Cui Zhenshan has been famous for a long time, while Chen Feng was a waste before, but recently I heard that his strength seems to have improved by leaps and bounds.
But the vast majority of people are still optimistic about Cui Zhenshan. After all, many people have never seen Chen Feng's performance, let alone believe it is true.
"Since you are so anxious to reincarnate, then I will help you!"
Cui Zhenshan clenched his fists and smiled ferociously.
Sun Xin stood in the stands and shouted crazily: "Elder brother, kill Chen Feng! I want his life!"
“Each one is more nonsense than the last!”
Chen Feng said lightly, and suddenly his feet accelerated and rushed towards Cui Zhenshan.
Cui Zhenshan shouted: "Well done!"
He gathered his true energy in both hands and punched to meet him.
Cui Zhenshan's hands condensed into a cyan color, and a wood-like texture appeared, making them look like they were carved from wood.
An elder complimented Elder Sun: "Senior Brother Sun, you are really good at teaching me. Your disciple, this green wood hand, must have become a master!"
Elder Sun twirled his beard very proudly and said with a smile: "Yes, Zhenshan's green wood hand was fully grown half a month ago."
"The hands have completely lost the sense of pain. They are as hard as fine iron and have the characteristics of wood. They recover very quickly. Even if half of them are cut off, they can grow back quickly."
He deliberately made his voice loud, and many disciples took a breath of cold air when they heard it, feeling extremely envious in their hearts.
What a powerful Aoki hand!
Although Aoki Hands is only a yellow-level first-level martial skill, it is actually not weak. When practiced to the extreme, its power is astonishing.
Sun Xin also practiced this, but his realm was far behind Cui Zhenshan.
Han Cong was a little worried after hearing this. He looked at Chen Feng with a hint of worry in his eyes.
Elder Sun glanced at him and continued to smile to himself: "As a disciple, my talent is quite good, and the Aoki Hands have been trained to the extreme by Zhenshan."
"If he can enter the top 100 in the competition this time, I have prepared a yellow-level third-grade martial arts book for him as a prize. It is a little thought from my master."
The disciples around the ring were even more uproar after hearing this.
Many people have begun to think about joining Elder Sun's disciples.
At this moment, Chen Feng's fist collided with Cui Zhenshan's Qingmu hand.
Aoki's hands are full of green energy, and they look very powerful. But Chen Feng's fists are thin and white, with no abnormalities at all. They are just ordinary fists.
Many people in the audience thought that if it were me, I could kill him with one punch.
Han Cong was so nervous that he almost stood up.
Elder Sun had a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold.
Sun Xin's face twisted with excitement.
However, something unexpected happened to everyone.
The fists met and there was a huge explosion, and then Cui Zhenshan let out a scream and flew out.
His palm was completely shattered, and the palm was gone, leaving only a bare wrist. Blood slowly seeped out from the broken part of the wrist that had maintained its wooden texture.
Cui Zhenshan let out a shrill scream.
Chen Feng showed a ruthless look on his face and showed no mercy. He flew up and punched Cui Zhenshan seven times in a row, without exception, hitting Cui Zhenshan's chest hard.
Cui Zhenshan flew out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground, motionless like a puddle of rotten meat.
"What? This is impossible!" Elder Sun suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.
Sun Xin stared at this scene blankly, completely dumbfounded.
A disciple rushed over, took a look at Cui Zhenshan's injuries, and cried out in a tearful voice: "Master, senior brother, senior brother, he is dead!"
Cui Zhenshan's chest was blown open by Chen Feng, and all his internal organs were turned into pulp. It would be strange if he didn't die.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the blue sky in disbelief, with a hint of horror and disbelief still in his eyes.
The area around the arena was as quiet as a cemetery.
Everyone looked at Chen Feng, extremely shocked.
"What kind of monster is this? It didn't even use any martial arts skills, and it defeated the famous Cui Zhenshan with one punch?"
Han Cong stood up and laughed happily: "Elder Sun, your disciple's green wood hand is really powerful. He is indeed a master of cultivation! I admire you! I admire you!"
"This time, Elder Sun, you can save yourself a piece of yellow-level third-grade martial arts, which is gratifying."
Elder Sun's face turned livid at his sarcasm, and he turned around and flew away.
He would be humiliating himself by staying here.
Chen Feng looked at the referee and said, "Can I be considered the winner?"
The referee was stunned. He was shocked just now. When Chen Feng asked, he nodded, came to Cui Zhenshan, checked, and then announced loudly.
"In the Outer Sect Competition, fists and feet have no eyes, and life and death are not concerned! In the seventy-fourth round of the first round of the Outer Sect Competition, Cui Zhenshan died, and Chen Feng won! Advance to the next round!"
Chen Feng walked to the edge of the ring, stared at the disciple who just laughed at him, and said calmly: "I told you, I will swell your face."
Everyone's eyes fell on the disciple, who was so ashamed that he wished he could crawl into the ground.
He was smart enough to know that he could not afford to offend Chen Feng, so he slapped himself in the face, causing his mouth and nose to bleed, and said loudly: "Senior Brother Chen, I am blind and can't see Mount Tai. You, sir, don't be as knowledgeable as me."
