Mo Tian looked at each other and said calmly: "Come on!"
Seeing Mo Tian like this, Muren relaxed a little and said, "Brother Mo, why are you so nervous? We are just competing, aiming to go all out, and it is not a life and death battle."
Mo Tian smiled lightly and looked at Mu Ren who looked indifferent: "I'm afraid that Brother Mu wants to make Mo Tian relax his vigilance and kill him with one strike. Brother Mu's strength makes Mo Tian have to pay attention to it. Disciple of the Dan Sect, I, Mo Tian, want to
I want to meet you."
"Okay." Muren spread his hands helplessly and said with a smile, "Then, I'll take action."
Put away the folding fan, tap your toes, and make a very graceful gesture of "please".
Immediately, Mu Ren's figure appeared behind Mo Tian, and the light released from his palms was about to touch Mo Tian's back.
"suck!"
Under the competition stage, all the onlookers took a breath of cold air. This speed completely shocked them.
On the side, Wang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered: "The most talented disciple of the inner sect of the Dan Sect is indeed extraordinary. At this speed, I am afraid he is on par with me."
"This Muren is very difficult. It's hard for Mo Tian to deal with it." Feng Dong also said softly.
Behind Mo Tian, there was a smile on Mu Ren's face. He was still very confident in his speed. If Mo Tian didn't react, as long as he slapped his palms, Mo Tian would be injured, and there would be no need for the next battle.
Continue again.
In order to test Mo Tian, Muren paused for a while behind Mo Tian to let Mo Tian react. He would kill with one strike. It was so boring. Muren hadn't had enough fun yet. He also wanted to know what Mo Tian had.
How strong.
However, even if Muren paused for a moment to give Mo Tian a reaction, Mo Tian still didn't make the slightest move and remained where he was.
"Huh?" Muren frowned, and the palms he was about to slap stopped in mid-air. For some reason, he always felt an inexplicable sense of crisis. If he slapped this palm, he would be the loser.
This sense of crisis swept over Muren's heart, forcing him to be vigilant.
Withdrawing his palms, Muren used Yuanli to quickly distance himself from Mo Tian and looked at Mo Tian seriously.
"This..." In the audience, the inner disciples stared blankly at Muren who suddenly distanced himself.
"Why didn't Mu Ren hit that palm? Mo Tian might have lost if he slapped him with one palm."
"That's not right. Muren obviously left some free time for Mo Tian to prepare, but Mo Tian didn't seem to want to prepare at all and was just ready to receive Muren's palm."
"It's not easy. This battle is not easy!" Bo Xue narrowed her eyes and looked at Mo Tian on the stage.
Based on his understanding of Mo Tian, Mo Tian's reaction speed was by no means so slow, not to mention that Muren specially left a gap for him to react.
"Why?" Muren looked at Mo Tian who had his back turned to him with some confusion.
"Haha." Mo Tian raised the corner of his mouth and said with a slight smile, "Brother Mu is indeed extraordinary. I will show you all my vulnerabilities. If I slap that palm down, this battle will be over."
"Why is Brother Mo so confident?" Mu Ren looked at Mo Tian curiously.
"I thought I was confident that I could kill you instantly when you were unprepared." Mo Tian slowly turned around, a cold smile appeared on Mo Tian's face, and the terrifying aura was quietly released.
"This!" Muren was stunned, feeling the momentum released by Mo Tian, and frowned tightly, "This is what it feels like!"
It was this feeling that gave him a sense of crisis before!
His heartbeat gradually accelerated, and his eyes as he looked at Mo Tian were full of vigilance. The young man in front of him, who seemed to be full of loopholes, brought him endless crises.
"Brother Mu, I gave you a chance, but you didn't grasp it. Now, it's my turn!"
There was only a flash of light, and Mo Tian had disappeared from where he was originally, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Muren.
Snap——
A palm hit Muren directly on the back with great force, knocking Muren back.
Turning around, Mu Ren looked behind him, but Mo Tian was not there.
"Brother Mu, here." Mo Tian stood on Mu Ren's left hand side with a smile on his face and tapped his shoulder.
Turning his head, he received another slap.
Snap——
Muren was knocked away again, and Mo Tian's terrifying power struck Muren twice. The pain from his shoulders and back made Muren grimace.
Looking around with vigilant eyes, who knows where Mo Tian will appear from?
All the inner disciples in the audience were completely dumbfounded.
Originally, they thought Muren's speed was fast enough, but now that they saw Mo Tian's speed, they laughed at their own ignorance.
If Muren is fast, he can also see his figure and his trajectory.
As for Mo Tian, who was completely like a ghost, no one knew where Mo Tian was at this time. They could only see Mo Tian when Mo Tian stopped.
Although Mo Tian's figure can be vaguely seen, it is already an afterimage from a few seconds ago.
"Brother Mu."
Snap——
"Brother Mu."
Snap——
Every sound of "Brother Mu" means that Mo Tian is about to appear somewhere around Mu Ren, and then he slaps him.
After several times, except for his face, Muren's body had large and small bruises, especially on his back, where his lumbar vertebrae seemed to be broken apart by Mo Tian.
His arms were drooping, trembling constantly, and there were countless bruises on his arms.
Every time Mo Tian suddenly appeared, it was a slap. As soon as Muren wanted to react, Mo Tian suddenly disappeared, and then a slap sounded in another place.
The inner disciples below the competition stage all had their mouths twitching and couldn't bear to look at Muren on the stage.
After countless such situations, Muren, who was originally a handsome young man, stood on the competition stage with disheveled hair. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked around the competition stage fiercely, trying to find Mo Tian's location.
However, Mo Tian's speed was too fast. Every time Muren shot, he hit the afterimage that stayed after Mo Tian left.
"Mo Tian! Get out of here! You can fight me face to face!" Muren went completely crazy and roared angrily without caring about any dignity.
This feeling of being powerless was so uncomfortable that Muren almost went crazy.
"Can't you help it?" Mo Tian continued to change positions, and every time he changed positions, he slapped Mu Ren on the body.
He actually didn't think about it. He hadn't used his full strength yet. If he really hit it with all his strength, Muren would probably be disabled based on the strength of his body. He still has a good impression of Muren Motian, just based on this
He had planned to give himself time to react.
However, this is a martial arts competition. He may be merciful, but he cannot let go. He will do whatever he needs to do with the strength he deserves.
He was just forcing, forcing Muren to use his full strength. Only when Muren used his full strength could Mo Tian find a chance to defeat Muren, and only in this way could he be convinced.
Moreover, it would be too boring to solve the battle so hastily. He, Mo Tian, wants a real battle. He wants to show it to Wang Feng and let Wang Feng know that he, Mo Tian, is not something Wang Feng can move if he wants!
"Mo Tian!" Mu Ren looked up to the sky and screamed angrily.
In the Najie, a fiery red light suddenly appeared, and a huge cauldron appeared next to Muren.
"Xuanhuo Furnace! Suppress!" Muren's eyes were red, and he slapped his palms on the cauldron that appeared in front of him. The blazing fire in the furnace suddenly spurted out, sweeping across the entire competition stage...