Chapter 101: Secret Method

  Song Ping's palms danced, and the mysterious power quickly condensed on his palm. A sharp and fierce mysterious power whip shot out like an eagle striking the sky, rushing towards Mu Feng to kill him.

  Looking at the rapidly approaching dark energy whip, a fiery dark energy quickly formed a huge dark energy shield in front of Mu Feng, and the dark energy shield rotated rapidly, emitting threads of scorching hot air.

  "Boom!"

  The powerful blast hit the scorching dark energy shield, and the two dark energies collided, releasing a strong wave. Although the dark energy shield was shattered into pieces, the dark energy whip was also blocked.

  Mo Feng was shaken back a step by this fluctuation, and only then did he steady himself.

  "The pinnacle of the Qi Realm's Grand Perfection, a true warrior with incredible strength!"

  Song Ping saw that his attack was blocked by Mu Feng, without any surprise on his face. He had also seen Mu Feng's strength yesterday and knew that he was not an ordinary person, and it was impossible to defeat him so easily.

  If at first you don't succeed, try, try again!

  "Seize the air claw!"

  Song Ping's body shape fiercely approached Mu Feng's side, changing his palms into claws, the claw wind danced, and the sharp claws attacked the latter's vital parts all over his body.

  Seeing Song Ping's ferocious momentum, Mu Feng hastily ran the Xuanling Copper Body Technique to its extreme, emitting a strong fluctuation from the icy blue copper color, revealing a sense of solid power.

  A surge of profound energy burst forth, like a blazing flame. Although Mu Feng's cultivation was only in the middle stage of the Hua Qi realm, he was not at all inferior to Song Ping in their contest of profound energy.

  Each fist carried a scorching mysterious power, overbearing and fierce, making even Song Ping feel apprehensive.

  The two sides were deadlocked in attack and defense.

  Song Ping had also exchanged blows with Hong Sheng before and deeply knew the strength of Hong Sheng's physical body. However, the Mu Feng in front of him was even more powerful than Hong Sheng, several claw winds were actually received by Mu Feng unscathed. He himself also suffered from Mu Feng's several heavy punches, causing his chest to churn with blood and energy, painful to the bone marrow.

  Although Song Ping felt unwell, Mu Feng was not much better. Relying on his own Xuanling Tongshen Jue, he barely withstood Song Ping's several claws, just to try and catch him off guard and knock him down. Unexpectedly, the latter's strength in the peak of the Huajiqi realm was not to be underestimated, and a few punches later, it seemed like nothing had happened.

  Two people on the stage of comparison, fighting fiercely back and forth.

  "Isn't Mu Feng just a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator? How can his strength be so powerful?"

  "I don't know, but it seems like the martial arts he uses are all Xuan-level martial arts."

  "This kid is really too strong!"

  ……

  Everyone watched Mu Feng's figure, and no one was not moved. In the previous few days' competition, he defeated strong enemies and advanced all the way. Every time when everyone thought they were going to lose, he could always turn defeat into victory, stunning people's hearts.

  The expressions of the people on the main table are also wonderful in their own way.

  The master of Mingyuetang, Zheng Nan, occasionally opened his eyes to look at the two of them. His face was expressionless. In his mind, neither of them would be a match for Zheng Jian. However, what he cared about was not who would enter the final to become Zheng Jian's opponent, but whether Mu Feng could be eliminated by Song Ping.

  Mù Yùn Táng and Mù Chuán Dào's faces were heavy with worry. If Mù Fēng was eliminated again, this year's Qingying Competition would be a complete loss of face for the Mù family. As the team leaders, they would naturally have no glory on their faces, and might even be punished by the clan leader.

  Song Xiuzhi remained calm and collected, it was unclear whether he didn't take this Qingying Competition seriously or if he had great confidence in Song Ping.

  The younger generation of the Mu family was also worried, and they secretly sweated for Mu Feng. If Mu Feng were to be eliminated, they would not be able to hold their heads up high among the young generation in Mocheng either.

  Mu Han Yu's beautiful eyes gazed at the slender figure on stage, a hint of anxiety flashing across his icy face.

  The stalemate on the field lasted for about ten minutes, and Mu Feng's advantage also became apparent. With his possession of the Flame Sun Fist, he was not stingy with his Xuanli, pouring all his strength into every punch, and then recovering his Xuanli in time under the operation of the Flame Sun Fist.

  Moreover, apart from Xuanling Tongshen Jue, he didn't use any other martial arts, completely relying on his robust physique to counter Song Ping.

  "This kid is actually so strong!" Song Ping knew that Mu Feng was not simple, but he didn't know that he was strong to this extent.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  After several consecutive hard collisions, Song Ping finally couldn't hold on and was hit by a punch from Mu Feng, retreating several steps in a row. His throat felt sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of extremely pungent fresh blood.

  "Good!" The young juniors of the Mu family cheered in unison at this scene.

  Mu Yuntang and other high-ranking members of the clan also breathed a sigh of relief, and even Mu Hanyu's face showed a hint of joy.

  Although Song Ping and Mu Han Yu are both at the peak of the Hua Qi realm, Mu Feng can clearly feel that Song Ping's actual combat strength is far inferior to Mu Han Yu's.

  Song Ping's Xuanli was floating and his breath was unstable, clearly he had pursued speed too hastily and forcibly advanced. Furthermore, it hadn't been long since he advanced, and he was only slightly stronger than Hong Sheng originally, it was impossible for him to compare with Mu Feng who possessed multiple Xuanjie martial arts.

  Looking at the Qinglang gang, everyone's face was anxious, only Song Xiuzhi was still very calm and didn't show any signs of panic.

  Song Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said: "You think you can win? Being able to force me to this step, you're really formidable."

  Before the words had fallen, Song Ping's eyes suddenly turned crimson, and the aura on his body suddenly surged violently, a kind of extremely violent fluctuation, constantly emanating from Song Ping's body, standing opposite Mu Feng could deeply feel this change.

  Secret method!

  What is known as a secret method, is by running the work method, to stimulate the body, and inspire potential, can be in a short period of time will martial artist's strength increased several levels of work method, equivalent to helping the growth of seedlings.

  The drawback of the secret method lies in its use, although the cultivation can be improved at that time, but it causes great harm to the martial artist himself, and it takes several months or even years to recover. Some secret methods even hinder the improvement of the martial artist's cultivation after use.

  If forced to, a martial artist would not easily use secret techniques, or dare not use them extensively.

  "All the secret methods have been used." Mu Yundao and Mu Chuandao thought to themselves. They deeply understood the harm of secret methods, so they strictly forbade members of their clan from practicing them. The last time, Mu Cheng had used a similar secret method, the Blood Fusion Technique.

  Qingying competition prohibits Lingbao and Danyao, but does not prohibit Gongfa. As for this evil and heretical Gongfa, ordinary people also disdain to use it.

  Mou Yuntang and others finally knew why Song Xiuzhi was so calm. Ordinary secret methods cannot improve a realm, so relying on Song Ping's strength, even if using secret methods, at most can only be promoted to half-step creation, facing Zheng Jian still has no chance of winning. So they retreated and sought the next best thing, as the Qinglang Gang, which had never entered the finals before, was able to enter the finals of the Qingying Competition, which was also a kind of breakthrough.

  As Song Ping's strength surged, he directly soared to the Half-Step Creation Realm, and that aura was far from comparable to the Great Perfection of the Houtian Boundary. Relying on ordinary secret methods to increase one's strength is absolutely impossible to cross the boundary between realms.

  Everyone's heart was lifted again.

  "Despicable!" Mu Han Qing angrily said.

  "Do you think you can beat me with your secret technique?" Mu Feng said coldly, he had always looked down on those who relied on secret techniques to increase their strength.

  "Go to hell!" Song Ping stomped the ground, and the entire stage shook violently. A massive fist of profound power, several times stronger than before, tore through the air with a series of sonic booms, hurtling towards Mu Feng.