"Lotus Growing in Fire!"
God's long eyebrows twitched, and a terrifying sound wave roared out. God's figure pounced forward like a violent ape, and both of his fists flashed about. The moment he made his move, he attacked Zhang Sanfeng's temples.
He clearly saw that these students who entered All Heavens College before him had much stronger movement skills than him, and he had to unleash 120% of his strength.
"Bang!"
Zhang Sanfeng did not dodge, and without any fancy moves, he directly met God's punch with a punch.
The two's fists and palms collided. First, there was the sound of muscles colliding, followed by three to four consecutive collisions, and the sound of metal colliding could be heard.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
God retreated repeatedly, and with every step he took, a huge sonic boom could be heard.
"Who are you?"
God's face was filled with shock. Not only did Zhang Sanfeng not retreat, he even took a step forward. God's fist was growing larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, and smashed towards God's chest.
This person seemed to be using Taiji Fist just now.
Rumble!
God hurriedly used one of his arms to block. However, God's body swayed for a moment.
Zhang Sanfeng, however, took another half a step forward, and smashed his fist towards God again.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Just that this time, the punches were much more concentrated, and like rocks hitting the shore, the punches locked onto God's body.
Then, everyone below the stage saw that Zhang Sanfeng was continuously punching forward, and God was continuously retreating.
Furthermore, something shocking happened, a drop of blood actually flowed down from God's long eyebrows.
"Drip ~"
This drop of blood seemed to be a signal, and God's eyebrows were like water droplets on the roof, dripping onto the ground.
Not long after, everyone below the stage could smell the smell of blood in the air.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Zhang Sanfeng's expression did not change, and his punches became faster and faster, more and more ferocious, and more and more powerful.
"I feel that master is becoming more and more … fond of fighting."
Below the stage, Zhang Cuishan could not help but sigh with emotion.
He had seen his master fight a few times, especially when he was fighting against masters with a certain level of strength. He had shown a domineering and fierce power that he had never shown before.
"How can he be so strong?"
"How can his Taiji Fist be so strong?"
"Who is this person?"
Each of Zhang SanFeng's punches seemed simple, but God knew exactly how exquisite each of his punches were.
The Daoist in front of him seemed to have comprehended the Taiji Fist to the acme of perfection. He could turn the simple into the complex, combining hardness with softness. If he could not block a single punch, he might be beaten to death.
"I …"
God wanted to end the fight, but he couldn't open his mouth. If he opened his mouth, his breath would dissipate. He couldn't block Zhang Sanfeng's torrential punches.
In order to block Zhang Sanfeng's fist, he had burned his own blood and Qi. With each passing breath, his blood and Qi became thinner and his foundation weakened.
If this was the World of Dragons and Snakes, even if he was beaten to death by Zhang Sanfeng, he, God, would not lower his head and admit defeat.
However, this was All Heavens College, a place where True Gods existed. There was still a bright path ahead. He could not bear to die.
"Bang!"
At this moment, God suddenly rolled on the ground like a donkey, then held his head with both hands and shouted.
"How about we end this fight here?"
"If you hit me again, if you don't kill me today, I will hit your disciple every time I see him."
Because of the monkey's words, he could not admit defeat directly. He needed an excuse to end the fight.
Zhang Cuishan, Yin SuSu, and Zhang Wuji were speechless.
"Bang!"
Without any hesitation, Zhang Sanfeng punched God's chest.
"How dare you threaten my disciple in front of me? Do you really think that Zhang Sanfeng has a good temper?"
This time, Zhang Sanfeng not only used the strength of his fist to attack, but also his hundred-year-old pure Yang internal force into God's body. He even used a mental attack.
As long as God did not surrender and he did not kill him, he would not be held responsible at all.
"Zhang Sanfeng?"
God was dumbfounded.
He was fighting Zhang Sanfeng?
"I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
God spat out a mouthful of blood and said in a daze.
He finally understood why he could not sense the surging Qi and blood in Zhang Sanfeng's body. It was because Zhang Sanfeng had already returned to his original state. If he did not want to let him see, he could not see through it.
The person in front of him not only cultivated internal force, but also Zhang Sanfeng, who had created his own Taiji Fist. How could he be a match for him?
"God, this is your first time here, so I don't know how strong you are. So, you must go to the Shaolin Temple for a trial today."
At this moment, Li Xunhuan spoke.
"Who are you?"
God said with a dumbfounded look.
"I am a teacher of the beginner class. I am temporarily in charge of the students in the beginner class."
Li Xunhuan said, then used his teacher card to contact Ku Cheng, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple in the Condor Shooting World. "Today, a student named God is going to the trial. He is very confident in his strength. You can extend the trial time. Four to six hours is not a problem."
God was speechless.
A teacher of the beginner class?
Wasn't that his teacher?
Although he did not know what the trial at the Shaolin Temple represented, God had a very bad feeling about it.
Moreover, he was now seriously injured.
"You didn't see the strength I showed just now clearly …"
Before God could finish, he was interrupted by Li Xunhuan. "I was thinking about the difference between a monkey and a human, so I forgot to observe the situation around me."
God was speechless.
"Is it over?"
At this moment, a very familiar figure appeared.
Tang Zichen!
He had always wanted to assassinate Tang Zichen. In the end, Tang Zichen relied on his spiritual state of "see, hear, and avoid danger". Every time before he could get close to Tang Zichen, Tang Zichen would sense his presence and avoid his assassination in advance.
"Teacher Tang, the trial between the students is over."
Li Xunhuan smiled slightly.
"Since it's over, I will arrange the cultivation curriculum for the students of the Chinese martial arts system. In addition to daily cultivation, as long as Zhang Zhenren is free, I will try to arrange for you to spar with Zhang Zhenren once a day."
"You must cherish the opportunity to spar with Zhang Zhenren. There are too many things you can learn from him."
Tang Zichen seemed to have no idea what had just happened and said with a serious face.
The reason why they practiced Chinese martial arts was that the spiritual energy was thin, so they couldn't achieve much by cultivating internal strength.
As for Zhang Sanfeng, because of the thin spiritual energy, his cultivation of internal strength had reached the peak. He created Taiji Fist, which was similar to both internal strength and Chinese martial arts. He wanted to become an immortal.
God was speechless.
"By the way, you must get along well with Zhang Zhenren."
"The dean has already said that as long as Zhang Zhenren cultivates the primary martial arts textbook [Nine Yang Sutra] to perfection, he will become the head teacher of the primary class."
"Getting along well with your head teacher will be good for your future."
Tang Zichen suddenly thought of something and added.
God was speechless.
Zhang Sanfeng's future head teacher?
Li Xunhuan, who was called a monkey by him, was a teacher?
Tang Zichen, who was constantly being assassinated by him, was a teacher?
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