Chapter 133
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That new disciple also knew that he was definitely not Zhou Qu's opponent. However, relying on his good physique, he thought that no matter how weak he was, he would not be defeated in three moves. Even if he was slightly injured, he would still be able to endure it.
This thought existed in the minds of many new disciples.
Logically speaking, there was nothing wrong with such a thought.
Unless there was an extremely huge disparity in levels, it was almost impossible to defeat the opponent in three moves.
If Zhou Qu was an inner sect disciple, probably no one would dare to receive it. However, since they were all outer sect disciples, there should not be too much of a difference in their skills.
With a heart full of anticipation, the new disciple channeled his qi and stood still, waiting to receive three moves and take down the Xi Spirit Pill.
Zhou Qu was full of smiles on the surface, but in reality, he had already accumulated strength in his hands. Suddenly, he made a move towards that new disciple.
Since he was receiving the move, that new disciple could naturally respond with a move as well. He only needed to receive one move.
The instant the two of them exchanged blows, Zhou Qu threw a punch directly at his opponent's face. That disciple immediately raised his hand to block and received the first move.
Although it was a little strenuous, the new disciple could not help but feel a trace of joy.
Indeed, it was not difficult to receive two or three moves from Zhou Qu. Although Zhou Qu's strength was very strong, his moves were not considered tricky, and it was not a problem for him to receive it.
After a while, Zhou Qu made a second move, and this second move was received by the new disciple without any danger.
These two consecutive moves fell into the eyes of the spectators. Those new disciples who were still hesitating immediately let down their guard when they saw that Zhou Qu's moves were not sharp. All of them rubbed their palms together and were ready to give it a try.
Seeing that the new disciples had all let down their guard, Ye Qingtang shook her head secretly.
Zhou Qu's method of inviting the enemy into a trap was really quite useful.
The most crucial of the three moves was the third move.
When Zhou Qu punched out for the third move, on the surface, this move did not seem to be any different from the previous moves. It was still unhurried and easy to parry.
However, the moment the new disciple raised his hand to receive the attack, the moment their fists collided, the new disciple felt a ferocious force, like that of a ferocious tiger descending the mountain, pouring into his body from his fist. That force was so great that it was impossible for him to block it. Before he could react, his entire body was sent flying by that force!
Everyone thought that Zhou Qu's three moves were still easy to receive, but no one expected that the new disciple would suddenly fail at the last move.
After losing in the third move, the competition naturally ended. The disciple clutched his throbbing chest and looked up at Zhou Qu, who had a fake smile on his face.
Only he knew that the seemingly ordinary third move just now was completely different from the previous two moves!
Many new disciples around felt pity for him and felt that he was just a little bit away from winning a bottle of Xi Spirit Pills.
Yet now, not only did that new disciple not win a Xi Spirit Pill, he even lost the Xi Spirit Pill that he had just received to Zhou Qu.
"It's really a pity for this Junior Brother. Just a little bit more, and he could receive the third move." Zhou Qu held the Xi Spirit Pill in his hands and pretended to sigh regretfully, but an evil glint flashed across his eyes.
Among these new disciples, how many of them could withstand a punch from him?
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