Chapter 23 Easy Victory

  Han Xing took a deep breath, calming his emotions, and gazed at Mu Feng with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He absolutely would not allow himself to lose to Mu Feng.

  In front of so many people, if he was defeated by Mu Feng, he felt very embarrassed. What he couldn't bear the most was that Mu Feng still looked so calm and composed, without any signs of exertion at all.

  Han Xing calmed down, and his whole person exuded an aura that was vastly different from before. This aura gave the young man present a kind of intangible pressure.

  As a big family in Hong Feng Town, the Han family also has some foundation in martial arts. Han Xing came to Hong Feng Martial Arts Academy to learn martial arts not because his family couldn't teach him martial arts, but because he wanted to learn from other families' strengths.

  Mo Feng discovered Han Xing's change, his face turned somewhat solemn, he also felt a hint of pressure, apparently the opponent was going to fight to the death.

  Han Xing's body suddenly made a fierce movement, and one fist came crashing towards Mu Feng's face.

  This punch brought forth waves of breaking wind sounds, its momentum surpassing Iron Fist by a fraction.

  Don't hit people in the face, but in this spar, Han Xing not only didn't hold back at all, but also struck with a rather ruthless hand, which was somewhat against the principles of sparring.

  But Meng Hu beside him did not stop him, he wanted to see how strong Mu Feng's strength was.

  "Kai Shan Fist!" Someone nearby recognized the martial art used by Han Xing.

  Kai Shan Fist, although it is also a mid-grade martial art of Huang Jie like Iron Strength Palm, its power is even more formidable.

  However, Mu Feng's state of mind did not change because of this. For those who practiced multiple martial arts, such as Jiang Meng and Han Xing, he had only one evaluation: greedy for more but unable to digest.

  For cultivators of the Body Refining Realm, lower-grade Yellow Rank martial arts are the most suitable. Because by the time they reach mid-grade Yellow Rank martial arts, they generally need to have the support of Xuanli (Mysterious Energy) in order to exert their true power; otherwise, there is no difference with lower-grade Yellow Rank martial arts.

  The body of a cultivator who has reached the realm of martial arts is devoid of mysterious energy, and therefore cannot exert the true power of high-level martial arts. If not careful, it may even hinder one's own cultivation.

  Although Mu Chengzhi mastered several martial arts, he only taught Mu Feng to practice the willow-shaped fist. Mu Feng was also very sensible and did not ask his father to teach him other martial arts hastily.

  "Willow Fist, Wind Blows Willow Moves!"

  Facing Han Xing's fierce punch, Mu Feng did not choose to collide head-on, but instead used the momentum to launch a willow-shaped fist, dissolving Han Xing's offensive.

  Although the Willow Fist's ranking is low, Mu Feng has a very deep understanding of it. He grasps the essence and key points of the fist technique with great precision, and his execution is impressive and pleasing to watch, earning praise from top masters like Meng Hu and Yang Sheng.

  Han Xing's Kai Shan Fist, although its grade is slightly higher and its momentum is greater, due to his limited strength, it cannot fully exert the power that Kai Shan Fist should have.

  Although Han Xing still didn't pose any substantial threat to Mu Feng, Mu Feng wasn't as carefree and relaxed as before either.

  In the center of the field, a figure flashed and dodged, breaking through the wind. The two men fought fiercely.

  The young man on the side was getting more and more frightened, Han Xing's strength was obvious to everyone, but Mu Feng easily took all of Han Xing's attacks and even had the upper hand in the situation.

  "Open Mountain Fist, fist splits the green mountain!"

  Han Xing's five fingers clenched into a fist, even the joints crackled with a loud noise. With a sudden shake of his arm, his veins bulged out, and his fist flew towards Mu Feng with a fierce crash.

  Fists had yet to arrive, but the fist wind came first, and Mufeng's face was blown to be somewhat sore.

  This punch contains a great deal of power, if you are hit by it, the taste will definitely be unbearable.

  Mo Feng stared coldly at Han Xing's fist, his keen senses mapping out the trajectory and speed of the punch with perfect clarity in his mind.

  "It's over!" Mu Feng said quietly.

  Through their earlier exchange, Mufeng also became familiar with the moves of Kaisan Fist and detected some weaknesses in Han Xing's technique.

  Kai Shan Quan is a fierce and powerful boxing technique that relies on brute force to win, while Liu Xing Quan uses softness to overcome hardness, thus gaining an advantage in the boxing routine.

  Looking at the enlarged fist in his eyes, Mu Feng slightly shifted his body and gently patted Han Xing's arm with his left hand.

  Han Xing suddenly felt a sour and numb pain from his upper arm into his brain, and his body slightly stagnated.

  In this brief moment, Mu Feng's figure had already closed in, his fists parted Han Xing's arms and landed squarely on his chest.

  "Bang! Bang!"

  Mo Feng's two fists were not small in power, Han Xing only felt a strong force coming from the opponent's double fists, and his entire body flew out, falling out of two or three zhangs, his chest was extremely painful, and the place where he was hit was already numb.

  This was still Mu Feng showing mercy, if the two punches just now had used full force, at least Han Xing's ribs would have been completely fractured. This point was also clearly seen by Meng Hu and Yang Sheng on the side.

  The onlookers among the young crowd took a deep breath, and Mu Feng's strength was far beyond what they had imagined.

  "Stop!"

  Han Xing wanted to rush up and have a fight with Mu Feng, but Meng Hu stopped him.

  "Master Meng, I can still fight." Han Xing said with a glance at Meng Hu, gritting his teeth.

  "What are you fighting for? Mu Feng has already shown mercy, otherwise you wouldn't be standing here unscathed. Back off!" Meng Hu bellowed, finally losing his temper at Han Xing's performance today.

  Han Xing glared at Mu Feng and retreated to one side with a hint of resentment in his heart.

  The eyes of the young people who were gazing at Mu Feng were filled with surprise and admiration, but also a hint of reverence.

  Many of them had ridiculed Mu Feng a few months ago, but in just three months, his cultivation had already caught up with theirs, and his actual strength had even surpassed theirs.

  "Everyone just saw that, only through hard practice can one quickly improve their own strength like Mu Feng, now all of you go and cultivate."

  Meng Hu waved his hand and several martial artists beside him led some of the boys back to the training ground to continue their practice.

  "The wind, not bad." Meng Hu patted Mu Feng's shoulder, he had also seen it earlier, Mu Feng's true combat power was probably already at the peak of the mid-term Great Perfection of the Refining Body Realm.

  "Thank you, Master Meng, for your praise." Murong Feng also felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head.

  "Your father said you don't want to return to the Wu Guan to practice?" Meng Hu suddenly asked.

  "Master Meng, I've gotten used to practicing at home. Coming to the martial arts hall to practice is a bit..." Mu Feng said with some difficulty.

  He now thinks that practicing martial arts in the Wu Guan is no longer of much help to his own cultivation, and he also wants to practice controlling fire techniques in the Luoxia Mountains. The secret of devouring heart inflammation will never be exposed by him.

  "Haha, it's okay, you're welcome to come anytime, I'll always be happy to see you." Meng Hu looked at Mu Feng's embarrassed expression and waved his hand with a smile.

  Mo Feng also responded with a grateful smile, and his impression of Meng Hu improved by three points.

  Until he returned home, Mu Chengzhi's face, which was always serious, had a faint smile on it. Today, Mu Feng made him proud at the Hongfeng Martial Arts Hall. In recent years, he has also been under a lot of pressure, and today he finally felt relieved.

  "Feng Er, the path of martial arts is still very long, don't be proud and complacent." Mu Chengzhi returned home and reminded him.

  "Alright, Dad, I won't disappoint your expectations. I'll go practice now." Murong nodded and immediately went back to his room to change into a set of clothes, then began practicing in the courtyard.

  Mu Chengzhi looked at the diligent figure in the courtyard and a relieved smile also appeared on his face.