Lu Fei would not be at a disadvantage if he were to arm wrestle with Meng Huo. However, Meng Huo's palm was too big and he had a huge advantage. Even so, Meng Huo found it difficult to withstand the One Yang Finger that Lu Fei had once practiced.
Meng Huo's face was slightly red when he let go. It was obvious that he had suffered a loss. Lu Fei smiled and said, "Leader Meng is indeed a warrior."
Meng Huo was also shocked. He thought that this person was too strong. However, he did not show any surprise on his face. He smiled and said, "Young Master Lu is not bad either. Let's learn from each other when we have time. Right now, there is an important matter. Ah Yun, I received news that Zi Wu from Liuhuo Stockade, who proposed marriage last time, is here again. I came here to send him away. "
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from outside. Everyone looked out the window and saw dozens of horses rushing into the stronghold and stopping directly in front of the stronghold. The bald man in the lead jumped down from the horse and stabbed the mace in his hand into the ground. Seeing this, Li Yun said angrily, "These people are too unreasonable." As she spoke, she wanted to throw out two flying knives. Li Xing stopped her and said, "They have the Sect of Flame behind them. Don't act rashly."
Meng Huo snorted and said, "This guy is too arrogant. Let him come at me." Then, he walked out of the door. Li Xing quickly followed him. Li Yun glanced at Lu Fei and ran out as well. Lu Fei followed behind them slowly. When he went out, he saw the bald man standing in front of the stockade with dozens of people. He said to Li Xing, "We are here to marry Ah Yun. Where is she?"
Li Xing said, "Leader Meng has already proposed marriage to me. Even if you are here to marry her, why did you rush into the stockade empty-handed?"
The bald man chuckled and said, "As long as I marry Ah Yun, there will be a lot of betrothal gifts. Father-in-law, don't worry."
Meng Huo stood up and said, "There is a first come, first served marriage. You snatched my fiancée. Do you have any respect for me?"
The bald man said disdainfully, "Of course I don't have any respect for you." As he spoke, he looked at Li Yun, who was beside Lu Fei, and said, "Today, I, Zi Wu, will definitely marry this woman. Who dares to stop me?"
Meng Huo laughed loudly and said, "Loser, you really boast shamelessly. You have to get past me first." As he spoke, he jumped down from the high platform. While he was in the air, he had already pulled out the broadsword on his back and slashed it at Zi Wu's bald head. Zi Wu roared and swung his mace, which collided with Meng Huo's broadsword. A loud clang was heard, causing pain in everyone's ears.
The two of them retreated. Meng Huo thought that Zi Wu's skills had improved again. He was lucky to win last time, but he did not know if he could win this time. On second thought, if he lost, how could he face Ah Yun? This time, he could only win, not lose. Thinking of this, Meng Huo stepped forward again and swung his broadsword. Zi Wu's mace immediately met the broadsword. Seeing this, Meng Huo changed his broadsword's momentum and turned it into a horizontal slash. Zi Wu deftly placed his mace in front of him and blocked Meng Huo's broadsword. After taking a step back, he switched from defense to offense. The mace in his hand was like a child's toy. It danced in front of him, creating countless sparks. During this time, he would occasionally launch a surprise attack and turn Meng Huo's offense into a defensive position.
Lu Fei saw how Zi Wu used his mace and knew that Meng Huo was likely to lose this time. Although their skills were about the same, Zi Wu's mace technique was exquisite. This person must have a brilliant master guiding him from behind. Otherwise, he would not be able to use such a superb mace technique.
Sure enough, Meng Huo was continuously taken back by his opponent. In the end, Zi Wu's mace technique became bold and powerful. Every time he attacked, he used all his strength. In the end, Zi Wu followed the mace. Not only was his strength great, but his attacks were also fast. Zi Wu used the mace's momentum to attack, and in the blink of an eye, Meng Huo was beaten to the point where he could not fight back. At this time, Meng Huo was in an extremely sorry state. He could barely withstand his opponent's attacks. It was impossible for him to switch from defense to offense.
Suddenly, Zi Wu shouted and his mace smashed onto Meng Huo's broadsword. The broadsword in Meng Huo's hand flew out of his hand. Zi Wu took the opportunity to attack and smashed his mace towards Meng Huo's head. If Meng Huo had stopped earlier, although he would have been defeated, he would have been able to save his life. However, he was holding on for the sake of his reputation. Now, even if he wanted to retreat, it was too late. When the crowd saw that Meng Huo was about to die under the mace, they cried out in alarm and their hearts tightened.
When the bald-headed Zi Wu saw that he was about to succeed but was interrupted by someone, he looked angrily at Lu Fei and said, "Who do you think you are? Come over here."
Lu Fei pointed at Zi Wu and untied the bundle on his body. He sneered, "Who do you think you are? You don't even have a single hair."
As soon as he said this, the other people in the stronghold roared with laughter. The group of people behind Zi Wu began to curse. Zi Wu's face darkened and he shouted, "Die!" As he spoke, he raised his mace and rushed towards Lu Fei. At this time, Lu Fei had already put on the steel gloves that Wei Ning had specially made for him. He reached out and placed the bundle on Li Yun's hand. Then, he leaped up and used the move "Flying in the Sky" to attack Zi Wu. Although his palm strength was strong, his opponent's mace was also a divine weapon. It was likely that it could break through his zhenqi protection. It was safer to wear the gloves.
Seeing this, Zi Wu used his mace to meet Lu Fei's palm. There was a loud "boom" and Zi Wu was forced to retreat. However, Lu Fei floated to the ground and slammed his palm towards Zi Wu again. Zi Wu looked at Lu Fei in shock. He thought that this young man's internal energy was truly powerful. The gloves in his hands were even more precious. They were actually able to knock off the spikes on his mace. He saw Lu Fei's palm strike coming towards him again. This time, it was extremely powerful and fast. Even if he wanted to dodge, he could not. He could only meet his opponent's palm head-on. This time, he was forced back more than ten steps. He felt his palm go numb and he almost lost his grip on his mace.
Once Lu Fei gained the upper hand, he continued to attack. It was as if he was unforgiving and ruthless. Zi Wu did not even have the chance to change his moves. He could only try his best to meet his opponent head-on. If his internal energy was slightly weaker, he would probably have been killed by Lu Fei. Everyone watched as Zi Wu was beaten back by Lu Fei. In the blink of an eye, he had retreated more than ten feet. Suddenly, Lu Fei's palm landed on Zi Wu's mace. Then, his entire body turned into an afterimage. Both of his palms struck Zi Wu's chest. Zi Wu was sent flying and vomited blood. He fell to the ground, unable to speak.
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