At this moment, even the breeze seemed to have frozen.
The warriors present have all seen what a violent fighting style is.
At this time, Wu Dong, who was holding a heavy wrought copper rod, was almost like a fierce general wreaking havoc on the battlefield in their eyes.
The attack was too violent and overbearing.
They were also shocked by the strength Wu Dong showed.
A person who has reached such an innate peak of fighting against Yun Feiyang alone seems to have not yet fallen behind.
With such an astonishing performance, not to mention all the Houtian warriors, even the eleven newly defeated Xiantian warriors felt greatly inferior.
Now, all the warriors are filled with doubts: How did this guy develop his martial arts?
It was obvious that this guy was practicing purely external skills, without any trace of internal skills.
When did external martial artists become so ferocious?
Even the few Houtian warriors who had suffered losses at the hands of Wu Dong before felt waves of turmoil and joy in their hearts.
The most surprising thing was the deacon in the inner hall and the elite warriors in the stronghold.
They never expected that the ordinary Wu Dong could be so vigorous.
Needless to say, the moods are all complicated, and the more important thing is surprises.
Wu Dong didn't pay much attention to it. At this time, his heart was full of fighting spirit, and his eyes were full of Yun Feiyang's figure.
The cooked copper stick in his hand buzzed softly, and the originally smooth surface had many dents of different depths and sizes.
A clue can also be seen from the strength of the out-of-body Qi of the innate peak master.
Without waiting for Yun Feiyang's reaction, he dwarfed his body and exerted force on his feet, like a tiger flying down the mountain, and suddenly swung out the cooked copper stick in his hand.
Yun Feiyang's heart was shocked, and he felt that the cooked copper stick in Wu Dong's hand had turned into a colorful tiger with teeth and claws, roaring and charging towards him.
Is this the embodiment of Wu Dong's fighting spirit integrated into his martial arts?
Not daring to be negligent, the sword in his hand flew up and down, and the fierce sword energy roared all over the sky, as if the rain of sword energy was about to drown everything.
Buzz…
The cooked copper stick shook violently and split into two in an instant. The sharp shadow of the stick swept across, and the air swords that were as dense as raindrops dispersed wherever they passed.
His forward momentum was not affected much, and he continued to smash towards Yun Feiyang without mercy.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...
Gold and iron clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and two figures flew out at the same time.
Wu Dong felt an inexplicable force flowing backwards from the cooked copper rod, pouring into his body from his palms, rushing left and right to wreak havoc.
The entire arm was overwhelmed by pain in an instant. The muscles, skin, and bones were shaking wildly, and the skin was rippling like water waves. The inexplicable force that invaded the body was forced into the cooked copper rod, and it flew upside down fiercely.
Smash it to the ground below you.
Boom!
There was a loud noise that shocked the eardrums, mud flew and smoke filled the air, and the heavy wrought copper stick smashed a half-foot-diameter deep pit on the overgrown ground.
What's even more shocking is that when Wu Dong took advantage of the situation to stabilize his body, the wrought copper rod in his hand was already slightly bent.
Even so, he felt uncomfortable with the surging energy and blood in his body at this time.
On the opposite side, Yun Feiyang's situation was slightly better. With his defensive Qi body protection, he could offset most of the huge force of the sword being rolled back at the critical moment.
The zhenqi that circulates freely in the body has a momentary stagnation.
There were bursts of tingling pain in the muscles and skin of his hands. It was obvious that he had suffered minor injuries during the violent collision just now.
The figure is still as ethereal as flying, stepping on an irregular stone gracefully, like grass dancing in the wind, naturally and casually.
The two men's eyes met, but they did not continue fighting.
"Brother Dong, you really surprised me. I didn't expect that my external skills have reached such a level. I almost suffered a big loss!"
Yun Feiyang spoke slowly, his tone full of surprise that could not be concealed.
Waves of waves arose in his heart. He never expected that Wu Dong, whom he had not paid much attention to before, would be his strongest enemy right now.
Even though his peak innate Qi cultivation could not suppress this man's huge external power, he felt quite aggrieved and powerless in his heart.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you can have such combat power through external martial arts training!"
Wu Dong laughed heartily, and the muscles and membranes of his arms became sore and weak. He had lost most of his combat power, but Hu Lao's power was still there. As long as he didn't take the initiative to show it, no one would be able to tell the clues.
This is the benefit of having deep control over oneself. No one can see his true state.
"Of course, I have to thank the copycat for training, so I have such combat power!"
"Brother Dong, there is no point in continuing to fight, why not stop and make peace!"
Yun Feiyang was noncommittal and naturally didn't believe Wu Dong's words, but at this time he had given up on continuing to fight.
If I hit him again, I might really get hurt.
Wu Dong's power is so great that even if he has body-protecting Qi, he cannot completely isolate himself from the damage caused by powerful physical attacks.
"good!"
Wu Dong didn't say any more nonsense. He picked up the slightly deformed copper rod and strode back to the stronghold with a group of elite warriors.
Only this time, he became the absolute focus of the crowd.
A vigorous competition ended in such a strange way.
For the warriors who participated, they were all deeply shocked.
It was also the first time that they knew that after practicing external skills to a certain level, their combat power was no worse than that of Zhenqi warriors.
Wu Dong's feelings were naturally more profound.
No wonder the fierce generals on the battlefield are not afraid of the so-called martial arts masters.
When the body's strength is strong enough, it can withstand attacks from even innate masters, and it can also launch ferocious counterattacks.
So what if the innate warrior can leave his body with his true energy?
The power of out-of-body Qi is not exaggerated.
As long as the weapons at hand can withstand it, the so-called out-of-body Qi can be dispersed easily with a simple stir. The previous battle is the best proof.
The heavier the weapon, the greater the chance of winning against an innate warrior.
Wu Dong was also a little lucky. When he came, he found the heavy cooked copper rod in his hand from the warehouse of the stronghold.
At first, I just felt more at ease having a guy in my hand.
Later, I thought about it. The internal martial arts warrior's methods are obviously not afraid of light weapons, so I would just bring a medium-sized weapon with a cooked copper stick.
That's right, the cooked copper rod weighing forty-five kilograms was only a mid-range weapon in his eyes.
A so-called heavy weapon must weigh at least sixty kilograms to qualify for this.
Declining Yun Feiyang's invitation to drink, Mingyan realized something in his heart and returned to the base accompanied by the deacon in the inner hall.
"Tell me, what's going on with your martial arts skills?"
When we arrived at the stronghold and there were no outsiders present, the deacon in the inner hall couldn't wait to ask: "Don't be careless with me, I know everything about you!"
The other elite warriors in the stronghold nodded, and most of them understood Wu Dong's situation.
The outer disciples who were unable to practice internal skills were appointed as the second steward of Linjiang Town for unknown reasons.
In addition to the Tiger Fist, which is compulsory for outer disciples, the martial arts practiced are the 'ancestral' Di Fang Fist and Di Fang Dao.
They don't think that Wu Dong's martial arts can reach that level by relying solely on these basic external skills.
It was at this moment that every time I thought of the fierce collision between Wu Dong and Yun Feiyang, I couldn't help but feel a surge of heartbeat and horror.
That cooked copper rod swept through thousands of troops with such violent momentum that it was truly terrifying.
At least, none of them felt that if they were Yun Feiyang, they could block him head-on. Even the three innate warriors didn't have the confidence to do so.
The addition of such a terrifying combat power to the stronghold is naturally a good thing for the stronghold and Evil Tiger Village, but the premise is that Wu Dong cannot have any problems.
"Deacon, there's no need to make such a fuss!"
Wu Dong chuckled and said: "Previously, when Master Lei of the Zhan Hall came over, he sent me an external martial arts training method called "Tiger Roaring Strength" through the martial arts I taught in the outer sect!"
"Tiger Roaring Power"?
The elite warriors present were all stunned, and the expressions on their faces immediately softened.
Of course they know this medium-level external skill training method. If they carefully recall the details of Wu Dong's battle, it is really the method of "Tiger Roaring Power"!
Since Wu Dong practiced external martial arts inherited from a copycat village, there is no doubt about it.
"What level has your "Tiger Roaring Strength" reached?"
The deacon's expression in the inner hall returned to normal, but he still asked: "Even if you have mastered "Tiger Roaring Power" to great perfection, you won't have as much exaggerated combat power as you, right?"
"Deacon, my "Tiger Roar Power" has reached the level of bone training!"
Wu Dong did not hide anything, and said directly: "I have actually tried my best, and the remaining combat power will not exceed 30%, but I just didn't show it!"
At this point, he spread his hands and said helplessly: "My hands are still sore and numb, and it is difficult to exert force for a while!"
"Really?"
As if a big stone had fallen from his heart, the deacon in the inner hall looked kindly on his face and asked with concern: "There are no sequelae, right?"
"No, just practice for a few days and you'll be fine!"
Wu Dong shook his head and said bitterly: "In that situation, as long as I didn't fall down, I had to hold on!"
Including the inner hall deacon, a group of elite warriors nodded in approval.
If it were them, they would do the same thing.
"You guys, are you very talented in practicing external skills?"
The inner hall deacon joked: "So quickly, you have reached the level of bone training!"
"If you can't cultivate your internal skills, and you're not willing to become a marginal role, then you can only practice your external skills and work hard to achieve great results!"
Wu Dong smiled bitterly and said: "Fortunately, the effect is good, otherwise I might not be able to get ahead in the future!"
Naturally, the elite warriors present felt comforted after hearing these words.
After all, the mainstream of martial arts in this world is the cultivation of internal strength, which is no joke. In some aspects, the cultivation of internal strength is indeed much more advantageous than the hard work of external cultivation.
Of course, it is not so strange to occasionally encounter someone like Wu Dong who is extremely talented in practicing external martial arts. Otherwise, there would be no external martial arts such as "Tiger Roar"...