Others were also quite surprised. Although Zhuo Mufeng had the upper hand today, when it came to martial arts, there was no way he could be compared with He Kun.
There are indeed rumors that Zhuo Mufeng has advanced very quickly and is already a true fourth-level warrior, but He Kun is a true sixth-level practitioner, and he is still practicing the three-star martial arts taught by Lei Heng, the Great Sha Shou.
Prior to this, He Kun had personally killed a true eighth-level demonic warrior, and his strength at the same level was extremely impressive.
"Can you ask my disciple for a lesson? Boy, you better not be so cunning."
Lei Heng couldn't help but sneer.
After his reminder, many people suddenly realized it.
I see.
It is limited to one move. If the strength of the two people is not much different, it will naturally be difficult to tell the winner.
Zhuo Mufeng had defeated many warriors of the same level in Nuanyang Mountain and was extremely confident in his own strength. Perhaps in his eyes, he had a chance to catch He Kun's move.
As a result, the battle spread throughout the world, which will inevitably cause many people to have the illusion that the two are equal.
"Opportunism is not the right path."
An old man sitting next to Lei Heng commented.
Someone recognized that this person was Lei Heng's friend for many years. His strength was only one step away from the Earth Spirit Ranking, and he could be considered a famous player.
"When it comes to political affairs, you often steal the chicken but lose the rice. Boy, I advise you not to take chances, not only today, but also in the future, otherwise you will harm yourself sooner or later."
Another middle-aged man sitting at the same table as Lei Heng seemed to remind him kindly.
"Thank you, senior, for your advice. I will remember it."
Zhuo Mufeng nodded, but had no intention of giving up the fight. When the middle-aged man saw this, he slightly pulled the corner of his mouth and let out a soft laugh.
"Zhuo Mufeng, stop making trouble. This is not a place for you to act wild. Get out quickly."
Wu Yuanyuan shouted coldly and coquettishly, her pretty face that was so beautiful that it was almost enchanting was full of frosty color, giving people a dignity that they dared not disobey.
However, in the eyes of interested people, it seemed like she was doing it out of necessity to prevent Zhuo Mufeng from making a fool of herself. Even He Kun was jealous.
The heroes present either had expressionless faces, shook their heads in silence, or talked in low voices. The strange look in their eyes made Shang Zirong extremely uneasy, and she gently pulled on her senior brother's sleeves.
She instinctively wanted to dissuade him, but she thought of how helpless and sad the senior brother would be if his only relative did not support him in front of everyone.
His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Zhuo Mufeng shook his junior sister's hand with his backhand and smiled back at her.
A friend in need is a friend indeed. He was very moved by the little girl's behavior and decided to take good care of her in the future. But for now, he had to get rid of a certain annoying fly first.
"Brother He, do you dare?"
Zhuo Mufeng asked word by word.
"Why don't you dare?"
He Kun responded coldly.
The anger of being slighted was mixed with jealousy, causing him to lose part of his sanity. What's more, who knew that his evil skills had improved recently, and he was even more powerful than before.
Within one move, he would make Zhuo Mufeng taste the pain of self-humiliation.
Wu Yuanyuan laughed angrily when she saw this scene. Anyway, Zhuo was determined to get whipped, so why should she stop him? She sat back down and stared indifferently ahead.
Keng!
There was no preparation, no warning, just a flash of sword light, and Zhuo Mufeng took action.
Because all the momentum and power had been condensed into this sword by him, and the raging flames mixed with the aggrievedness and revenge of being dealt with, bloomed vigorously.
boom!
Zhuo Mufeng mobilized all his strength and penetrated the five main meridians of his hands crazily, causing the sword's speed to increase continuously and its power to increase.
When it rubbed against the air, it made a rapid and sharp whistling sound, like a steel ball sliding across the ice. It was lightly illuminated by the setting sun in the sky, leaving behind a dazzling line of light and shadow, which struck directly at He Kun, whose expression suddenly changed ten steps away.
"Ruthless!"
He Kun's hair stood on end, and a warning of danger spread all over his body like an electric current, making him dare not be careless. He also used his ten powers, and transformed his palms into nine shadows, forming a fan-shaped slap forward.
Dacheng's three-star palm technique, the great evil hand.
Being able to practice to this level at the age of eighteen will be admired by all the heroes present.
However, the sword light on the other side was even more exaggerated. Suddenly, it was like a peacock opening its tail, and numerous sword shadows erupted, like a hedgehog needle inserted upside down. The tips were united and held by Zhuo Mufeng in his hand, and he swung to meet the attack.
The three-star swordsmanship of Transformation Realm, the Great Sumeru Sword Style.
No, it's not over yet.
Right at the tip of the sword, the internal force extended forward, forming a three-inch ray of light that ruthlessly cut through several palm shadows.
"Defeat me!"
He Kun burst out laughing. It turned out that the previous move was just a feint, and the palm force was contained but not released. At this moment, it was like a flood bursting out of the embankment, and it was pouring out. The strong wind had not yet arrived, but Zhuo Mufeng's hair was blown straight back.
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Lei Heng, who was secretly nervous, breathed a sigh of relief and smiled silently. This disciple did not disappoint him.
But the next moment
The three-inch fine light suddenly extended to six inches, like a small dagger. With a wave of Zhuo Mufengxin's hand, He Kun's palm was just halfway through, and the strong wind was cut open.
Unable to complete the second half of the move, He Kun roared and had to change his move midway, causing him to lose control of his palm and explode.
pound……
The blood mist dispersed, and a figure was blown away. It rolled several times on the ground before stopping. It held its bloody right hand with its left hand and screamed loudly. It was not He Kun.
"What?"
Some people couldn't help but scream, shocked by this incredible result.
Lei Heng's smile froze and his hand stroking his white beard froze. The incident happened so suddenly that he didn't even come back to his senses.
The old man sitting next to him, the middle-aged man who spoke earlier, and the many sarcastic martial arts masters present were all shocked to the point of being shocked, with all kinds of expressions turned to stone, no matter how ridiculous they were.
Li Yanling, Feng Tianxing, Fei Yu and other members of the Wei Dao League, not to mention, were all stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.
Even Wu Yuanyuan, Huahua Feng, Lan Xiang and others were stunned and speechless.
The whole audience was dumbfounded.
"Brother He, you and I were just competing. I didn't expect you to hit so hard that you hurt yourself. I'm really sorry. I hope your hand won't become useless."
Zhuo Mufeng put his sword into its sheath, without any proud emotion on his face, as if everything was just normal.
The easiest way to destroy a person is to crush him in the field he is most proud of. He Kun harmed himself twice in a row, and Zhuo Mufeng would certainly not be polite.
With He Kun's proud character, he was defeated by himself in front of everyone. I believe this incident will become his lifelong demon.
As long as you don't defeat yourself openly, you will never be able to get rid of it.
So, can He Kun defeat himself in the future?
joke.
Zhuo Mufeng clasped his fists at Wu Guanting and others, then grabbed Shang Zirong, who was still in a daze, and strode outside the garden.