Chapter 102: Advancement Finals

  Song Ping's face was ferocious, and he clearly didn't plan on giving Mu Feng any opportunities. As soon as he made his move, he used all his strength.

  This is also because the secret method doesn't last for a long time, so after Song Ping uses the secret method, he also uses all his strength to try and end the trial as soon as possible.

  Everyone knew this point, and whether Song Ping could defeat Murong within the time limit of the secret method became the key to this contest.

  The difference between Huaqi Realm's peak and the Great Perfection of Semifinished Shape may seem like only half a step, but in reality, it is not even a hair's breadth apart.

  Facing this punch, Mu Feng's cold sweat burst out, and his body also rapidly retreated. With a swing of his palms, the fiery Xuanli formed layers of Xuanli energy shields in front of him.

  "Fire elemental shield!"

  A surge of intense spiritual energy burst forth, filling the entire arena. The temperature in the arena space suddenly rose sharply.

  Xuanli giant fist with an overwhelming momentum, broke through the Xuanli fire shield, and rushed towards Mufeng without any pause.

  Mufeng also felt the danger brought by the Xuanli giant fist, but there was no retreat, and no need to retreat.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Scorching Heaven!"

  All the flames of Yang in his body burst out, and the hot Xuanli also formed a huge fist shadow.

  Two forces collided violently together.

  "Boom!"

  The surface of the arena was cracked with numerous fissures, and amidst the rising dust, two figures burst out from the arena, barely stabilizing their forms at the edge.

  "It actually blocked it!"

  The entire audience was silent, and everyone couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. When they looked at Mu Feng again, their gaze had an inexplicable flavor to it.

  It turned out that this young man with an air of nonchalance was actually the trump card of the Mu clan, and everyone thought so in their hearts.

  In the midst of his nascent stage, he had already reached half-step Foundation Establishment. Song Ping's full-force strike was met with a terrifyingly powerful counterattack from this young man!

  Song Xiuyi on the main table could no longer remain calm, staring at the two people on stage with a shocked expression, the teacup in his hand suddenly unstable, and the tea water instantly soaked a large piece of his clothes, making him look extremely embarrassed.

  "How is this possible?" Song Xiuxiu muttered, her eyes filled with an incredulous expression.

  Mou Yuntang cast a sideways glance, and in his heart, he was also somewhat pleased: Let you pretend to be calm, how about it, can't pretend anymore?

  "Think you can take a few moves from me?" Song Ping said with a gloomy face and a fierce tone.

  He never expected that Mufeng actually had such strength, although he attached great importance to Mufeng, but he still underestimated his opponent. However, he still didn't believe that even if he improved to the point of being half a step away from creating form, he could still beat himself.

  Song Ping threw several punches in a row, and Mu Feng calmly countered them. The two fell into another stalemate.

  "Little kid, you think you can really win?" Song Ping saw that he couldn't gain the upper hand and retreated two steps back, saying in a low voice.

  A powerful and violent surge of profound energy emanated from Song Ping, causing the air around the dueling platform to churn and boil like a cauldron of bubbling water. The turbulent waves of energy sent the hair of the two duelists flying wildly, their clothes fluttering loudly in the gusts.

  Mo Feng didn't dare to underestimate, the Blazing Sun Seal was urged to its extreme, and the brilliant mysterious power glow enveloped his entire body, like an unyielding ancient pine tree, standing firmly on the trial platform amidst the surging waves of air.

  "Take your life!" Song Ping fiercely stepped forward, his entire body suspended in mid-air, his palms merged, and a dazzling light burst out from the center of his palms, like a giant claw, savagely grasping towards Mu Feng.

  Arrived at half-step shaping, Song Ping was also able to exert a thread of condensation force, and the power of martial arts was greatly increased.

  "Seize the air!"

  Mo Feng's face solidified, also sensing the power of one claw, Xuan Ling Tong Shen Jue ran to the eighth heavy, the whole person emitted a strong icy bronze glow, waves of power rapidly flowing inside.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Incinerates Heaven!"

  The tyrannical and fierce flames of the Yang Emperor all converged on his right fist, and with a loud roar from Mufeng, they heavily slammed onto that claw mark.

  "Rumble, rumble, rumble!"

  Innumerable explosions shook the air on the proving ground, as if it had been torn apart. The violent energy ripples spread out in all directions like a storm.

  Under the gaze of many eyes, two figures emerged once again.

  Everyone on the square couldn't help but take a cold breath. Even a half-step Shaper was unable to do anything to him, and Mufeng was indeed not ordinary.

  "What else can you come up with?" Mu Feng said coldly.

  "How did this happen?" Song Ping panted heavily, his hair disheveled and his clothes covered in dust, with a hint of embarrassment.

  But Mu Feng's situation was much better. Although both of them were injured in this head-on collision, anyone with discerning eyes could see that Mu Feng still had the upper hand.

  "I don't believe it!" Song Ping roared, charging at Mu Feng once again, his body's Xuanli bursting out without any reserve, fighting with a reckless abandon.

  After using the secret method, Song Ping did not gain an advantage, but instead Moufeng still had the upper hand. As long as the time limit for the secret method was reached, Song Ping would undoubtedly lose, so Song Ping also went all out and fought with his back to the river.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeping Heaven!"

  "Flame Fist, Flame Scorching Heaven!"

  Mo Feng's face turned cold, and Yan Yang Ba Xuan's chair rolled out. He countered Song Ping's counterattack, not daring to be careless, and threw two consecutive punches at Song Ping!

  Two fiery auras shot out with an aura of unparalleled dominance and ferocity, fiercely charging towards Song Ping.

  "Rumble!"

  Song Ping's figure was hit by Mufeng's two full-strength punches, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and directly fell to the ground below. The whole person actually fainted, with weak breathing, seemingly having suffered a serious injury.

  The secret method's time had arrived, Song Ping was heavily defeated and was knocked off the stage by Mu Feng's two fists.

  "Ping'er!" Song Xiuxiu hastily flew down from the main stage, and helped Song Ping up. Fortunately, although Song Ping was weak and pale, he wasn't in any life-threatening danger, which made Song Xiuxiu breathe a sigh of relief.

  Song Xiuxiu gave a stern look at Murong Feng, then turned around and left with Song Ping in her arms to find a place to help him recover from his injuries. Song Ping had used a secret technique and suffered another heavy blow, and for the next year or so, he would have to spend most of his time in bed.

  Song Xiuxiu resented Mu Feng, but he didn't have the guts to take action. Not only was he in the wrong, but the Mu clan controlled Mu City, and it would be easy for them to wipe out the Qing Lang gang.

  At this time, Mufeng's face was somewhat pale. The two punches just now had exhausted his entire strength, and he himself felt empty and hollow inside, extremely weak. However, he hadn't expected that his two punches would actually be able to send Song Ping flying.

  "Good!" The Mo family members suddenly cheered and clapped their hands in celebration.

  "Mu Han Qing was even more excited, grabbing Mu Han Yu's hand and saying: 'Sister Han Yu, we won!'"

  Mu Han Yu also had a smile on his face, and he was equally excited in his heart.

  Moyuntang and Mochuantao also breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this scene, and the results of this Qingying competition can at least be on par with last time.

  Zheng Nan and Zheng Jian of Mingyuetang looked displeased.

  "Useless thing!" Zheng Nan said in a low voice.

  "Dad, don't worry, tomorrow I'll teach him how to be a human being." Zheng Jian said with a cold smile, recalling the events at the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Zheng Jian was furious and had been looking for an opportunity to teach Mu Feng a lesson, and now that chance had finally arrived.

  "This time, Mufeng wins!" The judge on one side hastily announced.