Chapter 28: Making a Move

  "Great Young Master is mighty!" The attendants behind Jiang Wu burst into laughter and cheered loudly for him.

  Jiang Wu's face had a faint smile on it, as if everything was going according to his plan.

  For half a year, Jiang Yong has been cultivating at home and will soon be able to enter the peak of the Great Perfection of the Refining Body Realm. The young people in Hongfeng Town can only look up to him, so Jiang Wu dares to speak out like this.

  On the other side of the Hong Feng Wu Guan, the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive.

  Looking at Liu Pei, who was knocked to the side with a trace of fresh blood at the corner of his mouth, the young men in the martial arts hall were all stunned. Liu Pei's strength was already quite good among them, but he had only exchanged four moves with Jiang Yong.

  Meng Hu, Yang Sheng and others' faces also changed slightly. They knew that Jiang Yong was very strong, but not so strong that Liu Biao couldn't even take one move from him. Although Jiang Yong used four moves, only the fourth move was truly powerful.

  "Li Gang, you go up!"

  Meng Hu's face sank, he still didn't believe it, that among his own martial arts disciples, not one could withstand Jiang Yong for more than twenty moves.

  A disciple of the martial arts hall slowly walked out with a look on his face that was on the verge of tears.

  Jiang Yong looked at Li Gong walking into the arena and a hint of mockery appeared on his face, saying: "Li Gong, didn't you get enough last time?"

  Li Gang's face was bitter, but he still made a defensive gesture with his hands and said, "Please instruct me."

  Mo Feng also knew this young man, whose strength was among the top in Hong Feng Wu Dian, but compared to Han Xing and Liu Bing, he was slightly inferior. As for Han Xing, since his family had always maintained neutrality, Meng Hu would not let him participate in battle either.

  "Just look at Li Gang's momentum, and you can tell he will definitely lose." Murong Feng said in a low voice.

  "Yes, this Li Gong, lost before losing to others, first lost in formation." Yang Zhan nodded in agreement with Mu Feng's view.

  Both of them saw it, as a high-ranking expert in the Huaqi realm, Meng Hu couldn't possibly not see it. He was no longer looking at the two people in the center of the arena, but instead cast his gaze towards the martial arts disciples behind him. Unexpectedly, wherever his gaze fell, all the martial arts disciples lowered their heads.

  Seeing this scene, Meng Hu sighed quietly.

  The Red Maple Martial Hall recruits all foreign youths, and most of their family backgrounds are not very good. Therefore, the strongest disciples in the martial hall are only in the middle stage of the Body Refining Realm, and can't compare to Jiang Yong who is about to break through to the peak stage of the Body Refining Realm.

  It seems this land will belong to the Jiang family after all!

  Bang!

  As expected, with just one move, Jiang Yong pierced through Li Gang's arms and slapped his palm on the latter's chest, sending Li Gang flying out.

  Wow!

  Li Gang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, apparently this palm was extremely heavy, causing him to suffer a severe injury as well.

  Just as Li Gong was about to fall heavily to the ground, Meng Hu moved his body and stretched out his hand to dissolve Jiang Yong's strength, steadily putting him down.

  "Master, I'm sorry. The disciple has done his best." Li Gang said in a low voice, with his head hung low, as if he wanted to find a crack in the ground to hide in.

  "As a warrior, you fear before the battle, how can you win?" Meng Hu shouted out loud, his voice like thunder ringing in the ears of the martial arts disciples.

  Many disciples of the martial arts hall heard Meng Hu's rebuke and shamefully lowered their heads.

  "How about it, Master Meng? Is there still a disciple who dares to challenge my family's Jiang Yong?" Jiang Wu said with a smile, looking at Meng Hu's face which was somewhat green with rage.

  "Wait, let me try."

  Meng Hu sighed and was about to admit defeat when a clear voice came from beside him.

  Everyone followed the sound and found it was Mu Feng, they were all stunned for a moment.

  Yang Zhan did not expect Mu Feng to take the initiative to fight, and he pulled his sleeve and said in a low voice: "Mu Feng, you're crazy, how can you be his opponent?"

  He saw the miserable state of Liu Bao and Li Gong, fearing that Mu Feng would also follow in their footsteps. Moreover, Mu Feng had already thoroughly offended Jiang Yong before, and when they clashed, Jiang Yong would absolutely not show mercy.

  "How would you know if you don't try?" Murong Feng gently patted Yang Zhan's hand, indicating that he had his own measure.

  "Then be careful, if you can't then admit defeat." Looking at Mu Feng's calm demeanor, Yang Zhan could only let go of the hand that was holding him.

  "Wind, what are you meddling in? Hurry back home." Mu Chengzhi scolded in a low voice with a stern face.

  Mufeng smiled at Muzhizhi and said, "Dad, it's okay, just try it out. Even if I lose, I won't lose face."

  Mufeng came before Meng Hu and said: "Master Meng, may I give it a try?"

  Meng Hu looked at the slender young man in front of him, his lean face full of confidence, and a glimmer of hope reignited in his heart. He nodded and said, "Then give it a try."

  Jiang Yong looked at Mu Feng walking into the center of the arena and sneered, "It seems that defeating Jiang Meng last time gave you a lot of confidence?"

  Mo Feng smiled calmly, seemingly oblivious to Jiang Yong's mockery. His fists danced and his body stretched out like a sturdy cypress or willow tree, giving off an aura that shocked people.

  For the willow-shaped fist, Mufeng has indeed reached a level of mastery, every move and style of the willow-shaped fist, as well as the meaning it conveys, are deeply understood by him, as if they have merged into his bones, becoming one with him.

  "Mu Feng, you don't seem to be a disciple of the Hong Qing Wu Guan?" Jiang Wu's subordinate, Jiang Meng, suddenly spoke up. After being defeated by Mu Feng last time, he still had some fear in his heart, and looking at Mu Feng's confident appearance made him feel uneasy.

  "It's true, Mufeng is not a disciple of Hong Feng Wu Guan at all." The attendant beside him chimed in.

  Everyone cast their eyes on Meng Hu, waiting for his explanation.

  "Hehe, I've already accepted Mufeng as a formal disciple of the Red Maple Martial Hall many years ago. I believe many of you know this." Meng Hu said with a smile.

  Meng Hu had been quite considerate of the Mu family, and several years ago, he allowed Mu Feng to enter the Hong Feng Martial Hall for free to learn martial arts. However, because he was unable to join the ranks of warriors after a long time, Mu Feng stopped going to the Hong Feng Martial Hall, but his name remained on the list of disciples of the Hong Feng Martial Hall.

  Many people present nodded in agreement.

  "Mufeng, if you can withstand twenty moves under Jiang Yong's hands, I'll impart my mystical energy to help you cultivate," Meng Hu said suddenly in a loud voice.

  "Hiss!"

  Everyone gasped in unison and began discussing it heatedly.

  Xuanli Guanding is a process where a martial artist above the Huaji realm uses their own Xuanli to temper the internal organs, blood and acupoints of a martial artist in the Lianti realm, bringing great benefits to the latter.

  However, the risk of Xuanli Guanding is also extremely high, because the internal organs, blood and acupoints of Lian Ti Jing Wu practitioners are relatively fragile, requiring the precise control of Xuanli energy by the practitioner in the Huajing state. Therefore, generally only practitioners at the peak of the Huajing state or above can achieve this.

  Xuanli infusion is also a great consumption for Huaqi realm warriors, Mu Chengzhi has injuries on his body, as the peak of Huaqi realm Xiaocheng, he cannot perform Xuanli infusion for his son.

  No wonder Meng Hu's words caused a stir among the crowd.

  At present, Meng Hu is willing to make such a promise, it can be seen that he also attaches great importance to this piece of land.

  "Is there anything else?" Mu Feng's heart stirred with a small ripple, but it didn't show on the surface. He glanced at Jiang Yong and asked softly.

  "If you're looking for trouble yourself, then don't blame me!"

  Jiang Yong let out a cold snort, his footsteps fiercely stomping the ground, and his body shape borrowed force to advance beside Mu Feng. His right palm chopped down, bringing up a whirring wind sound, an astonishing momentum!

  Mo Feng withdrew the smile from his face, and his willow-shaped fist unfolded. His left fist opened up Jiang Yong's palm, and his right fist suddenly struck towards Jiang Yong's face.

  Jiang Yong immediately clenched his palm into a fist, gathering strength, and heavily struck Mu Feng's right fist.

  Jiang Yong carefully studied the Willow-Leaf Fist after his last encounter with Mu Feng, and concluded that to counter this style of boxing, one must use brute force to break it, rendering its momentum useless and its power unable to be unloaded.

  Mo Feng's keen senses picked up on this, and his right fist suddenly transformed its power into something formless, lightly brushing against Jiang Yong's right fist like a willow branch, and then wrapping itself around his right arm.

  If not for having swallowed the Heart Flame and possessing sharp perception, making Mu Feng far surpass ordinary mid-term Great Circle Cultivators in terms of strength and reaction speed, otherwise he would also be unable to contend with Jiang Yong.

  Jiang Yong saw that the opponent did not engage in a fierce battle with himself, and his powerful force burst out from his right fist, popping open Mu Feng's fist. With both fists, the strong wind was biting, and countless fist shadows rushed towards Mu Feng, which was the Jiang family's Ben Ma Quan.

  Mo Feng remained calm and composed, his fists dancing in the air like willow branches swaying in the wind, effortlessly deflecting Jiang Yong's attacks.

  Mù Chéng Zhì looked at Mù Fēng in the arena, nodding his head in satisfaction. For a 15-year-old boy to grasp the willow-shaped fist to such an extent was truly not easy.

  "Cheng Zhi, how did your son become so powerful?" Yang Sheng asked with a look of astonishment. As a neighbor, he knew that Mu Feng had made great progress, but he hadn't realized that his cultivation had become so refined.

  "I'm not sure either, but since the last time I fell from Luoshen Peak, my cultivation has become much easier. Why don't you let your son try it?" Mu Chengzhi was also in a good mood and couldn't help but joke with Yang Sheng.

  "Never mind." Yang Sheng shook his head, he wouldn't let Yang Zhan take this risk. Anyone who really fell from the Luoshen Peak would be smashed to pieces, like Mu Feng, whose luck was extremely good, and yet nothing happened to him, and after falling, he even seemed to have gained enlightenment.

  The two in the center of the field had already exchanged six or seven rounds while talking, although Jiang Yong used the Jiang family's ultimate skill, Ben Ma Quan, but under Mu Feng's natural and effortless defense, he didn't gain any advantage.

  The people around were also astonished to see that the two were evenly matched, and it was clear that they had not expected Mu Feng to be able to hold out for so long against Jiang Yong.

  Half a year ago, at the Qing Shi Tai battle, many people did not see it with their own eyes and had some doubts, thinking that Mu Feng won by luck. Today, seeing Mu Feng still showing no signs of defeat after Jiang Yong used his top-grade martial arts, Horse Riding Fist, they finally believed the rumors to be true.

  Jiang Wu's smile also disappeared without a trace. Looking at Mu Feng's figure, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

  Qing Shi Tai's battle, Jiang Wu also severely scolded Jiang Yong and Jiang Meng two brothers, but did not take this matter to heart. However, seeing Mu Feng today, he was also amazed by his astonishing cultivation speed.

  "This kid is a bit strange." Jiang Wu secretly said in his heart.

  "How is this possible?" Jiang Meng muttered to himself, staring blankly at Mu Feng in the center of the arena, wondering how he couldn't even withstand three moves from Jiang Yong's hands.