"Berserk Lion Fist!"
Wu Meng roared as he sneered in his heart. This new disciple who defeated Xiao Ping due to his carelessness would definitely not be able to block his Berserk Lion Fist.
The Berserk Lion Fist was different from the Berserk Tiger Fist. The Berserk Tiger Fist was an ordinary yellow-ranked martial skill. However, his Berserk Lion Fist was a peerless yellow-ranked martial skill!
It was almost at the level of a half-step Profound Martial Skill!
It was different from the Outer Sect. Within the Outer Sect's Martial Skill Pavilion, there were only Yellow Rank Martial Skills. There were very few Profound Rank Martial Skills. In order to prevent the Outer Sect disciples from feeling inferior, the Lingyun Sect erased all the words regarding ranks from the Outer Sect's Martial Skill Pavilion.
After entering the inner sect, one could even come in contact with the Profound Martial Skills in the inner sect's Martial Skill Pavilion.
Therefore, the inner sect disciples all knew about the ranks of martial skills.
And this Berserk Lion Fist was one of the best among the peerless yellow-ranked martial skills. In Wu Meng's opinion, if Tianyang were to receive this fist, even if he didn't die, he would be crippled!
Hmph! Xiao Ping is trash, and you, the new disciple, are also trash!
"Berserk Lion Fist?" Hearing the familiar name of the martial skill, Tianyang was surprised. It seemed to be similar to Bai Lu's Berserk Tiger Fist.
However, looking at Wu Meng's Berserk Lion Fist, Tianyang looked at Wu Meng with pity.
Wu Meng was tall and strong, but his Berserk Lion Fist didn't have the intent of a berserk lion. Even Bai Lu had touched a little of it.
"Your True Yuan is quite condensed, but it's a pity that your understanding of the Berserk Lion Fist is only at the surface. The berserk lion is a madness that comes from the heart, not a disguised madness."
"This kind of madness can only be considered weak!"
"For this peerless yellow-ranked martial skill to fall into your hands, it's really a waste."
Tianyang sighed. Hearing this, Wu Meng was instantly enraged. Veins appeared on his forehead, "A piece of trash dares to evaluate my martial skill? You're courting death!"
The Clear Qi Realm second stage True Yuan quickly condensed on his fist. He did not use his Martial Spirit because in Wu Meng's opinion, the Heavenly Sun Realm was not worthy of him using his Martial Spirit.
Hearing this, Tianyang did not bother to say anything. He did not even bother to use his Tongming Fist. Without any fancy moves, he threw a straight punch!
Seeing this, everyone was shocked. Tianyang's cultivation was at a disadvantage. Facing Wu Meng's Peerless Yellow ranked Berserk Lion Fist, he actually dared to not use a martial skill.
Even though it was hard to avoid being heavily injured by Wu Meng if he used a martial skill, he would definitely die if he didn't use a martial skill!
Thinking of the bloody scene that was about to unfold, many people turned their heads away, not daring to look anymore. Could it be that the first place disciple in the inner disciple assessment was gone just like that?
Like a shooting star, it was a flash in the pan.
Bang!
At this moment, the Berserk Lion Fist collided with Tianyang's fist!
A turbulent wave of Qi exploded from the center of the collision, blowing the grass on the ground askew. Seeing this, Wu Meng's eyes sharpened, "He actually managed to block it. But, it's useless!"
Wu Meng's True Yuan continued to condense. In Wu Meng's fist, the sound of a lion's roar could be heard!
"Lion's Roar! Senior Wu Meng actually practiced the Berserk Lion Fist to such a level. It's over!"
Some people looked at the situation in a daze and sighed in their hearts. The Berserk Lion Fist was something that could only be achieved when one practiced the Berserk Lion Fist to a certain level!
Wu Meng's True Yuan cultivation was already higher than Tianyang's, and he had even practiced it to the level of the Berserk Lion Fist.
Tianyang, there was no need to fight anymore.
At this moment, Tianyang's eyebrows twitched.
"To be able to forcefully stimulate a bit of the Berserk Lion Fist's Concept, not bad. Unfortunately, it's still too weak."
Tianyang lightly shouted. Earth Dragon's Body, erupting!
A terrifying force comparable to the Earth Dragon's Body erupted from Tianyang's body. Without the participation of True Yuan, that terrifying physical strength directly suppressed the Berserk Lion Fist's roar!
In fact, just a trace of the Earth Dragon's Strength was enough to make Wu Meng feel that the skinny youth in front of him contained an explosive force that could crush him!
Seeing this, Wu Meng refused to believe it. Just as he was about to continue to condense True Yuan, the Earth Dragon's Body had also finished warming up.
Boom!
Before True Yuan could condense in his fist, the Earth Dragon's Body completely erupted. A terrifying force, with an unstoppable force, destroyed all of Wu Meng's attacks!
The violent force did not contain the slightest bit of True Yuan and directly rushed into Wu Meng's body.
Seeing this, Wu Meng's face changed. He could not care about continuing his attack. He staggered back a few steps and circulated his True Yuan. Only then did he dissolve the force. He looked at Tianyang in horror.
This guy was actually so strong!
This was also because Tianyang had not used the Tong Ming Fist. If Tianyang had used the Tong Ming Fist, then what awaited Wu Meng would not be just a simple force.
With Tianyang's familiarity with the Tong Ming Fist, Wu Meng would not have been able to detect the hidden force he had released.
If the hidden force had exploded, even if Wu Meng did not die, he would have lost a layer of skin. How could he be like now, standing on the same spot unscathed?
"Your physical strength is actually so strong!"
Wu Meng said in shock as he looked at Tianyang. In the previous exchange, he did not sense any True Yuan.
Without using True Yuan, he was able to break his Berserk Lion Fist. This physical strength was too terrifying.
Then, if Tianyang had used True Yuan, what would have happened to him?
Could it be that with just one punch, he would have been defeated like Xiao Ping, who had vomited blood and fainted?
The spectators at the side were extremely shocked at this moment. Tianyang had actually broken Wu Meng's Berserk Lion Fist in a direct confrontation, and had even forced him to retreat!
Wu Meng had retreated three steps, but Tianyang was still standing on the same spot, not moving at all.
Did this mean that Tianyang had gained the upper hand in the short exchange just now?
"How is this possible! Tianyang, it must be a coincidence. Moreover, Xiao Ping's strongest martial skill is only a peerless grade Yellow Rank Martial Skill. "
"My strongest martial skill is a low-grade Profound Rank Fist Technique! Once a low-grade Profound Rank Fist Technique is used, no matter how strong Tianyang's physical strength is, it is impossible for him to win. "
Waves of shock surged in Wu Meng's heart as he looked at Tianyang, who had a calm smile on his face.
He kept convincing himself in his heart. Then, Wu Meng's eyes turned cold again.
"Hmph, you were just lucky to break my Berserk Lion Fist. In the end, a Body Refinement Realm cultivator cannot match a Clear Qi Realm cultivator."
"You, Tianyang, are just trash in the Body Refinement Realm. In front of me, who is at the second level of the Clear Qi Realm, you are just an ant that I can casually crush!"
Wu Meng sneered. Hearing this, Tianyang raised his eyelids and glanced at Wu Meng indifferently.
Ant? He seemed to have heard this word not long ago.
It seemed that the person who had said this word was now lying unconscious in a hospital bed.
"A trash ant actually dared to defeat the fiftieth ranked Xiao Ping and occupy the fiftieth position."
"You even dared to break my Berserk Lion Fist."
A cold light flashed in his eyes. There was actually someone who dared to break his Berserk Lion Fist, and it was only a new disciple in the Body Refinement Realm!
Wu Meng's heart was filled with boundless anger.
"Trash, do you dare to fight with me in the arena?"
Looking down at Tianyang with contempt, Wu Meng sneered.
Hearing this, Tianyang's eyebrows twitched. Fight?
It seemed that Wu Meng's ranking was thirty-sixth.
Someone had just delivered his fiftieth ranking, and now, there was another person who wanted to surrender his ranking?
"Why wouldn't I dare to challenge a loser?"
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