One hundred and seventieth chapters one force down ten will
The boring exchange of spiritual energy in the early stage made everyone feel unsatisfied. Now the two people on the stage have to decide the outcome with one move, which makes everyone even more depressed.
Fortunately, Zhou Muer's display of heaven-level martial arts made everyone's eyes brighten.
And Wang Feng's performance was simply unsatisfactory.
Everyone who didn't care who won or lost between the two of them naturally didn't think highly of Wang Feng at all, because his methods were obviously worse than Zhou Muer's by more than one and a half stars.
Although Wang Feng's cultivation level is a bit higher, after all, it has not formed a crushing gap, and it is not enough to make up for the gap in martial arts level and spiritual energy release.
At the moment when the black spiritual energy spear collided with Wang Feng's fists, the scene of Wang Feng falling into the ring flashed in many people's minds.
Not to mention other people, everyone in the Tianwang Mansion, including Qing Huan and Da Miao, could not bear to look at such a situation. Although they knew that Wang Feng would not be defeated by Zhou Muer, the current situation was very difficult.
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Especially after Zhou Muer used Ghost Scatter, they were even more surprised as to why Wang Feng responded so easily.
Wang Feng gave everyone the impression that he was relatively smart, and there was no reason why he would make mistakes in judging the heaven-level martial arts power exerted by his opponent in a life-and-death situation of this level.
However, the current collision makes it really difficult for anyone to believe that Wang Feng can survive.
But there is one exception, and that is the ninth-level human respecter realm peak expert who is watching the battle from a distance.
The level that the Venerable can see and understand is naturally not comparable to those below who only have the highest cultivation level of Earth Martial Realm. When Wang Feng was accumulating power, he noticed that the power in his body was growing exponentially.
If Wang Feng hadn't voluntarily given up his support in the later stage, he would have been tempted to take action to stop the momentum for him.
"With one force, ten will be defeated, can such a thing really happen?!"
When the tip of Zhou Muer's "Ghost Scattered" black spiritual energy spear began to come into contact with Wang Feng's fists, it instantly shattered the thin protective layer of spiritual energy on the surface of his fists.
But Wang Feng didn't have any chance to retreat. Even if he had the slightest intention to retreat, his entire body would be destroyed by this spear.
No matter how strong the pain felt on his fist, Wang Feng had to hold on.
At the same time, he unreservedly accumulated himself in his fists, and the ultimate power contained in the Heavenly King Fist fully exploded.
Zhou Muer stared coldly at the impact of her spiritual energy spear. As long as the spear continued to press forward, Wang Feng would definitely die.
Although Wang Feng's power began to explode, since there was no support from spiritual energy, he was indeed pushed backwards by Zhou Muer's spiritual energy spear, and his feet even made two shallow marks on the ring.
However, this situation did not last long. The shallow marks only extended to a distance of less than three meters and then stopped.
But at this time, people outside the ring finally discovered something was wrong.
At first, Zhou Muer's black spiritual energy spear pushed Wang Feng back, even trying to completely destroy his body.
But before Wang Feng stopped, the black spiritual energy spear did not stop moving forward. The problem was that Wang Feng's fist did not suffer any fatal damage.
In other words, Wang Feng, who was supposed to be killed by Zhou Muer's heaven-level martial arts, not only withstood the blow, but also gradually disintegrated the aura of the black aura spear.
Just like in the previous scene, Zhou Muer quickly disintegrated Zhao Shihe's spiritual energy, but it was still different.
Zhou Muer's martial arts of Zhao Shihe at that time was a direct disintegration of spiritual energy absorption, absorbing all Zhao Shihe's spiritual energy for his own use, and completed the feat of breaking through the earth martial arts realm on the spot.
But now Wang Feng's fists are not disintegrating and absorbing, but forcefully using the power exploded from his fists to disperse the spiritual energy on the black spiritual energy spear.
The authorities are confused and the onlookers are clear.
Zhou Muer stood behind the black aura spear. All she saw was the spear continuing to move forward, and the joy of victory arose in her heart.
After a moment, her expression suddenly changed.
When the black spiritual energy spear was about to disappear completely, she saw Wang Feng's body standing there.
"Impossible! He should have been torn apart when he was hit by ghosts. What on earth is going on?"
Zhou Muer prepared this heaven-level martial arts and poured nearly 80% of her spiritual energy into it. The purpose was to kill Wang Feng in one fell swoop to avoid further procrastination.
But the current situation made it difficult for her to accept that Wang Feng actually received his "ghost scattering" with both fists?!
The last section of the spiritual energy spear was shattered. In fact, Wang Feng had very little power left in his fists, and he himself was not feeling well.
Such a powerful impact almost shook all the internal organs in his body to pieces.
"Huh~ Fortunately, the secret treasure strengthened the body's toughness, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to completely take on her move!"
Wang Feng was also horrified in his heart. He lowered his head and looked at his body. His clothes were almost completely torn apart by the residual momentum of the spiritual energy spear. Now there were only a few strands hanging on his body, revealing his almost bronze skin.
The corners of his mouth finally turned up slightly, and Wang Feng focused his gaze on Zhou Muer's pretty, pale face.
"Zhou Mu'er, your attack is indeed very strong. But sorry, it doesn't seem to have any effect on me. In this case, how about you come and take my attack?"
The people below the ring had already seen how Wang Feng withstood Zhou Muer's heaven-level martial arts, and they had no other expression except dumbfounded.
Some people in the audience may not have the confidence to receive such a powerful attack, but Wang Feng destroyed it lightly.
As for how much spiritual energy Zhou Muer has poured into this martial art, it is no longer that important. What is important is the extent to which Wang Feng's counterattack will reach next.
In the situation of life and death, any blow may have the final result. But Zhou Muer obviously lost the opportunity and was about to face Wang Feng's counterattack.
"Just use your two fists? I really want to know how you managed to neutralize my heaven-level martial arts just now."
Even though there was a trace of panic in her heart, Zhou Muer would not be timid at all. The moment the situation of life and death was decided, she no longer allowed herself to show timidity towards Wang Feng.
Wang Feng did not continue to talk to her, but stood there and slowly closed his eyes.
No one knows what method Wang Feng will use to attack Zhou Muer, but judging from his performance just now, no matter how ordinary his actions are, he will not be underestimated by the people below.
Using strength to crack the heaven-level martial arts has explained everything.
Seeing Wang Feng closing his eyes on the top of the ring, Zhou Haotian standing below was in a daze for no reason. He couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "Mu'er, I'm afraid it's dangerous!"