Muda's intact left hand suddenly formed the seal, and then blasted it out. In an instant, an endless ocean formed around him.
One wave after another surged up, one wave higher than the other, which was very scary.
"Dielang Shenxing Fist!"
Muda growled low and punched out. The force of the punch created a terrifying wave that was higher than the previous layer.
At this moment, Zhuo Wen's figure has appeared in front of Muda.
In front of the boundless huge waves, Zhuo Wen's figure was so small and humble, as if he would be swept away by the huge waves at any time and turned into ashes.
But Zhuo Wen looked as calm as water. Facing such a terrifying giant wave, he just punched out.
If Muda was still at the early stage of the Creator, the power of this move would be terrifying. With Zhuowen's current strength, he would probably have to pay a high price if he wanted to resist.
But it is a pity that Muda's cultivation level has now been forcibly suppressed by An Shaojin to the level of the Master of Mysteries.
Even if Mu Da can skillfully utilize the higher power of heaven, it may be easy to deal with ordinary mysterious masters, but Zhuo Wen cannot.
On the contrary, if Muda fights Zhuowen, he is simply asking for trouble.
After all, the terror of Pangu Holy Body is basically invincible within the same level. As long as Muda suppresses his realm to the same level as him, he will be looking for abuse against Zhuo Wen.
Bang bang bang!
Zhuo Wen punched out, each punch containing extremely terrifying heavenly energy, breaking through the surging high waves one after another.
Stab!
There was a sound of tearing cloth, and then Zhuowen broke through the last huge wave. He was like a god coming down to earth, and landed in front of Muda, and his right fist came like electricity and hit Muda directly.
on the left arm.
Click!
Muda's left arm was directly blasted into blood mist, and Muda screamed and fell to the ground, his face was ferocious and pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"That's the second move, there are still three moves left!"
Before Mda struggled to get up, he heard Zhuowen's cold voice again, and then a strong wind swept over, causing Mda's face to change drastically.
Snapped!
As soon as he raised his head, he saw a palm whizzing toward his cheek. With a snap, Mda was slapped on the head and fell into the dirt.
"The fourth move!"
Zhuo Wen didn't give Mda a chance to breathe at all. He put the instep of his right foot against Mda's chest and raised it suddenly. Mda was directly kicked into the air by Zhuo Wen. Then Zhuo Wen's ready right hand hit Mda's cheek again.
a slap.
This slap was so loud, like a thunderous explosion, that the skin on Mda's right cheek was directly torn open, and broken teeth mixed with blood were poured out by him, looking very miserable.
"Enough...enough..."
Muda slumped to the side and struggled to say these words, his heart filled with fear.
What kind of freak is this? He is obviously just the Master of Mysteries, so why does he have such terrifying combat power?
In particular, the terrifying physical strength displayed by this person was much stronger than him.
Damn, is he a foreigner or am I a foreigner?
Thinking of this, Muda felt like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past his head, and he began to wonder if he was a foreigner or if the human monk in front of him was a foreigner.
Everyone present was stunned to see what was going on!
Didn't Muda say that Long Wen was a waste? Didn't he agree to give him five moves and then kill him with one move?
Now that they have been beaten into pieces, is this the so-called trash in Muda's mouth?
"Elder Mda means that you gave up?" Zhuowen slowly walked up to Mda, looked down at Mda who was lying limply on the ground and twitching all over, and asked lightly.
Muda's eyes flickered, and he finally nodded and said: "I admit defeat..."
"Since you admit defeat, then keep your promise! Hand over the spiritual ring in your hand!"
Zhuo Wen spread his right hand and looked at Mda in front of him sternly.
A look of humiliation flashed in Muda's eyes, but he was helpless. Now that his cultivation was suppressed by An Shaojin's power, he could only use the power of the Master of Mysteries.
In his current state, he is no match for Zhuo Wen unless he can break through An Shaojin's power.
But he knew that this was impossible. An Shaojin was a master in the early stage of Tongtianzhu and was much stronger than him. If he wanted to break away from An Shaojin's power, it would be a suicide attempt.
With a sigh, Muda could only take off the spiritual ring in his hand and throw it to Zhuo Wen.
His heart was full of heartache. There were many good things in his spiritual ring, including his many years of savings. How could he not be heartbroken when he gave it to Zhuo Wen like this?
Putting away Muda's spiritual ring, Zhuo Wen nodded with satisfaction, and then continued: "In addition, you also need to kneel in front of me, kowtow three times and bow nine times, call me grandpa, and apologize to me."
Hearing this, Muda's face turned livid. If Zhuo Wen really did this, it would be really humiliating.
Once he does this, his face will be completely lost, and it is conceivable that in the future, he will become the laughing stock of others among the Sharman race and other alien races.
"What? Elder Mda doesn't want to? I won't force you if you don't want to, but I remember you swore an oath to heaven, right? If you don't abide by it, I don't need to tell you that you know what the punishment will be next.
Zhuo Wen said with a faint smile.
Muda's face was gloomy. What Zhuo Wen said was right. He just made the oath of heaven easily because he didn't care about this son.
Even if this son does not pursue him, the oath of heaven will not be ignored. Once he violates the oath of heaven, when the time comes when heaven punishes him, he may be in danger of his life.
Thinking of this, Muda took a deep breath and knelt down in front of Zhuo Wen. He immediately bowed and kowtowed three times, and solemnly apologized to Zhuo Wen.
After doing this, Mda quickly left the human camp. He really had no shame in staying here.
After Mda quickly left, there was silence at first in the human camp, and then there was a tsunami-like uproar of cheers, and everyone looked at Zhuo Wen's figure with burning eyes.
They did not expect that this battle with a huge disparity in strength would end with such an unexpected result.
At the beginning, who would have thought that a human monk who was just a master of mystery could actually defeat a foreign race that was already a master of creation.
Although this is also due to the fact that Munda's cultivation level was forcibly lowered, even if his cultivation level is lowered, Namuda's strength will still not be much worse, and may be comparable to the average Creator master.
But even so, Muda was still defeated by this boy, which shows how terrifying this boy's strength is.
"Old Hong, what is the origin of this human monk?" The saint standing next to the elder of the two races narrowed her beautiful eyes and looked at Zhuo Wen, asking with interest.