing, Mu Feng's spirit was extremely focused. Looking at Jiang Yong's figure, his fists suddenly shot out and stuck to the incoming fists, neutralizing the force in Jiang Yong's boxing.

  Jiang Yong's fists felt like they were hitting a cotton ball, the fierce force seemed to sink into the sea, and a feeling of extreme suffocation rose to his mind.

  However, after all, the strength was much higher than Mufeng's. Jiang Yong's arms suddenly shook violently again, and a strong force burst out, shaking off Mufeng's sticky fists.

  Mo Feng was also knocked back several steps by this force, his face becoming increasingly solemn.

  The peak of the Refining Body Realm's minor completion is indeed not in vain!

  Jiang Meng and other young men behind him saw Jiang Yong take the upper hand with one move, and they all cheered.

  "Racing Horse Fist, Ten Thousand Horses Galloping!"

  Jiang Yong burst forth again, using one of the most powerful moves in Ben Ma Quan. He only had two chances left; if he couldn't knock Mu Feng down or off the stage with these two moves, then he would lose.

  Jiang Yong's double fists emitted several fist shadows that struck Mu Feng's chest, earlier Jiang Meng had used this move, but the power was much weaker than Jiang Yong's.

  Under sharp perception, Jiang Yong's fist path was still clearly reflected in Mofeng's mind. Mofeng's body shape shifted strangely to the right and retreated one step, just dodging Jiang Yong's double fists. His right fist suddenly shot out, striking towards Jiang Yong's left face.

  Jiang Yong did not expect that Mu Feng still had the strength to counterattack, and he quickly restrained his movements. Even if he hit Mu Feng's chest, Mu Feng's right fist would simultaneously strike his own left cheek. Although his injury was definitely lighter than Mu Feng's, in terms of prestige, he absolutely could not afford to lose.

  The two of them had not even come into contact before they went their separate ways!

  Jiang Yong was extremely depressed, he clearly had a much higher strength than Mu Feng, but Mu Feng completely avoided the real and attacked the virtual, not confronting him head-on. After two moves, Jiang Yong didn't gain any advantage, and instead almost got hurt.

  "And another move!" Mu Feng's spirit lifted, and he smiled at Jiang Yong.

  Although Jiang Rong was a precocious youth, he was also infuriated by Mu Feng's provocation.

  "Racing Horse Fist, the horse moves heaven and earth!"

  Jiang Yong's figure flashed, and his entire body emitted a strong aura, which made Mu Feng also sense a hint of danger.

  Jiang Meng recognized that Jiang Yong's move was the most powerful killing technique in "Beneath Horse Fist", "Ma Dong Qian Kun". This move had an extremely great power, if it completely hit Mu Feng's body, at least he would have to lie in bed for more than half a year. With Mu Feng's current strength, he absolutely couldn't withstand it.

  Jiang Yong's mind also emerged with the same idea, as this move's power was hard to control, and Jiang Yong rarely used it, but under Mufeng's repeated provocations, he could no longer care about many things.

  The crowd under the stage also held their breath.

  The final move, victory or defeat will be decided!