Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! In the small yard, a shadow was steadily training. The strong and fierce fist power brought up a strong gust of wind that blew the dust on the ground into the air.
"Ha!"
After a set of punches, the silhouette suddenly exerted his strength and consecutively punched the waist-thick hard wooden pile twice. With a cracking sound, the wooden pile could not withstand the power of the punches and broke into two. The upper half flew seven to eight meters away and disintegrated into small wooden pieces in the air.
"Finally, the punches have become soft and hard."
There was only one day left until the Mu Ren Gang challenge, but Ye Chen did not have any thoughts of relaxing. He focused on training his King Kong Fist. His powerful soul power allowed him to clearly feel every inch of his body's power. He could easily combine the power from every part of his body and create a deeper level of explosive power. This was also the reason why he was able to train his King Kong Fist to the highest level.
"I think the creator of King Kong Fist did not train it to the highest level. I have the advantage in this aspect, but the opponent's advantage in creating his own martial art has made me lose."
Bitterly smiling at his own stupid thoughts, Ye Chen shook his head and walked to the stone table not far away.
On the round stone table, there was a white porcelain bottle with a red wooden stopper. It was the body strengthening paste that cost one hundred silver per bottle.
Pop!
Ye Chen opened the stopper and turned the bottle upside down. Soon, the milky yellow liquid flowed into his palm, and a light fragrance filled the air.
Taking off his clothes, Ye Chen dipped his hands in the paste and wiped his body.
"So satisfying!" After a couple of breaths, Ye Chen could only feel the heat slowly seeping in from the surface of his skin into his muscles, blood, and bones. It felt like there were ants trying to drill into his body, which was a bit itchy and painful.
Looking down, Ye Chen could only see the muscles on his muscular body, shining like the most ferocious cheetah. His streamlined body was full of explosive power. It was hard to imagine that this was the body of a fourteen year old teenager. Of course, compared to Xu Jing's seemingly weak body, Ye Chen's was at least twice as strong.
After training for a while, Ye Chen put on his clothes, picked up his great steel sword, and walked out of the yard towards the announcement square of the West District of the Sky Cloud Martial School.
The announcement square was the place where the Sky Cloud Martial School would announce important things. The opening of the Mu Ren Gang should have already been announced. After all, many of the new disciples were still in a confused state, and did not know what to pay attention to, just like Ye Chen.
In fact, Ye Chen didn't have to go there on purpose. He already knew what he needed to know, and there wouldn't be any changes. However, the current him was different from the past. He couldn't live passively. He had to take the initiative and strive to be meticulous. Sometimes, it was the details that determined success or failure.
Moreover, the day before the Mu Ren Gang challenge, there would definitely be a lot of people gathered at the announcement square. This was a good opportunity to observe the strength of others.
Along the way, Ye Chen realized that in the two years he had been in the Sky Cloud Martial School, he did not have a single friend that he could play with. Thinking about it, he felt like a failure.
With a bitter smile, Ye Chen was a bit envious of the outer disciples around him. Seeing them talking and laughing, it was so fun.
They arrived at the plaza. Looking around, a square marble plaza that was hundreds of meters wide appeared in front of them. In front of the plaza, there was a huge wall with a giant piece of paper on it, with the words "Mu Ren Gang Challenge Competition" written in big black letters.
Following the flow of people into the square, Ye Chen's ears were filled with all kinds of voices.
"Last year, the champion of the Mu Ren Gang Challenge Competition was the top outer disciple, Wu Zongming. I wonder who it will be this year?"
"I think it will be Wu Zongming again. Who knows how much his strength has improved in the past six months."
"You're right, but I think the top outer disciple genius, Zhang Haoran, will win."
"Zhang Haoran! The one who reached the Mortal Realm Stage 10 at the age of thirteen! "
"Yeah, I heard that when he joined the Sky Cloud Martial School at the age of twelve, he was already at the Mortal Realm Stage 7. It has only been a year, and he has jumped from the Mortal Realm Stage 7 to the Stage 10. His speed is unbelievable."
One of them sneered, "No matter how talented Zhang Haoran is, he has only just reached the Mortal Realm Stage 10. Don't forget, Wu Zongming was already at the Mortal Realm Stage 10 half a year ago, and now he is only half a step away from the Condensing Reality Realm."
"Hehe, to put it nicely, it is half a step away, but to put it bluntly, it is a failure, otherwise he would have reached the Condensing Reality Realm already." The one who spoke had a square face and thin lips.
"How dare you insult Wu Zongming!" The outer disciple who spoke for Fang Zongming said angrily.
The square faced disciple did not back down, "I know you are Wu Zongming's friend, but I am not. I am just stating the facts, no matter where it is, it makes sense."
"Huh, what a good 'makes sense'."
Suddenly, a cold voice came, followed by a sharp aura that came out of nowhere, like a whirlwind.
Everyone looked over, ten steps away, a young man in blue with a long sword on his back was standing there, staring at the person who was mocking him.
It was the top outer disciple, Wu Zongming.
Ye Chen stood on the side with great interest, thinking to himself, 'This is going to be interesting.'
The square faced disciple who called Wu Zongming worthless seemed to be scared by the aura, he stuttered, "I … What I said was not … the truth?"
Wu Zongming sneered, "Do you know what kind of people I hate the most? They are the cowards who talk behind people's backs. Now I will give you a chance to redeem yourself, if you can take one palm attack from me, I will let this matter go. Do you dare? "
One palm attack! The square faced disciple's eyes flashed, he was at Mortal Realm Stage 8, two whole stages lower than Wu Zongming, but it should not be a problem for him to take one palm attack. At most, he would be slightly injured, but if he did not take it, then he would really be a coward, and he would not be able to hold his head up high in front of everyone.
"Alright, one palm attack it is, what is there to be afraid of?"
After saying that, he slightly bent his body, his right arm hanging down, and his clothes fluttered even though there was no wind, obviously, he was gathering his Qi into his right arm.
"This is the starting movement of the Little Yaksha Palm!" Someone saw through it and couldn't help but say.
The square faced disciple smiled proudly, the Little Yaksha Palm was a High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill. Normally, with his status, he would not be able to get this skill, but his uncle was an outer master of the Sky Cloud Martial School, so it would be easy for him to prepare a High Rank Mortal Realm Martial Skill for him.
With the Little Yaksha Palm, he was confident that he could take one attack from Wu Zongming, and maybe not be at a disadvantage, then he would be famous.
Wu Zongming's expression did not change, he said lightly, "Are you ready?"
The square faced disciple raised his eyes, "Anytime."
At this moment, everyone held their breath, staring at the two of them. One was the top outer disciple, and the other was a Mortal Realm Stage 8 outer disciple. Although they had only exchanged one attack, they should be able to see part of their power. Even if they could not see anything, it would be good to learn something new.
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