"In that case, don't blame me for being impolite."
Mao Zhuangming unsheathed the sword at his waist. The sword was more than three feet long and glowed with a cold light. It was indeed a good weapon. Mao Zhuangming was able to enter the top five hundred of the Earth List. Naturally, his weapon would not be too bad. This Cold Iron Sword had already reached the mid-level of the emperor-tier. However, in terms of grade, it was slightly better than Du Feng's Fire Dragon Sword. Moreover, the ice attribute and the fire attribute countered each other. If Du Feng used a sword, he might not be able to gain the upper hand.
En, it was indeed a good sword. He could snatch it later. What was there to be polite about? Du Feng was indeed not going to be polite. He waved his tender white hands, causing the audience to worry. Previously, when he fought with Helian Akagi, Du Feng used the advantage of the crocodile leather armor to negate his opponent's whip.
This time, he was facing an emperor-tier Cold Iron Sword. This sword was already very sharp. If he slashed at it, it might take him several times to cut through the crocodile leather armor with seven and a half levels of defense. However, if he stabbed at it directly, he would definitely be able to penetrate it in one strike. It would not be easy to use the same move as last time.
Looking at his white and tender hands, it did not seem like he had practiced any Iron Palm martial arts. If he did not use a weapon to fight, he would be seeking death.
"It's over, it's all over. Our money is gone. It's all because of that Third Pi."
"Yeah, if I had known, I would not have bet on him."
"It's good for a young man to be confident. However, overconfidence is suicidal."
The old residents of Star-Moon City who had bet on Du Feng expressed their disappointment when they saw that he was really going to fight Mao Zhuangming with his bare hands. They felt that this young man was too arrogant. He actually dared to show off in the Arena of Life and Death. He was simply seeking death. It did not matter if he died, but it would be a pity for everyone's money.
"Little Yuan, you said that Du Feng practiced the Heaven Essence Palm. Is that true?"
Third Pi had already heard from Yuan Cheng that Du Feng used the Heaven Essence Palm to trick Zi Yingying single-handedly. He almost brought back their other sister-in-law. Because of this, Murong Mansha was very jealous. Fortunately, Du Feng did not bring Zi Yingying with him this time. Otherwise, she would be infuriated.
"That's right. Brother Du has trained his palms to be big, and there's even a medicinal smell. Why can't I see it now?"
Yuan Cheng, on the other hand, had a dumbfounded look on his face. He had indeed noticed last time that Du Feng's palm had become much larger than an ordinary person's, and there was a medicinal smell when he used it. At that time, he was still thinking that his brother Du was really willing to spend money to practice the Heaven Origin Palm. Even with the support of his family, he did not dare to choose this combat technique. But then again, Zhang Xuan was an apothecary himself, and his pill production rate was a hundred percent. Furthermore, they were all top-grade pills, so he could afford it.
"It's good that you can't tell. If I had known, I would have borrowed some money from a friend and bet it all on this kid."
Not only was Third Pi not disappointed, but he also smiled. His only regret was that he didn't bring enough money this time. He had bet all the money in his tavern on Du Feng, but he still felt that it was not enough. Usually, he had a few drinking buddies, and if he had known, he would have borrowed some money from them and bet it all on Du Feng.
"Uncle Pi, what do you mean by that?"
Yuan Cheng continued to be dumbfounded. What did he mean by "it's good that you can't tell"? Before, the pair of enlarged palms was indeed very powerful, even Zi Yingying's Wishful Chain Kick could be blocked. Now that it had become slender and delicate, and the skin was still so white and tender, could it still be powerful?
"You two kids, when are you going to learn from Du Feng."
Yuan Cheng didn't understand, and Pi Weiwei was also different. Both of them looked at Third Pi expectantly, waiting for the old man to announce the answer. In the end, they didn't hear the answer, and were first scolded.
When the Heaven Origin Palm was at the small success level, the palm would indeed be twice as big as usual, and it looked very majestic and powerful. But after the real big success level, the palm would return to its normal size. And the skin would become more tender and delicate, and the bones would be crystal clear like white jade, becoming somewhat translucent.
"You mean brother Du, he …"
"Shh, watch the match carefully!"
Yuan Cheng was about to speak, but was stopped by Third Pi. That's right, he had already seen the state of Du Feng's palm, which indicated that his Heaven Origin Palm had reached the big success level. With just a pair of bare palms, he could catch the attack of the Cold Iron Sword, and even snatch the sword with his bare hands.
"Watch the sword!"
Mao Zhuangming's figure flashed and appeared in front of Du Feng, raising his sword. After all, he was ranked in the top 500 of the Earth List. The movement technique and the sword technique he used just now were obviously a set of combat skills. From the position to the angle of the sword, it was very tricky. The sword stabbed at Du Feng's neck from the side at a forty-five degree angle. If this sword stabbed, not only the main artery of the neck would be severed, but the cervical vertebra would definitely be crushed.
Some martial artists who used swords loved to attack the opponent's throat. In fact, the trachea was not the most important organ in the neck. Even if it was severed, one would not die. It was just that one would not be able to speak, and when one breathed, it would be frightening.
But if the main artery and cervical vertebra were severed, not only would it be easy to bleed, it would also affect one's mobility, which was very harmful to martial artists. This Mao Zhuangming was obviously an expert, attacking Du Feng's neck from the start.
In his dreams, Du Feng did not move from his original position. He raised his left hand and lightly patted the sword. Mao Zhuangming's sword was already halfway through, but it was forcefully patted off.
"Wow, did you see that? He really used his bare hands to touch the Cold Iron Sword."
"Yeah, I saw it too."
This time, the audience was dumbfounded. Just now, they did not believe that Du Feng would really fight bare-handed against Mao Zhuangming who was holding the Cold Iron Sword. Now that the truth was in front of them, they had no choice but to believe it.
"I think it's just a coincidence, you guys pay attention …"
Some people were not convinced and felt that it was just a coincidence. Because what Du Feng patted was the flat surface of the Cold Iron Sword, there was no blade there. It could only be considered a technique and a bit of luck, it did not mean that his palm technique was powerful.
"En, that makes sense. Let's continue watching."
After the audience understood, they continued to watch the competition in the arena. At this moment, Mao Zhuangming appeared again. Every time he appeared, he would definitely use his movement technique. After stabbing, he would immediately withdraw his sword, move his body, change his angle, and then stab the next time. This movement looked complicated, but in fact, his speed was very fast.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh …"
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