Chapter Eighteen: Duel with Jiang Meng

  Time, like a white horse passing through a gap, turned its eyes and arrived at the day when Mu Feng and Jiang Meng had agreed to compete.

  At this time, the Qing Stone Platform in Hong Feng Town was surrounded by crowds of onlookers. Although it was just a competition between two fourteen-year-old boys, people needed to find some excitement in their dull lives.

  Although the two sides of the trial have not yet arrived, the crowd is already buzzing with discussion, but they are not discussing who will win or lose, but rather guessing how many moves Mu Feng can withstand under Jiang Meng's hands.

  Some people guess three moves, some people guess five moves, and some even think that only one move is needed. Although Mo Feng Bao beat Feng Yin and others that day, the difference between the early stage of the Body Refining Realm and the middle stage of the Body Refining Realm was too great.

  Due to Mu Feng's low-key nature, even Mu Cheng Zhi was unaware that he had already advanced to the middle stage of the Refining Body Realm, let alone others, who all thought that Mu Feng had at most reached the early stage of the Refining Body Realm.

  Yang Zhan sneaked out of the martial arts hall, listening to the discussions of the crowd, and was also worried. Although he knew that Mu Feng had already entered the initial stage of the Great Perfection of Cultivating Body, the gap with Jiang Meng was still quite large, and the hope of winning was extremely slim.

  "Jiang Meng has arrived." someone in the crowd suddenly said.

  Jiang Meng arrived at one side of the Qing Shi Tai, accompanied by Jiang Yong and a group of young men, and climbed up onto the Qing Shi Tai under the gaze of the crowd.

  This bluestone platform is ten zhang long and three zhang wide, made of a kind of hard bluestone. It has a very long history. According to the old people in the town, this bluestone platform already existed when they were young.

  The use of Qingtai is also extremely extensive. For example, inviting a troupe to perform opera is called an opera stage, and two people dueling is called a fighting platform...

  Time has passed for a long time, Hongfeng Town has changed greatly, but Qingshitai has always remained unchanged, becoming a landmark building in Hongfeng Town.

  Not long after Jiang Meng arrived, Mu Feng also slowly walked up from the other side of the Qing Shi platform.

  Mo Feng wore a simple black outfit, his figure slightly slender, but his steps were extremely firm, with a faintly childish and clear face, at this time there was not a hint of fear, instead, he had a faint smile on his face.

  "You can still laugh, but soon you won't be able to cry." Jiang Meng looked at Mu Feng's smile and felt extremely disgusted. He thought that Mu Feng was just pretending to be calm.

  "Really? Then come and try!" Murongfeng, after a month of cultivation, had greatly increased his confidence. Although he was slightly inferior to Jiangmeng in terms of cultivation level, he was confident that he was not inferior to the other party in terms of strength, speed, and perception. In actual combat experience, he even far surpassed Jiangmeng.

  Many people were amazed at Mu Feng's transformation, and some who were slightly familiar with Mu Feng were also astonished by this change. In their eyes, Mu Feng was a strong-willed and sorrowful young man, and such confidence and masculinity had never been seen in him before.

  "You're really arrogant, I didn't notice before. Although I don't know where your confidence comes from, today I'll knock you back to your original shape."

  As soon as the words fell, Jiang Meng suddenly exerted his strength, took a step forward, and swiftly approached Mu Feng's side, throwing a fierce punch at the latter's chest.

  Mo Feng's keen senses had already detected Jiang Meng's movement, his hands waving, the willow-shaped fist unfolding smoothly like flowing water.

  "Willow Fist, Wind Blows Willow Moves!"

  Mo Feng's body retreated backward along the momentum of Jiang Meng's fist, his two fists also lightly brushing past the other's body like two willow branches.

  However, Jiang Meng could feel that this light and airy fist contained a hint of ferocity. If he were to be hit by it, it would definitely not feel good.

  He made a swift decision, his body stiffening as he halted his fist in mid-air, withdrawing the blow aimed at Mu Feng. He raised it vertically in front of him to block the incoming attack. The force transmitted through the opponent's fist was beyond his expectations, causing him to take several steps back.

  Although the two retreated back, in the eyes of the people under the Qing stone platform, it seemed that Jiang Meng mysteriously withdrew his fist and was then beaten back by Mu Feng's double fists. Some masters in the crowd saw the subtlety of the situation and were also shocked in their hearts.

  Unexpectedly, after a round of fighting, Mu Feng and Jiang Meng were evenly matched, with the former even having a slight upper hand.

  Yang Zhan under the stage looked at Mu Feng's figure, for a moment, as if he had lost his soul, and didn't dare to believe his eyes. A month ago, Mu Feng couldn't even take Jiang Meng's punch, but now he was evenly matched with him, this wasn't an illusion, was it?

  Jiang Yong's eyebrows were tightly furrowed as he looked at Mu Feng, and the unease in his heart also gradually grew.

  "Good kid, you have two good moves." Jiang Meng was also somewhat surprised, but he didn't take it to heart, thinking that Mu Feng's two punches were just lucky.

  Jiang Meng's body shape suddenly surged up again, secretly mobilizing his strength, and with a powerful gust of wind, his right palm drew an arc in the air, slanting down towards Mu Feng's left shoulder.

  "Shattering Stone Palm, Palm Chopping Mountain Rock!"

  Po Shi Zhang, a mid-tier martial art of the Huang Jie school, was a relatively fierce and powerful style. Before Jiang Meng had gained any advantage from his first punch, he resorted to using his signature move. He believed that with this one palm strike, Mu Feng would definitely suffer severe injuries.

  "Willow Fist, Willow Sways with the Wind!"

  Mo Feng retreated a step back after sensing the direction of Jiang Meng's Breaking Stone Palm, dissolving the force within his palm. He slightly shifted his body and countered with a left fist on Jiang Meng's right arm when he was exhausted.

  "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

  Under everyone's gaze, with a slight hum from Mu Feng's mouth, Jiang Meng actually retreated three steps according to Mu Feng's words.

  Jiang Meng's face suddenly turned extremely gloomy. He had never expected that Mu Feng could dodge his attack and even counterattack.

  The onlookers were also shocked by this scene. They had thought that Jiang Meng's martial arts would give him an overwhelming advantage, but unexpectedly, not only did he fail to gain any benefit, but he was actually hit with a sneak attack.

  He shook his slightly numb right arm, and Jiang Meng licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, but instead grinned: "It's interesting." At the same time, his right foot stomped the ground, and his body shot out like a cannonball.

  "Shattering Palm, Heaven Shaking Stone!"

  This move was purely a physical confrontation, Jiang Meng had sensed that Mu Feng's gentle nature was abundant, but his physical strength was insufficient, so he chose this close combat method. However, he underestimated Mu Feng, and after being tempered by the Heart Flame, his physical strength was far beyond what Jiang Meng could compare to.

  Mo Feng did not dodge, but instead clenched his fists and took a fierce step forward, his stance surprisingly choosing to confront head-on.

  "Mo Feng has gone crazy, actually daring to confront Jiang Meng head-on!"

  "This Mo Feng has taken advantage of the situation and is being reckless, it's really too irrational!"

  ……

  The people under the stage saw this scene, shook their heads secretly and whispered to each other.

  The two of them collided with each other with extremely shocking momentum, bringing together two powerful forces.

  Bang!

  One step, two steps, three steps, Mu Feng retreated three steps.

  One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, Jiang Meng retreated five steps.

  The whole field is silent! Dead silence!

  If the first two moves made everyone think that Mu Feng was relying on tricks to gain an advantage, this move, which was a straightforward and unadorned crash, showed that Mu Feng already had the strength to confront Jiang Meng head-on.

  "My goodness, when did Mu Feng become so formidable?" Yang Zhan exclaimed in surprise. The onlookers were equally shocked, their mouths agape.

  Mo Feng's performance today was shocking and completely overturned his reputation as a waste.

  Mo Feng looked at Jiang Meng, a brilliant smile appeared on his face, and his lean face was also filled with boundless confidence.

  From their brief exchange just now, he was certain that although Jiang Meng's cultivation was slightly higher than his own, he was absolutely not weaker than him.

  Jiang Meng's face turned very ugly and he said: "You think you can defeat me? Dream on! Let me show you my family's ultimate technique - the Galloping Horse Fist."

  Jiang Mēng's vital energy sank into his dantian, his right fist continuously swung out, emitting several illusory fist shadows that struck towards Mu Feng's chest.

  Bēn Mǎ Quán is a unique skill of the Jiang family, belonging to the top grade of Huang's Wushu. It emphasizes using speed to control others, with emptiness containing substance and substance containing emptiness.

  Although Jiang Meng was only in the middle of the Body Refining Realm's Great Circle, the power he brought out was still not to be underestimated.

  "Racing Horse Fist, Ten Thousand Horses Galloping!"