Chapter Five Three Fists

  Jiang Meng and Yang Zhan glared at each other, their fists gradually clenching. The three young men behind Jiang Meng instinctively retreated several meters, while Mu Feng and Hou Bao also backed away.

  As for Yang Zhan, Mu Feng still has some confidence in him. His combat strength is still relatively strong, and he didn't fall behind when fighting against Jiang Meng before.

  Yang Zhan angrily shouted and rushed towards Jiang Meng violently, his right hand also clenched into a fist, heavily smashing onto the latter's face.

  Unexpectedly, Jiang Meng was not in the slightest bit concerned. When Yang Zhan arrived before him, his left hand suddenly shot out like a pair of iron pincers and grasped Yang's fist. His right fist then blasted out and heavily struck Yang's chest.

  "Is it the Great Perfection of the Intermediate Stage of Refining the Body?"

  Yang Zhan's body retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, and with a stumble, he sat down on the ground with a thud, looking at Jiang Meng in surprise.

  "Haha, did you see that? Today I'll let you know how awesome I am." Jiang Meng said with a proud smile, the three boys behind him also showed mischievous grins.

  Watching Jiang Meng approach him, Yang Zhan also knew that he would definitely suffer a beating today. In the middle of the Body Refining Realm, he was no match for him, let alone the three young men in the early stage of the Body Refining Realm behind him.

  "Stop!" Mu Feng saw that the situation was unfavorable and stood out from behind, blocking the two of them.

  "Oh, isn't this the trash from the Mu family? Falling from the Luoshen Peak and not even getting yourself killed, it seems your life is really worthless, not even King Yan would accept you!" Jiang Meng said venomously.

  The three boys behind him were also laughing exaggeratedly, making Mu Feng have the urge to beat them all up. However, he also knew that among the four boys in front of him, he was no match for any one of them.

  "Jiang Meng, I know I'm no match for you now, but will you dare to fight me in a month?" Mu Feng said in a low voice, his face showing not a hint of fear.

  Jiang Meng glanced at Mu Feng and said, "You think you can stall me with a trick? Do you think I'll fall for it?"

  "What, you don't dare?" Mu Feng sneered.

  "Alright, let's settle this in a month on the bluestone platform in town. How about that?" Jiang Meng, after all just a young man, was provoked by Mu Feng and angrily said.

  "It's settled in one word!"

  Mo Feng walked over and pulled Yang Zhan up from the ground, but found that Hou Bao had disappeared without a trace behind him.

  "Coward!" Mu Feng cursed in her heart and was about to leave with Yang Zhan.

  "Wait, did I say you could leave? Mu Feng, if you want to go, you must first take three punches from me. If you can't or don't want to, then you can crawl through my legs." Jiang said with a smug smile, pointing between his own legs.

  He knew he had fallen into Mu Feng's delaying tactic, but he couldn't let the two leave so easily, so he came up with this idea. Jiang Meng was very clear about Mu Feng's strength, in his eyes, Mu Feng was just a useless waste who couldn't withstand a single blow.

  "Good!" Mu Feng responded with relish, knowing that Jiang Meng wouldn't let them off so easily.

  "Mufeng, he's intentionally provoking you, don't fall for it, you can't even withstand three punches." Yang Zhan pulled on Mufeng's sleeve and said in a low voice. Now even he wasn't a match, let alone Mufeng.

  "It's nothing, just three punches." Murong Feng said calmly, letting Yang Zhan retreat to one side.

  Jiang Meng immediately agreed to Mu Feng's request, but instead was taken aback. The group of young men behind him looked at Mu Feng with a mixture of surprise and schadenfreude, expecting Jiang Meng to thoroughly humiliate Mu Feng.

  "This Mo Feng really doesn't know life from death, actually daring to agree to it."

  "Then let's just wait and see how things play out."

  Jiang Meng let out a cold snort, his foot stomping the ground fiercely as he sprang up and swiftly closed in on Mu Feng's side. His right fist was cocked back, then swung forward with great force, striking directly at Mu Feng's throat. Jiang Meng's movements were extremely swift, aiming to knock Mu Feng down with a single punch.

  Although his opponent's movements were extremely fast, Mu Feng clearly and keenly perceived Jiang Meng's right fist attack direction and speed.

  After crossing over, Mu Feng found that his senses were extremely sharp, just like when he woke up and could clearly hear the conversation between Mu Chengzhi and his wife. Mu Feng thought about it and could only attribute the reason to the fact that crossing over made his soul stronger than ordinary people.

  Mo Feng's body rapidly retreated backwards, his head thrown back. Just as Jiang Meng's right fist swung over, it was only an inch away from Mo Feng's neck. Although it was only a short inch, Jiang Meng's move had already reached its limit, and he couldn't advance another half inch.

  "One punch!"

  Jiang Meng saw that his first punch had not hit, so he stomped the ground with his foot again, and his body shot forward like a cannonball, charging straight at Mu Feng who was just inches away. As he rushed forward, his right fist swung out once more.

  Although Mu Feng had already discerned Jiang Meng's attack speed and direction, due to the limitations of his own strength, his body movements completely couldn't keep up with his mental reactions, and he could only subconsciously raise both arms to block.

  A fist full of power pierced through Mufeng's arms and heavily struck his chest, sending his entire body flying out, crashing out more than two zhang away. His chest was filled with a surge of blood, and his throat felt slightly sweet.

  "Good!" The young man behind Jiang Měng burst out laughing and mocking words that didn't stop.

  "Just let him be, he'll get what's coming to him!"

  "Yes, Brother Meng didn't even use his martial arts skills and yet he knocked him down."

  "Who doesn't know that the Mu family has produced a useless person? At 14 years old, he still hasn't entered the ranks of warriors!"

  In the midst of sarcastic remarks, Jiang Meng's face also revealed an invincible and complacent expression.

  Yang Zhan's lips were tightly pursed, his face tense. He also knew that the two men's strengths were too disparate, and the outcome was basically a foregone conclusion.

  "It's settled!"

  Mo Feng struggled to get up, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. The opponent's strength had far exceeded his expectations; if it weren't for the past two months of training that had toughened up his body, perhaps this one punch would have really made him unable to get back up.

  "You're a good-for-nothing fellow!"

  Jiang Meng's face immediately fell, he didn't think that Murong Zhong could still get up after being punched by him, and in a fit of rage, he swung his fist again. In terms of absolute strength, he was confident that this punch would thoroughly beat Murong Zhong to the point where he couldn't get back up.

  At this moment, a figure jumped out from the side and also swung a punch. The fist broke through the surrounding air, bringing a whistling sound.

  Bang!

  Two fists met, and a loud explosion sounded!

  Jiang Meng's body didn't move a single inch, while Yang Zhan, who had jumped out, retreated seven or eight steps.

  "Yang Zhan, do you want to break the agreement?" Jiang Meng's face changed, and he shouted sternly.

  "Want to fight? Come and fight me, what's the big deal about bullying Mu Feng?" Yang Zhan also shouted in anger. He saw that Mu Feng was already at his last gasp, and probably couldn't take another punch, so he jumped out to block Jiang Meng's fist.

  "You? Are you still my opponent now?" At this time, Jiang Meng smiled lightly and said lazily.

  Yang Zhan was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say. He was no match for Jiang Meng now.

  At this time, Mu Feng suppressed the surging energy in his chest, pulled Yang Zhan away, and said softly: "Believe me, I can do it!" Then he turned to Jiang Meng and said: "One more punch, come on."

  Jiang Meng let out a cold laugh, his fist suddenly clenched, and the sleeves of his clothes were blown back with a loud whooshing sound by the fierce energy. His body burst upwards, and the ferocious power carried on his fists emitted a sharp whistling sound that cut through the air.

  All the young people held their breath and looked at the result, but Yang Zhan's face suddenly turned pale. He saw that Jiang Meng's last punch was extraordinary in power, and Mufeng absolutely couldn't take it.

  Although Mu Feng dodged again, the difference in strength between the two was too great. Jiang Meng's powerful fist broke through Mu Feng's defensive punches and landed heavily on his left cheek.

  Mo Feng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground two or three zhang away, leaving behind a deep skid mark.

  The young man behind Jiang Meng burst out laughing. Jiang Meng's face also showed a smile, and the punch just now must have knocked Mu Feng unconscious.

  Mo Feng lay motionless on the ground, his entire face buried in the dirt. For a moment, Yang Zhan didn't know what to do either.