Although Mu Hai was not his strongest disciple, he could be considered one of his proudest disciples, especially since he had cultivated the Eight Explosion Fist to the Eight Explosion Stage.
It could be said that other than Mu Yao, he was one of the best. However …
He was blasted off the stage with a single punch!
The eight explosions on his body were forcefully said to be another fist technique.
This made Mu Wu Feng feel extremely embarrassed.
His heart was filled with rage, his eyes stared at Long Fei, his teeth grinding.
Although he was angry, his heart trembled, "This kid's fist technique is indeed somewhat different from the Eight Explosion Fist, but it is roughly the same, and the foundation of the fist technique is also the same. Why is the difference in strength so big?"
"This …"
"Why is that?"
He was puzzled.
But now was not the time to think about this. His own disciple was knocked unconscious by a service disciple, where would he put his face?
Mu Wu Feng immediately said in a low voice, "Who's up?"
His gaze couldn't help but look at Mu Yun.
Mu Yun was the best disciple in the Eight Explosion Fist.
Moreover.
Her cultivation was at the ninth grade of the Heavenly God Realm, and she had a high chance of entering the Southern District this year.
If she were to fight, she would definitely win.
It was just that …
Mu Yao's eyes were fixed on Long Fei on the stage. She was also very puzzled, "Could it be … He has already cultivated the Eight Explosion Fist."
"The power just now was perfectly displayed, and the power of each punch was stronger than the last."
"Especially the eighth echo. It really did erupt from the sea of consciousness. He … definitely knows a different trick."
"What is it?"
Mu Yao really wanted to know.
Mu Dafu was as shocked as she was.
He looked calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil.
He was very clear that Long Fei had just arrived at the Mu Clan, and the Eight Explosion Fist was created by the Mu Clan's ancestor, so no one outside knew about it.
Mastering the Eight Explosion Fist in a day?
It was a completely different Eight Explosion Fist.
He had perfected the fist technique created by the ancestor, reaching the true meaning of the Eight Explosion Fist.
"This kid …"
"Who the hell is he?"
"Old Patriarch, why don't you tell me the truth? Is he really the illegitimate child of the Young Master?"
"This is a low-grade talent?"
"Old Clan Leader, you're playing with me." Mu Dafu was astonished in his heart, Long Fei had shocked him too much.
He thought he was just protecting an illegitimate child.
Unexpectedly.
This kid was completely different!
Muyun's face was filled with excitement as she shouted, "Boss is mighty! Boss is domineering! Hahaha … people from the Cultivation Courtyard, shout again!"
"What's your Eight Burst Fist worth?"
"My boss's Nine Burst Fists are the best."
"Hahaha …"
Mu Yun vented her anger.
Many disciples of the Cultivation Courtyard had ugly expressions on their faces. All of them wished for nothing more than to tear Long Fei apart.
Following Mu Wufeng's words, many Eighth Grade Heavenly God Realm disciples stepped forward, saying, "Master, let me take care of him."
"He's just a mere odd-job disciple. Do you think he can ascend to the heavens?"
"Master, let me go. I will definitely kill him."
…
All of them were filled with indignation towards a common enemy.
If they were crushed by a janitor disciple, then how would they continue to be disciples in the Cultivation Academy in the future?
It would be too embarrassing.
Mu Wufeng glanced at Long Fei on the stage. He knew that Long Fei was not simple.
Putting aside his cultivation realm, cultivating this Nine Burst Fist was definitely not simple. It was definitely a powerful cultivation technique. When this kind of cultivation technique erupted, even a few realms higher would not be able to withstand it.
After losing the first round, he absolutely could not lose the second round. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
Thus.
Mu Wufeng walked to Mu Yao and said, "Mu Yao, you're up for this round."
As soon as he said that, the disciples of the Cultivation Courtyard were in an uproar.
Who was Mu Yao?
The goddess of the Eastern Region, and also the most powerful person in their Cultivation Courtyard.
Especially the Eight Burst Fist.
The Elder had once said that he had never seen anyone who could cultivate the Eight Burst Fist to Mu Yao's level.
Furthermore, her talent was very high.
To be able to reach the Ninth Grade Heavenly God Realm at the age of eighteen, her future would definitely be limitless.
With her on the stage, she would definitely win.
"Senior Sister, kill him."
"Senior Sister, teach him a lesson, let him know the power of our Cultivation Courtyard."
"Brat, just wait for your death."
…
Many of the surrounding disciples began to discuss excitedly.
Mu Wu Feng waited for Mu Yao's reply.
Mu Yao's eyes tensed up, she went silent for a moment, then said indifferently: "Elder, if it's a competition of Eight Burst Fist, I'm not his match."
She had not cultivated the power of the Eighth Explosion yet.
Moreover.
The reason why she was able to cultivate the power of the Seventh Explosion was also because of Long Fei's guidance. If it wasn't for Long Fei, the Eight Burst Fist she was currently cultivating would only be superficial.
Long Fei was able to unleash the full power of the Eight Burst Fist, but she couldn't.
If it was purely based on the power of the Eight Burst Fist, her chances of winning weren't high.
Mu Wu Feng's face darkened, he was very displeased, and said: "He's only a Fifth Grade Heavenly God Realm cultivation, your cultivation can completely crush him."
"Your cultivation is stronger than his. Even if the power of the Eight Burst Fist is not enough, it's enough to defeat him."
Mu Yao said: "If I use the power of my realm, wouldn't that be violating the bet?"
She was thinking about the Eight Burst Fist.
If she didn't use the Eight Burst Fist, or if she used her cultivation realm, she was fully confident that she could defeat Long Fei.
After all, Long Fei was only a lowly talented odd-job worker.
Mu Wu Feng said: "Right now, it's no longer a matter of the bet, it's a matter of the Training Academy's face. I'm letting you go up because I want you to regain some face for the Training Academy. This way, it will be helpful for your assessment in the near future."
"Can you fight for the Training Academy?"
Mu Wu Feng looked at Mu Yao.
At this time.
On the stage, Long Fei could roughly tell that Mu Wu Feng wanted Mu Yao to fight. The corner of his mouth hooked up into a faint smile, and said: "What Training Academy, is there not a single person who can fight?"
This sentence directly angered the entire Training Academy.
"Too arrogant."
"Damn, this kid doesn't put the Training Academy in his eyes at all."
"Hahaha … This is the first time the Training Academy has been humiliated like this, right?"
"You can be arrogant."
"Hahaha …"
… ….
Many of the disciples outside started laughing, which made the disciples in the Training Academy feel even worse.
Mu Wu Feng said solemnly: "Did you hear that? He's already sitting on the neck of the Training Academy, why aren't you going to fight? "
"If we don't fight, then in the future, the status of the disciples of our Training Academy will not be as high as that of the Odd Job Disciples."
Mu Yao clenched his fists tightly, and said: "Alright, I'll fight!"
As soon as he finished.
Mu Yao leaped into the air.
"Whoosh!"
With a step onto the stage, his eyes stared coldly at Long Fei.
The corner of Long Fei's mouth curled up slightly, and he laughed: "The goddess of the East District, hehe … She's just average looking."
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