After the salute, Muda turned around and looked down at Zhuo Wen, his eyes full of pride.
"Since the Saint has come to watch the battle in person, I will give you a chance to take action. I will stand here and give you three moves, only to defend but not to attack! After three moves, I will take the initiative to take action. You can take care of yourself then.
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Muda stood proudly, and he planned to perform well in front of the saint. If he could gain the appreciation of the saint, it would be of great benefit to his future development within the Shark clan.
"Your cultivation level has been suppressed to the same level as mine. Are you still going to let me do three moves?"
Zhuo Wen's eyes were strange. Muda really didn't take him seriously and actually planned to let him do three moves.
With Zhuowen's current strength, not to mention that Muda's cultivation was suppressed to the level of Xuanji Master. Even if he was not suppressed to Xuanji Master, Muda would be seeking death if he asked him to do three moves.
"What? Three moves aren't enough? If it's not enough, I can give you five moves. I don't mind letting you live five more moves. You'll be dead soon anyway."
Muda put his hands behind his back, raised his chin slightly, and looked deep into his eyes, speaking very pretentiously.
Zhuo Wen chuckled and didn't say much. Instead, he stepped out and stormed towards Muda.
Since Muda does not know how to live or die, he is not polite. With Muda's current suppressed cultivation, he is just a scumbag in front of Zhuo Wen.
Muda looked at Zhuo Wen silently, especially since Zhuo Wen only had the aura of Master Xuanji coming out of him, and his eyes were filled with contempt.
With such a scumbag cultivation level, even if he suppresses his cultivation level, he is still enough to destroy him with one move.
"This Muda is really too much. He fights Long Wen at the level of the Creator. Even if he is in a suppressed state, he has mastered more advanced heavenly energy and skills. Long Wen is always at a disadvantage."
"Now, this guy is still using this method to humiliate Long Wen. This is indirectly humiliating us human monks."
The human monks were all filled with indignation. When they were discussing just now, they already knew Zhuo Wen's pseudonym, and they all knew that this ignorant young man was called Long Wen.
Although they thought that this young man was ignorant and seeking death, he was a human monk after all, and now he was going to be beaten to death by a foreign race in full view of the public.
Moreover, they still had to be beaten to death, and they couldn't help but feel a bit sad that the rabbit was dead and the fox was dead.
"Sure enough, he is just a mysterious master. I thought he was so powerful!" The elder of the second clan shook his head and whispered speechlessly.
When Zhuo Wen takes action, he just bursts out his own power. Although this power is indeed more powerful than the ordinary Mysterious Master, the gap is really a bit big compared to Muda.
Everyone can guess that Zhuo Wen will end up miserable without reading any further.
Muda laughed wildly, thinking that this guy is indeed a waste.
Zhuo Wen's movements were basically seen through by him. In his eyes, this was simply slow motion!
boom!
Zhuo Wen had already rushed in front of Muda, and with the five fingers of his right hand forming a fist, he roared towards his face.
"I said you're a waste, and you are indeed a waste. I've seen through this move. Why are you fighting with me?"
Muda shook his head and sneered, his right hand formed into a palm, and he stretched out casually to meet the incoming Zhuo Wen's right fist.
boom!
Zhuowen's right fist was easily held in Muda's palm.
When everyone around them saw this scene, they couldn't help but shake their heads. Muda's level was much higher than Zhuowen's. Even if his cultivation level was the same as Zhuowen's, there was no way the latter would be Muda's opponent.
"Haha, I thought this boy would be difficult? I didn't expect that at this level, after five moves, Muda can kill him with one move!" The elder of the second clan shook his head and sneered.
The saint girl standing next to the elders of the two clans did not speak, but it could be seen from her expression that she was not interested in this battle. After all, the difference between the two was too huge.
Click!
Just when everyone thought that after holding Zhuo Wen's fist, Muda would tear Zhuo Wen's right hand off in one go, but the next scene left everyone stunned.
I saw Zhuo Wen's fist suddenly erupting with crystal light, and a terrifying aura that swallowed the world suddenly erupted.
Muda, who was not paying attention at first, suddenly contracted his pupils, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Immediately, he felt that the strength of the fist he squeezed suddenly changed, as if an unreachable mountain fell on his right hand.
Click!
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and Mda's right arm was directly bent and twisted by the punch. The bones of the forearm penetrated from the elbow, and the bones of the back arm penetrated from the shoulder.
Streams of blood mist exploded from Muda's right arm, looking very terrifying.
Muda screamed, and immediately grabbed his wasted right arm. Just as he was about to retreat, a palm instantly appeared on his cheek and slapped him hard.
With a snap, Muda was slapped to the ground. His head hit the ground hard, and the ground shook violently. His head was directly blasted into a big crater, and the right side of Muda's face was bulging high, which was too horrible to look at.
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This scene happened so fast that before anyone could react, Muda's right hand was disabled and he was severely slapped in the face.
What on earth is going on? Although Muda said he would give five moves, his concession was too much beyond the limit.
Zhuo Wen slapped Muda to the ground. He did not continue to attack, but smiled lightly and said: "Elder Mda is really polite. He really allowed me when he said he would let me, and he even took the initiative to let me hit him.
I’m really flattered.”
Zhuo Wen's voice brought all the stunned monks present back to their senses. They all looked at Zhuo Wen strangely.
Although this guy gave a reasonable explanation for the slap in the face just now, they are not really stupid enough to believe it.
Although Muda said he would let him, he did not give in to the extent that he would stick his face out and be beaten.
If Muda really gave in like this voluntarily, then Muda is definitely a fool.
"Elder Muda, why don't you get up? Didn't you say you gave me five moves? You've already given up one move, and there are four more left!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.
Mu Da stood up and looked at Zhuo Wen with a gloomy look, fear in his heart.
The power that Zhuo Wen suddenly burst out just now was definitely not something that Master Xuanji could possess, and he found that it seemed to be this son's physical power.
Thinking of this possibility, he found it unbelievable. Although the human race also had body-refining cultivators, due to congenital defects, there were no powerful ones in terms of body-refining.
And their alien race has an innate advantage. Even if they don't specialize in body training, their physical strength is much stronger than that of human monks.
But the human race in front of him was able to explode with such terrifying physical power just now. He began to doubt, was this guy really a human race?
"Elder Mda, it's time for the second move. Just stand still and don't move. I'm going to take action!"
When Muda was in a daze, Zhuowen's voice came again, and then a terrifying strong wind struck again, and the air exploded, as if the entire space was torn apart.
Muda roared, this time he didn't dare to be careless anymore. He realized that this boy's strength was not simple. He was running with all his strength and planned to defend Zhuowen's second move with all his strength...