The One-Sided Beatdown, Shang Wu: "Let the haters speak!"

On the ring.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with hatred; the atmosphere is already quite tense.

But when he heard those familiar voices cheering him on, Li Mo's toes dug into the ground, and he couldn't even care less about Wang Hao's predatory gaze.

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"Let me see what you're really made of, Junior Brother Li."

Wang Hao's inner Internal Breath surged, and his aura locked onto Li Mo opposite him.

The instant Qian Bufan shouted "Start!", he shot towards Li Mo like an arrow released from a bow.

His fists faintly emitted a dark light, clearly indicating that he was wearing specially made boxing gloves.

With a single punch, the howling wind resembled the roar of tigers and leopards, and the swirling sound of Internal Breath was like thunder.

There are quite a few people in the Clear Abyss Sect who recognize this move of his.

That was the signature move of the inner sect Futu, Futu, a superior martial art Higher Vehicle Tiger-Leopard Thunder-Gallop Hand.

"Good timing."

Li Mo also felt a surge of excitement.

This was, in fact, his first real fight. The last time he fought Cui Peng was already low on health and was killed after only a few moves.

He didn't draw his sword.

With a jolt of Qi and Blood, his body surged, and he twisted his waist, delivering a powerful punch straight at her.

Wang Hao was taken aback at first, then a sinister smile crept onto his lips.

It seems the other party is concerned about their reputation and unwilling to use the Crimson Firmament Sword to demonstrate the advantage of weaponry?

He had initially worried that his boxing gloves wouldn't withstand much of the sharpness of the Mystic Weapons.

Li Mo's move was exactly what he wanted.

When facing an enemy of a higher level, instead of using his full strength immediately, he was even arrogant because he was concerned about saving face.

Today, he's going to show them what true cruelty is...

But can he really do it?

"Huh? Blood-Qi Realm fighting Inner Breath Realm, and they don't even need weapons?"

"Not only did he not use weapons, he didn't even seem to use any martial arts techniques."

"Disciple Li has a foundation in body cultivation. I often see him in Divine Blade Cave. Perhaps he has something else to rely on?"

"Even if you reach the pinnacle of the Blood-Qi Realm in body refinement, it can't be that exaggerated, otherwise everyone would just refine their bodies, and who would need to learn other martial arts?"

"Isn't he highly skilled in swordsmanship?"

A Blood-Qi Realm fighting hand-to-hand with the Inner Breath Realm cultivator who is armed.

Anyone who looks at this would be confused.

However... the two fists collided in an instant.

Clang--

The fists clashed against the gloves, producing a sound like the ringing of bells.

A ring of dust rose from the center of the two figures.

A figure staggered backward, leaving a series of deep pits in the ground.

When they saw who was retreating, everyone stood frozen in place as if they had seen a ghost.

It's Wang Hao!

Wang Hao's face was pale, and his smile froze on his lips.

The arm that had just exchanged blows was trembling uncontrollably.

He hadn't practiced body tempering, but that didn't mean his physical abilities were poor. Even without using Internal Breath, he was no worse than ordinary beasts. Moreover, he had just used Internal Breath.

How can Li Mo be so strong?

Before he could even form a thought...

The boy's figure disappeared from the spot.

Of course, it didn't just disappear into thin air.

Wind Shadow Step.

Wang Hao also started using footwork.

However, Li Mo's figure swept over like a passing whirlwind, following him relentlessly.

What is Little Li thinking right now?

Hmm... Intentional killing is not allowed on the fighting stage, and he was wondering if it was inappropriate to kill his opponent.

Let alone taking out a hammer.

Even with a sword, the sharpness of Crimson Firmament, coupled with the Swordsmanship that had taken a lot of martial arts insights to master while maneuvering between Ice Block and Jiang Chulong, was definitely not something Wang Hao could withstand.

Besides.

He also wanted to test the Supreme Lore of this body, which couldn't even break through the Inner Breath Realm with its ultimate techniques.

In an instant.

Li Mo appeared in front of Wang Hao.

The two locked eyes for a moment.

Staring into those fiery red eyes, Wang Hao felt a chill run down his spine for no reason and swallowed hard.

But then a feeling of shame and anger rose within him.

The Nine Peaks Martial Tournament in history.

Never before has an Inner Breath Jade Liquid Realm looked so pathetic in front of the Blood-Qi Realm.

He was furious, but it was all for naught.

A sharp pain shot through my kidneys, and I briefly lost the ability to think.

"Inner armor?"

"So, you're pretty tough, huh?"

Li Mo frowned.

He just threw a punch, but the sensation wasn't that he hit the other person's body.

"Wait..."

A bad feeling rose in Wang Hao's heart, and he didn't even have time to finish speaking.

"Disciple Li was caught in close combat by Wang Hao?"

"No, it was Disciple Li who got close to Wang Hao!"

It was Tiger-Leopard Thunder-Gallop Hand again, colliding with a regular punch.

Click--

The boxing gloves were dented from being hit.

Seizing the opportunity, Li Mo took advantage of the opponent's momentary lapse in concentration to strike hard, delivering an elbow strike to the opponent's chest.

He executed the Six Harmonies Fist technique with a single, seamless flow.

Punch, elbow strike, knee strike...

Bang bang--

Wearing inner armor, Wang Hao was brutally beaten by Li Mo on the arena. His condensed Internal Breath was now completely useless and could only be used to protect his vital points.

He did try to fight back.

But... it's impossible to break through their defenses!

"Etc..."

Bang bang--

"I... I admit it..."

Bang! Bang!

The bluestone ground was now riddled with spiderweb-like cracks from being hammered.

Rather than a duel between experts, this was more like a street brawl.

And it was a one-sided situation where adults were beating children.

The scene was extremely brutal.

"Gulp... Oh my god... Oh my god..."

"This Disciple Li... is he even human?"

"Luckily, he advised me not to urinate or defecate indiscriminately, and I agreed, otherwise it's hard to say whether I would have become incontinent now..."

"Disciple Li usually seems so gentle and refined, like a nice guy, how come he's so terrifying when he fights?"

"Don't forget who his master is..."

Many eyes were now fixed on the stage, almost reluctant to look at it.

Especially when they saw Wang Hao try to climb off the stage to admit defeat, only to have his ankle grabbed by a hand and dragged back, with fingernails leaving ten marks on the ground, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

That's too brutal.

If you brought family members, quickly cover the children's eyes.

"Phew, thank goodness I didn't fight Brother Li..."

Xiao Qin sighed deeply.

To be fair, Wang Hao is currently stronger than him. If he were to face Wang Hao, he wouldn't even have a 10% chance of winning without his master's help.

"Master, is this the benefit you mentioned that those in the Blood-Qi Realm have a stronger foundation than ordinary people?"

"Were you this strong back when you were in the Blood-Qi Realm?"

Old Xiao had never seen much of the world, asked.

"Um... yes, pretty much."

Thousand Forms Martial Venerable's voice was somewhat erratic.

"Master, why does your voice sound weak?"

Xiao Qin was puzzled. Hadn't his master recovered considerably after using the Yin-Sinking Soul-Nurturing Wood?

"Ahem, oh, this young friend Li is somewhat beyond my expectations."

"Besides, the effects of Soul-Nourishing Wood don't come so quickly."

The Thousand Forms Martial Venerable's aged voice has never regained its former profound and unfathomable quality.

He was stunned.

How many lineages does this kid belong to?

Could he have misjudged him?

"It's so good to be alive..."

Lin Jiang swallowed hard, his palms sweating as he frantically wiped them on the hem of his clothes.

Although Brother Li's fist didn't land on him, just thinking about it sent chills down his spine.

"Uh-huh!"

Murong Xiao nodded vigorously.

Luckily, he reacted quickly. Looking back now, it was definitely the wisest decision he ever made.

At this moment, the gazes directed at them were no longer filled with doubt, but only with admiration and praise.

They weren't throwing the match.

That's called foresight!

On the high platform.

Shang Wu waved her small fist, her almond-shaped eyes blinking with satisfaction. She had indeed made the right choice in taking on this precious disciple.

She suddenly stood up, her gaze sweeping over the many stunned elders.

She focused her energy in her Dantian:

"Hey, speak up!"