Chapter 50: The Mighty Display of Low-Grade Martial Arts on the Mystic Stage

  "Kid, I underestimated you. No wonder you could defeat Mu Lian and Mu Yan. It seems that you indeed have the capital to be arrogant." Mu Lie's eyes flashed with a fierce light, as a young and excellent member of the Mu family, he had always been praised by his elders and flattered by his peers, making him extremely proud. But now, being outdone by Mu Feng made him somewhat unable to show his face, and he couldn't help but harbor resentment.

  "Alas!" Mu Feng shook his head helplessly, actually he didn't have any intention of being at odds with the other party, it's just that these family juniors were all proud and arrogant, and this grudge seemed to be unavoidable.

  But Mo Feng's sigh fell into Mo Lie's eyes, turning into a mockery that made his heart even more furious.

  "Hey kid, don't be too arrogant. Today, let's see how I'll deal with you." Mu Lie puffed out his chest, and an overwhelmingly powerful aura emanated from him.

  Mo Feng's expression also became exceptionally serious, he felt a sense of anger, this anger came from the boundless ocean. In this anger, there was also a hint of pride. This state of mind had nothing to do with cultivation, but was related to the emotions and mentality of a martial artist.

  Mo Feng lightly exhaled, and all the mysterious energy in his body converged on his fists. Between his fists, a dazzling aura of mysterious energy flashed, revealing a domineering and fierce aura. His entire figure was like an unyielding willow tree, awaiting the baptism of the impending storm.

  Looking at the aura emitted by the two, the crowd was also stunned. Although the mysterious power fluctuations emitted by the two were not worth mentioning in the eyes of a true master who had reached the realm of creation, that aura was enough to move everyone present.

  "Hulk Smash, Sea Roar!"

  With a low growl, a fist shadow carrying strong Xuanli whizzed out, like the roar of the sea, with an unstoppable momentum, rushing towards Mu Feng.

  Mu Lian and others watching from below also felt a little schadenfreude.

  "This kid really got Brother Lei angry, now he's in for it." Mu Lian said with a smile, recalling the scenes of his past encounters with Mu Lie, still making him feel a little frightened.

  Mu Lian has been following Mu Lie for so long, and he is extremely familiar with his personality. The pride in the latter's heart does not allow anyone to trample on it. Even as a rival, Mu Sheng dare not easily provoke Mu Lie's anger.

  "Yes, it's been a long time since we've seen Brother Li throw such a big tantrum. That kid is done for." The other boys also nodded in agreement.

  "Kid, if you don't have any other tricks up your sleeve today, then get out of here!" Mu Lie sneered and shouted.

  "You're rejoicing a bit too early." Mu Feng's face was solemn, but there wasn't the slightest hint of fear.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Scorching Heaven!"

  One punch was thrown out, and everyone's face changed!

  Mo Feng took a slight sip from his mouth, and suddenly blasted out a punch. He didn't intend to use the Blazing Fist so soon, because the opponents behind might be even stronger than Mo Lie, but Mo Lie's shocking blow, combined with his own superior cultivation, made it impossible for him to withstand this attack without using the Blazing Fist.

  Mufeng's right fist burst forth with a mighty and majestic aura, as that aura brought an astonishing heat and overbearing pressure, heavily pounding towards Muli's fist shadow.

  The higher the level of martial arts, the better the use of Xuanli and the more ingenious the technique, making up for one's own lack of cultivation. Of course, this compensation is based on the premise that the gap in cultivation between the two sides is not too great. If one's own cultivation is at the stage of Huaqi, while the opponent is at the stage of Chugong, then no matter how high the level of martial arts used, it will be impossible to defeat the opponent.

  Bang!

  The two clashed fiercely in the midst of the crowd's stunned gaze, with a fierce gust of wind bursting forth from the point of impact like a storm, sweeping away all the dust on the martial arts stage.

  The two of them flew out again and barely stood at the edge of the martial arts platform.

  The two on the martial stage were one level apart in their cultivation, but Mu Feng surpassed ordinary Qi-refining warriors in terms of tendons and meridians with the help of Heart Flame Devouring. His own mysterious power carried a hint of Yang's dominance over Yin, making it extremely powerful. As a result, when Mu Feng used his Xuan-level martial arts, he could easily dissolve Mu Lie's moves.

  "What kind of martial arts is this, with such great power?"

  "This martial art, judging by its power, should have surpassed the Huang stage and reached the lower level of the Xuan stage!"

  "It's impossible, the entire clan only has three sets of Xuanjie lower-grade martial arts, how could he possibly have Xuanjie lower-grade martial arts."

  The crowd on the surrounding viewing platform all showed a look of shock! They saw that Mu Feng's punch was not simple.

  Although Mu Chengzhi didn't know where his son's martial arts came from, he clenched his fists tightly and secretly praised him. His body trembled slightly with excitement. He had never known that his own son actually possessed such formidable strength.

  Lin Hui's face beside her also revealed a beautiful smile.

  The old man with a red face on the high platform, the middle-aged bald-headed man, and Mu Chuan's face all flashed a hint of doubt. The martial arts that Mu Feng had just used was indeed Xuanjie martial arts, which was hard to believe when it appeared on Mu Feng's body.

  "Han Yu sister, this Mu Feng is not simple, he even took down Mu Lie's move, if it were me, I wouldn't have the confidence to do so." The yellow-shirted girl covered her mouth with her hand, extremely surprised.

  She originally thought that this time's opponents were only Mu Sheng and Mu Li, but unexpectedly Mu Feng appeared out of nowhere, forcing her to re-examine the situation.

  Mu Han's icy face also showed a hint of astonishment, she was very familiar with Mu Lie's strength, and she didn't expect Mu Feng to be so strong either. It seemed that this time she had underestimated him as well.

  "Han Qing, if I'm not mistaken, you might meet one of them in the semifinals." Mu Han Yu said calmly.

  "Yes, it seems like none of them are easy to deal with." The girl in the yellow shirt nodded and pouted her small mouth.

  "But it's better to encounter them than to encounter Mu Sheng, who is said to be able to enter the middle stage of the Great Circle of Qi Refining soon."

  "That guy is also strong." The yellow-shirted girl gazed at the black-clothed boy in the distance.

  At the time when everyone was whispering to each other, something unexpected happened on stage.

  "Kid, you think you can beat me? It's not that easy!" Mu Lie's right hand shook, and a blue treasure sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword was covered with strange sword marks, and the sword marks emitted a faint eerie aura.

  "Huang Jie Lower Grade Spirit Treasure Blue Pattern Sword!" People around the viewing platform had already recognized the name of the blue treasure sword.

  Things that contain spirituality and mystique are called spiritual treasures. The spiritual treasures of the Sacred Profound Continent are divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. Each level is further divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. As the grade of a spiritual treasure increases, it can even produce a consciousness similar to that of humans when it reaches the Heaven level, allowing it to communicate with its master's soul and achieve a state of unity between human and treasure. According to legend, above the Heaven-level spiritual treasures are the Emperor-level spiritual treasures, which are said to be able to transform into human form.

  "Can Lingbao be used in tribal comparison?" Mu Chengzhi on the watchtower was somewhat dissatisfied and loudly protested.

  "The rules of the clan didn't say that we can't use Lingbao, so Mu Lie isn't breaking any rules." The red-faced old man on the high platform said in a deep voice.

  Tribe comparison is actually allowed to use Lingbao, because Lingbao also represents a part of personal strength. This is just an ordinary tribe comparison, if using Lingbao, it's easier to cause accidental injury or even accidental killing, so over the years, no one has used it.

  Mu Lie saw that the old man with a red face did not object to his use of the Lingbao, and a sinister smile suddenly flashed on his face: "Mu Feng, take a good look."

  "You think you can defeat me with just a broken copper sword? Dream on!" Mu Feng's face sank slightly, and he coldly shouted.

  Mo Lie's right hand shook, the Qingwen sword hummed in response, and a vast and powerful force burst out from the sword body, combining with Mo Lie's own force to form a strong pressure on Mo Feng.

  "Green Wind Sword, Wild Wind Rolls Willow!"

  The mysterious power fluctuations emanating from Muli's body formed a vortex of mystical energy in front of him as he swung the Qingwen sword, and this vortex rapidly swept towards Mu Feng, generating waves of suction force that seemed to want to swallow him whole.

  This cyan-patterned sword belongs to the lowest grade of spiritual treasures, but it can also enhance one's combat power. The might it unleashes is astonishing even in Mu Feng's eyes.

  The Mu Chengzhi couple on the viewing platform felt a wave of tension in their hearts. The couple no longer cared whether Mu Feng could advance smoothly, but only hoped that Mu Feng could safely walk down from the martial arts stage after all, they only had this one son.

  This move "Crazy Wind Rolls Willow" made Mu Chengzhi ask himself to be cautious, after all, the lower-grade spiritual treasure of Huang Jie was not rare, but for them, it was still a luxury.

  Mo Feng let out a cold snort, and with one punch, he struck the mysterious power storm. The storm surprisingly shattered like a fragile thin membrane.

  Shocking! Besides shock, it's still shocking!

  It's hard to believe such a light and easy, lightly drawn and written blow could be so devastating.

  Muli on the martial stage was even more shocked, he couldn't believe that his and Lingbao's combined full-force strike was easily shattered by Mofeng with just one punch.

  "He's cheating!" Mu Lie shouted loudly.

  Mo Feng struck out with another punch, without any fancy moves.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeping Heaven!"

  A surge of intense aura burst forth, instantly engulfing Mulei, and even the crowd on the viewing platform could feel a scorching breath.

  Mu Lie hadn't even had time to react before he was struck by this fiery profound energy and sent flying, crashing down more than ten zhang away from the martial stage. The whole person looked as wretched as possible.

  At a time when powers are equal, the lower-grade martial arts of the Mystic Stage are terrifyingly powerful!

  No wonder in the Great Martial Dynasty, a kind of mysterious martial art can stir up a shocking wave. It can be said that a kind of mysterious martial art can sometimes create a group of masters and revitalize a sect.

  However, Mu Feng also won by surprise, if Mu Lie was not still in shock from Mu Feng's sudden outburst, he would not have been knocked off the martial arts stage with just three punches and two kicks.

  "Did I win?" Mu Feng asked the judge beside him in a low voice, but the judge seemed to have not recovered from the shock and was at a loss for words when asked by Mu Feng.

  The judge turned his head to look at the red-faced old man in the stands, and saw that the red-faced old man nodded slightly with a gloomy face, before loudly announcing: "This time's trial, Mu Feng wins!"