"Shameless talk!"
Fierce Tiger Sect The one on the far left among the five disciples picked up the big sword and strode onto the ring.
He held his sword in front, with a fierce expression on his face.
If you don't give him a chance to speak, there will be wind at Chen Mo's feet.
Treading Snow Without Trace!
The distance of more than ten meters was reached in an instant, and the other party couldn't help but tense up when he saw it:
"So fast!"
I quickly put a big knife in front of me to protect myself, and I felt a little safer.
As soon as the action was completed, Chen Mo's fist hit the back of the knife.
The moment of contact...
Click~!
With just one punch, the sword broke directly. The momentum of the fist did not decrease, and it hit the opponent's chest hard.
"Pfft~!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, the disciple of the Fierce Tiger Sect didn't even have time to scream, and flew backwards out of the ring, hitting the ground dozens of meters away. The sunken chest made people feel numb.
How much force does this take to dent a person's chest directly?
The man tilted his head and fainted.
"Zhang Meng!"
The remaining four Fierce Tiger Sect disciples all looked ugly. They had reached the level of Qi and Blood Realm Third Change's partner, but they were defeated by the opponent with just one punch. It looked like they were seriously injured.
The four people who looked over immediately showed caution and anger.
Xiong Zong, who was in the audience, his originally confident expression was stagnant, and his eyes were staring straight at Chen Mo.
Seeing this, Deputy Sect Master True Martial Sect Huo Wenbin laughed and said, "I was defeated with one punch, Deputy Xiong Sect Master. It seems that the disciples you recruited this year are not good enough?"
The familiar words fell into his ears, which seemed particularly harsh. Xiong Zong retracted his gaze and pretended to be calm:
"Zhang Meng Among the five disciples I brought this time, he is the weakest, but you directly sent the strongest one. It is really unruly."
"Sorry, it's our fault. How about I ask Chen Mo to come down?" Huo Wenbin asked with a smile.
Hearing this, Xiong Zong couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. "No need."
At the same time, on the ring, Chen Mo said coldly:
"If it's just this level, I advise you to just admit defeat and go back."
Ignoring the increasingly ugly expressions of everyone at the Fierce Tiger Sect, he continued:
"Who will come next, or will you go together?"
"Too arrogant!"
Fierce Tiger Sect All three of them looked at the old boy standing in the first place on the right.
Aware of these gazes, the mature young man nodded seriously, then stepped onto the stage, looking directly at Chen Mo:
"You are strong, but I am stronger."
"What the hell!"
The figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Chen Mo instantly appeared in front of the opponent, ready to repeat the same trick.
The other party had obviously been prepared for a long time. The muscles all over his body swelled instantly, and his figure skyrocketed. The whole person suddenly rose from the original height of two meters to a height of four meters, as if he was a giant. The scale-like muscles looked very penetrating.
The huge fist came forward directly.
Without dodging, Chen Mo was ready to test the opponent's strength level.
Fist fight.
Boom~!
A collision sound like an explosion exploded in everyone's ears.
A huge force came from the opponent's fist. Chen Mo raised his eyebrows. He found that he could not suppress the opponent, but the opponent's strength was not enough to make him retreat. The two were evenly matched.
"Bloodline Warrior..."
The attack failed and there was no dodge. Chen Mo made a fist with his left hand. Fierce Tiger Bone Refining Fist's force-generating skills were pushed to the extreme and he smashed straight towards the opponent's abdomen.
There was also no dodge, and the opponent chose Chen Mo's favorite method of exchanging injuries for injuries. He was obviously very confident in his own defense and strength.
They hit each other almost at the same time, and both of them were knocked away and hit hard on the edge of the ring.
Chen Mo's whole body sank into the ground, and he felt helpless in his heart. It was not because he was injured or felt that he couldn't beat him, it was simply because the clothes he was wearing were rotten again.
Every time I encounter a stronger opponent, my clothes will definitely be ruined, which is a bit uncomfortable.
Then he jumped out of the pothole like a normal person and quickly approached.
His fighting style is to continuously attack without giving his opponent any chance to breathe until he loses the ability to resist.
As for Bloodline Warrior, the four-meter-tall body of the Fierce Tiger Sect, less than half of it was buried underground at the moment. Looking at Chen Mo, who had no other injuries except damaged clothes, there was an incredible look in his eyes.
He is very aware of how terrifying his Giant Transformation power is. Even an ordinary Qi and Blood Six Transformations warrior may not be able to withstand it. Who would have thought that a Chen Mo warrior who is still at the Body Tempering Realm level could actually withstand it.
Seeing Chen Mo already so close in front of him, he had no time to think about anything else and hurriedly stood up to greet him.
The huge body gives it great strength, but correspondingly, its flexibility is undoubtedly much poorer.
In view of this, Chen Mo did not continue to fight head-on like a reckless man. Instead, he used his advantages in speed and flexibility to constantly dodge, and specifically aimed at the relatively fragile joints in the opponent's blind spots, and kept punching them hard.
It seems that there are no moves or techniques at all, but Fierce Tiger Bone Refining Fist's power-generating skills are able to push the power to the extreme.
The force of each punch is nearly 60,000 kilograms!
This is what Epiphany got before Chen Mo.
Even in the case of Giant Transformation, the defense and strength have skyrocketed, but the opponent is still clearly unable to withstand it. He is beaten to the point where it is difficult to stand. The knee joints are already red and swollen, and I am afraid that they will be smashed to pieces in a short time.
"How long has it been since then? Why has he become so much stronger again?!"
Tens of meters away from the ring, Gong Fengyu had incredible expression written all over his face.
It was obvious that her speed could beat Chen Mo before, but now, she is obviously at a disadvantage?
Doesn't it mean that Bloodline Warrior's progress speed and upper limit are higher than those of ordinary warriors?
What's going on with this Chen Mo?
I originally thought that if Elder Yi chose to trade herself for Chen Mo, she would definitely regret it in the future, but now I realized that the person who seemed to regret it might be her master. She looked over to Elder Bai, and what appeared in her sight was Elder Bai with a complicated expression on her face.
His guess was confirmed, and he felt depressed inside.
Wu Yuan on the side is staring at Chen Mo. He thought that after hard training, the gap between them would be smaller. But now it seems that he still takes it for granted, and the gap is constantly widening.
"After I broke through the Qi and Blood Realm, even with the bonus of Qi and Blood Power, I'm afraid it will be difficult to defeat Chen Mo, right?" Wu Yuan began to doubt himself.
As for the other two unknown newcomer disciples of the True Martial Sect and Qi and Blood Realm, they had excited expressions on their faces. They could see that it was only a matter of time before Chen Mo won, and they were all doing it with honor.
The idea of defeating Chen Mo ceased to exist after they were defeated by Chen Mo more than once when they played Grand Competition.
The gap in strength is really so big that people have no idea of competing.
After calming down, both of them felt a lot brighter.
People have to compare with others, and there is no way to compare with perverted monsters.
On the ring, Fierce Tiger Sect's Bloodline Warrior, who once again withstood Chen Mo's full force punch, let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, holding the knee of his right leg with both hands, looking extremely painful.
Seeing Chen Mo preparing to pursue victory, Huo Wenbin in the audience spoke:
"Chen Mo, stop, you win."
"Yes, Sect Master."
He clenched his fists obediently and responded with a cry, which was very different from the ferocious performance just now. He ignored Xiong Zong's eyes that seemed to be murderous. Chen Mo looked at the remaining three people of the Fierce Tiger Sect:
"You three, just come together!"
"..."
The three of them did not move, but looked at Xiong Zong with guilty expressions.
The latter looked like he hated iron, but when he saw the painful look on his face, Bloodline Warrior, and the obviously broken bones in his knees, he finally refused to let these three disciples play again.
With the fighting power shown by Chen Mo, the remaining three disciples together are not enough for him to fight alone.
They may even all be injured. I don't know whether these three people will be left with hidden injuries. When they go back, they can't carry five people back with just the deputy sect leader. They have to keep a few useful coolies around.
"We lost this time." Xiong Zong's face no longer looked as confident as before.
Huo Wenbin nodded calmly, as if this was a matter of course.
Seeing Xiong Zong was very heartbreaking.
If it weren't for the True Martial Sect here, he would have gone crazy.
At the ring, seeing that the competition had ended, Chen Mo glanced at Yi Feng and then shifted his gaze to Huo Wenbin:
"Sect Master, if there is nothing else, the disciple will go back."
"Okay, you go back first. As a reward for your contribution this time, I will send someone to your residence later."
Not to mention the fact that Chen Mo helped True Martial Sect win a breath, just these two words [Sect Master] made Huo Wenbin very happy to hear it.
It's not that he has any thoughts about the position of Sect Master, or is dissatisfied with the current Sect Master Di Yun, it's just that he thinks the word "vice" doesn't sound good.
Hearing this, Chen Mo clasped his fists and bowed, without saying a word, and ignoring the kind and respectful looks of the disciples around him, he left the ring and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.
Fortunately, he knew the way when he came, otherwise he might not be able to find the place because True Martial Sect is so big...