"Ten mid grade Yuan crystals!"
"Am I seeing this correctly? That's ten mid grade Yuan crystals! "
"Song Fei is really willing to spend so much just to exchange blows with Ning Yue. Is he not afraid of failing miserably at such a simple task?"
"This is a sure-win situation. Ning Yue will not be able to receive even one move from Song Fei. Even if it's only thirty percent of his strength, it's still impossible."
"Ten mid grade Yuan crystals …" Looking at the Yuan crystals in Song Fei's hand, Ning Yue's eyes narrowed as he said in a low voice, "I agree."
If it was only to enter the third level of the Drunken Cloud Inn, Ning Yue would not have agreed so readily.
After all, Song Fei was a late stage Xiantian expert. His strength was not something that Lin Zhen could compare with.
Right now, Ning Yue was in urgent need of Yuan crystals. Ten mid grade Yuan crystals were extremely attractive to him.
With these ten mid grade Yuan crystals, he could reach the late stage Xiantian Realm before the Icy Cave Test.
"Hahaha, straightforward indeed. I'll leave these ten mid grade Yuan crystals here. As long as you can receive one move from me without collapsing, they're yours." With a loud laugh, Song Fei placed the ten mid grade Yuan crystals on the ground and gestured towards Ning Yue.
Ning Yue knew that this was not the place to exchange blows. Hence, he walked towards the first level.
The first level of the Drunken Cloud Inn had an incomparably wide lobby.
"It's not too late to back out now." Song Fei said as he pulled away from Ning Yue.
"Make your move." Taking a deep breath, Ning Yue secretly adjusted his condition to its peak.
"Good, I admire your courage!" Giving a thumbs up, Song Fei's hands moved rhythmically. Around his hands, some Yuan energy gathered.
"Rushing Thunder Fist!"
Seeing the changes in Song Fei's hands, a sharp-eyed warrior exclaimed, "It's actually the Rushing Thunder Fist! This time, Ning Yue is in danger! "
"Rushing Thunder Fist? Song Fei's famous technique! A Low-Grade Profound Ranked Martial Skill! "
"Song Fei has already trained the Thunderbolt Fist to the realm of initial success. Even if it's only 30% of his strength, with Ning Yue's cultivation, it's impossible for him to block it."
"What?! Didn't Song Fei say that he would only use thirty percent of his strength? How did he use the Thunderbolt Fist? "
"Is it the Rushing Thunder Fist …?" The surrounding exclamations didn't cause Ning Yue to panic in the slightest. He quickly formed hand seals with his palms and Yuan Qi quickly gathered around his palms.
"Hmm?"
Seeing Ning Yue's actions, Song Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Because he discovered that the speed at which Ning Yue condensed essence qi was not the slightest bit inferior to his!
It had to be known that his cultivation was at the late Xiantian realm. How could the speed at which he gathered origin energy be inferior to a Houtian realm martial artist?
"It must be a mental cultivation method to condense Origin Qi. It should be a high-grade Profound Rank mental cultivation method, or even higher!" At this moment, Song Fei seriously examined Ning Yue. Ning Yue was indeed worthy of being a Three Star Exalted of Snow Domain Pavilion. He had cultivated a high-grade Profound Rank mental cultivation method at the Houtian realm.
"If your cultivation had reached the Xiantian realm, then perhaps 30% of my strength wouldn't be able to harm you. But now, 30% of my strength is more than enough to defeat you!"
In the next moment, Song Fei rose from the ground, clenched his right hand into a fist, and fiercely punched at Ning Yue's chest.
Buzz!
Song Fei's speed was extremely fast. The howling wind from his fist forced the surrounding air to scatter.
"Netherworld Samsara Palm, first palm, Absolute Dust!"
Facing the rapidly approaching Song Fei, Ning Yue did not dare to be the slightest bit careless. He quickly gathered the Essence Gathering Hand's Essence into his wrist.
Then, he rapidly revolved the 'Spirit Art' within his body, mobilizing all the Essence Gathering Hand's Essence into his right palm.
Shua!
After the Essence Gathering on his palm reached a certain degree, Ning Yue pushed out his palm. The violent Essence Gathering Hand brought with it a howling wind. An illusory palm print was faintly discernible.
"Middle Houtian realm!"
"Ning Yue's cultivation has reached the middle Houtian realm?"
"This morning, he was at the early Houtian realm. Only a few hours have passed, and he has actually reached the middle Houtian realm? This is too incredible. "
"Perhaps Ning Yue's cultivation was at the peak of the early Houtian realm this morning, and he just happened to break through to the middle Houtian realm today."
Although Song Fei and Zhang Wenyong knew that Ning Yue's cultivation had reached the middle Houtian realm, the people in Drunken Cloud Brothel did not know. They did not have the eyesight of Song Fei and Zhang Wenyong.
Therefore, now that they felt the fluctuations of Ning Yue's aura, they were somewhat shocked.
"Young Master, is this Ning Yue really only at the middle Houtian realm?"
The two men in the number one private room looked at the scene in the lobby through the window. The thin man said with some shock, "Even an ordinary late Houtian realm martial artist would not be able to make such a palm strike, right?"
"He is indeed at the middle Houtian realm." The young man who was called Young Master nodded and said, "To be able to become a Three Stars Consecrator of the Snow Pavilion, he naturally has some skills. But to block Song Fei's fist, it will be a little difficult."
"That's right. If he can block Song Fei's fist, doesn't it mean that his talent and strength are similar to Young Master's?" The thin man said.
Zhang Wenyong stood at the entrance of the third floor, looking at Ning Yue with great interest as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Ji Feng, according to you, how long do you think Ning Yue will be bedridden this time? One year? Two years? "Zhang Wenyong said with a smile.
"Zhang Wenyong, Ning Yue's palm strike is very powerful. Maybe he can block Song Fei's fist with thirty percent of his strength." Ji Feng was not as optimistic as Zhang Wenyong.
"Haha, Brother Ji worries too much." Zhang Wenyong smiled mysteriously and said, "Do you think Song Fei will only use thirty percent of his strength?"
"Eh? Could it be that Song Fei will use his full strength? "Ji Feng looked at Song Fei with a thought.
"Fifty percent of his strength!"
Ji Feng was shocked by what he saw.
He realized that Song Fei had secretly increased the strength of his fist to fifty percent. Fighting Ning Yue with fifty percent of his strength, there was no need to say who would be the final winner.
Sha sha!
Song Fei's fist appeared in front of Ning Yue in an instant, aiming for his chest.
As the fist gradually approached Ning Yue, Song Fei seemed to see a high-grade Yuan crystal waving at him. The corner of his mouth curled up unnaturally.
Bang!
However, just as Song Fei's fist was about to come into contact with Ning Yue's chest, an illusory palm print suddenly appeared in front of his fist.
A muffled sound rang out. His fist and the illusory palm print collided head-on.
Song Fei's expression changed because he realized that the strength of the illusory palm print was about the same as fifty percent of his strength!
"Damn it!" Song Fei cursed in his heart. His face gradually darkened.
For safety's sake, he broke the agreement and used fifty percent of his strength so that he could defeat Ning Yue in one move.
Who would have thought that his Thunderbolt Fist, which was fifty percent of his strength, could not even touch Ning Yue's chest. If news of this were to spread, how could he establish himself in Tianxuan City?
Thinking of this, Song Fei gritted his teeth and unconsciously increased the strength of his fist.
"Sixty percent!"
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