Chapter 29 Conflict (3)

While the two were talking, Shen Kuang and Mo Ying downstairs had already taken action.

Mo Ying had accumulated anger in his heart, so he made no reservations when he made a move. With one move of his dragon-capturing hand, his palm was made into a claw shape, and it hit Shen Kuang 's shoulder with the sound of breaking wind. The force was staggering.

If it were a pure competition of internal strength or swordsmanship, Shen Kuang would not be afraid even if his cultivation was weaker than his opponent's. However, he was currently using his own shortcomings to counter the enemy's strong points, so he did not choose to confront him head-on. He slowly started to use the Catkin Body Technique, accumulating strength under his feet. In an instant, his body left its original position, leaving only an afterimage.

Facing his own offensive, Mo Ying thought that Shen Kuang had been stunned, so when he saw that he was about to succeed, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The next second, just when he was about to grab Shen Kuang's shoulder, he changed his claws and tightened them tightly, taking advantage of the situation to crush Shen Kuang's shoulder. But soon, the smile on his face disappeared.

He did not encounter Shen Kuang as he imagined, and with one strike, Shen Kuang's figure slowly disappeared in front of him. He was slightly startled, but quickly realized that the image just now was just an afterimage left by Shen Kuang.

At this time, exclamations came one after another from the field. Like Mo Ying, they were all deceived by Shen Kuang's movement skills.

"The best Taoist Qinggong body technique!" Zong Yangqiu on the side exclaimed slightly.

Mo Ying turned his head and saw Shen Kuang who had moved to his right rear, and his expression gradually became serious. Facing him, the other party has always been confident, but now it seems that he has some arrogance. First of all , the body technique that Shen Kuang used just now was of a high level , and secondly, Mo Ying knew that he had also practiced it to a very high level, otherwise he would not have been able to dodge his attack so easily. He didn't think too much, and his speed skyrocketed. When it came to his skills, he was never weak.

The next second, everyone saw only a few figures in the field. Although there were only two people, it looked like there were countless people. Accompanied by the intricate figures, there were constant sounds of impact and breaking wind.

Shen Kuang's movement was faster than Mo Ying's. He originally thought he had the advantage, but soon realized that the force he hit on the opponent's body seemed to be unable to cause any harm. After another fight of fists and shadows , he finally understood the reason, the golden body of Buddhism. This old man not only practiced his boxing and kicking skills to the extreme, but also practiced Buddhist body-training techniques. With the blessing of the golden body, his physique was also unusual.

After another fight, the two separated briefly.

Although this contest lasted a long time, they failed to cause any substantial damage to the other party. The depressed Mo Ying not only failed to defeat Shen Kuang with one blow, but was led by the opponent in the constant test of body skills. Although he had the Golden Body Technique and didn't care about Shen Kuang's general attacks, the current situation could be said to be an insult to him, so he said angrily, "Boy, running around is nothing. Do you dare to fight me head-on?"

Shen Kuang smiled, and then uttered two words, "Don't dare!"

"Old man, you practice boxing and I practice swordsmanship. I didn't even bring my sword with me today and you want me to fight you head-on? What else is this if I'm not taking advantage?"

Mo Ying snorted coldly, "Huh, I don't even bother to take advantage of a junior like you, so what do you think I'm going to do?"

Seeing that the other party was gradually falling into the trap, Shen Kuang chuckled and said, "How about you and I each use a palm?"

"Want to compete with me for inner strength?" Mo Ying also smiled.

"What, you don't dare?"

"Why don't you dare?"

After saying that, a black energy surged out of Mo Ying's body. What was strange was that the black was actually mixed with a touch of gold, just like a gleam of light in the night sky. Mo Ying crossed his arms, made a palm shape with his five fingers, and struck directly at Shen Kuang with one burst of strength. Shen Kuang could feel the terrifying power contained in this palm even from a distance.

Shen Kuang knew that the old man was really angry!

Seeing this, he didn't dare to raise his eyebrows. He clasped his hands together, and a stream of purple energy continued to flow out from his palms. His clothes and black hair were windless. After accumulating power for a moment, he blasted out with a palm, facing Mo Ying's attack head on.

The palms of the two people did not touch. The purple and black Qi collided in the center of the field. The majestic energy leaked shocked everyone present. This kind of power was beyond the reach of ordinary warriors.

The energy fluctuations that emerged from the young man's body were powerful and profound, and felt faintly overwhelming compared to Mo Ying's. Everyone rubbed their eyes unconsciously and found that it was not dazzling, so when they looked at Shen Kuang again, it was difficult to connect him with a young man.

Mo Ying finally realized something was wrong after seeing Shen Kuang take action. He understood that Shen Kuang had been using the provoking method in order to force him to compete with him in terms of internal strength. But now he knows that there is no way to stop, so he can only try his best. He firmly believes that no matter how talented the opponent is, he is just a kid, and all talents are in vain in the face of absolute strength.

A roar came from the stadium, causing smoke and dust to fill the sky. Everyone knew that the victory was decided. The line of sight was blocked, and everyone was using their hands to disperse the obstructed smoke and dust. They were all curious about who won.

Slowly, the breeze died down, the smoke and dust in the field dissipated, and everything settled.

Everyone was surprised to find that the figure of the young man who had high hopes had disappeared. Looking in the direction of the old man, everyone saw that he was lying on the ground with messy hair, and there was a pool of blood in front of him. Defeated.

"The old man lost!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone came back to their senses from their surprise. They wanted to find the boy in the crowd, but when they looked around, there was no trace of the boy. Even the girls had disappeared at this moment.

"Uncle, Mo Ying really lost!" Yuwen Yuan stared at Mo Ying, who was lying on the ground with his hands on his chest, with his eyes wide open. His chest was rising and falling, telling of his surprise. Mo Ying, who even Uncle Zong was not sure would win, had fallen in front of him like this, with a look of despair. Yuan Wu, who had been standing beside him and making a fuss, was also silent at this time.

"This young man's internal strength is so profound that I am afraid he is inferior to me. I seem to have seen his strange body skills somewhere before, but I lost my impression for a while." Zong Yangqiu is not concerned about the victory between the two . Regarding the issue of defeat, although he was also surprised that Shen Kuang won so easily, he noticed Shen Kuang's strange movement from the beginning, which was a feeling of déjà vu.

Yu Wenyuan was even more surprised when he heard this. He knew Uncle Zong's strength well. Even Zong Shu was ashamed of himself. Isn't this young man... " Has he entered that realm at such a young age?"

Zong Yangqiu shook his head and said, "Not yet. His real realm should be the Guiyuan realm, but his internal strength is far beyond the average Guiyuan realm. I originally thought that he was just a young genius, but now it seems that he is more outstanding than I thought. With his talent, he is likely to become the youngest Grandmaster. Compared to the Sword God back then, even..."

"If he can be used by me, he will definitely be a great help. Uncle, send someone to investigate his background. We should make friends with such people as soon as possible."

"Yes, sir!"

On the pavilion of Tingxiang Garden .

The maid Chen'er looked downstairs happily and said , "The young lady won."

"The person has left!" the girl said softly.

She was actually very surprised, but she didn't show it. There was such a young genius in Plum-Mist City , but they had no idea before. She lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment, unconsciously becoming more curious about the Red Mud Lane that Chen'er mentioned .