Chapter Fifty-two You This Despicable Wolf

  The palm just now made Mufeng realize that the Butterfly Palm was also a very clever palm technique, avoiding the real and entering the virtual, with a subtle and ingenious subtlety, similar to the Willow Fist. However, it was far more agile and nimble than the Willow Fist. In terms of level, the former was two levels higher than the latter.

  Although he had put away his underestimating heart, Mu Feng still didn't use the Blazing Fist, after all, the opponent was a girl, and the power of the Blazing Fist was too great, he couldn't fully grasp the extent of it yet, if he accidentally hurt her, the consequences would be unbearable.

  "Butterfly Palm, Butterfly Dance Fragrance!"

  The girl in the yellow shirt stood still at the station, her mind thinking of something unknown, also unable to hold back, a pair of jade palms with sharp palm winds struck his chest.

  "Willow-shaped fist, willow catkins fill the sky!"

  Mo Feng saw the situation, stretched out his arms, and his fists danced like willow branches, with the illusory fist shadows resembling the scattered willow catkins in the sky.

  Fists and palms intersect, figures overlap, fighting is also more intense.

  However, Mu Feng was somewhat apprehensive and hesitant, and the level of his martial arts was two levels lower than his opponent's. In an instant, he fell into a disadvantageous position. If it weren't for relying on the fierce and overbearing Blazing Sun Dominance Technique, he would have been struck down from the dueling platform by the yellow-robed girl with just one palm strike.

  Mu Han Yu, who was standing under the martial stage, saw this scene and a hint of a smile appeared on her icy face. She noticed that Mu Feng couldn't fully unleash his moves and was momentarily forced into a flurry of defense by Mu Han Qing.

  "Good!" The group of young men in the audience cheered for the girl in yellow, almost to the point of beating drums and waving flags!

  Mo Chuan Dao looked at the yellow-shirted girl and smiled at the middle-aged bald man, saying: "Cheng Zhong, it seems that Qing Er's cultivation has made some progress again, not a bit worse than Yu Er."

  The middle-aged bald man also smiled and said, "Dao Shu, this girl has a good talent, but she is lazy in her practice and has been spoiled since childhood. Later on, it will be difficult to find a husband for her."

  "Look at those young men down there, which one isn't a follower of Qing'er? Don't worry, you'll have no problem finding a daughter-in-law." Mu Chuan Dao said with a smile.

  The old man with a red face still didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on another martial arts stage, where a black-clad youth was fighting against another excellent disciple of the clan. Anyone could see that the black-clad youth had an absolute advantage and would win, it was only a matter of time.

  Looking at the black-clad youth's figure, a hint of smile finally appeared on the red-faced old man's face.

  After losing his son that year, he was always unhappy. Later, under the proposal of the clan leader, Mu Sheng was adopted as his grandson. From then on, all his energy was devoted to this grandson. And Mu Sheng did not disappoint his expectations, showing extraordinary talent and qualifications among the young generation of the clan.

  However, when the old man with a red face turned his gaze to Mu Feng again, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and cold lights flashed in his eyes.

  On the martial arts stage, Mufeng and the yellow-shirted girl exchanged more than twenty moves, with Mufeng being beaten back by the yellow-shirted girl, already almost forced to the edge of the stage.

  However, under the overwhelming advantage, the yellow-shirted girl stood still, leaving everyone somewhat astonished.

  "Who told you to let me go? Quickly use that fist technique of yours." The yellow-shirted girl said with some annoyance.

  Mo Feng smiled wryly, this woman, whether in her past life or present life, was a big trouble. Not afraid of hurting the yellow-shirted girl, so she had never used her full strength, unexpectedly she still got scolded for this.

  "Are you sure I need to go all out?" Mu Feng still felt from their previous exchange that the yellow-shirted girl's strength was slightly inferior to Mu Lie's, and if he used his Flame Fist, winning wouldn't be difficult!

  "I'd rather you didn't let me win! Otherwise, others will say I won unfairly." The girl in the yellow shirt stomped her foot in anger.

  "How come all the young masters of your family are so arrogant?" Murong whispered, and smiled helplessly, saying: "Alright, I'll use my true strength, you'd better be careful."

  Mo Feng finished speaking, and the Xuanli in his body was poured out without reservation, hot and overbearing, strong and powerful. A kind of invisible aura emanated from him, making his originally slender figure appear exceptionally straight and upright, like an unyielding pine tree, like a towering green mountain.

  The girl in the yellow shirt also felt this momentum, her pretty face tightened, her white teeth lightly biting her red lips, and her body was also flashing with a mysterious light, her jade palms also became extremely sharp.

  "Fierce Flame Fist, Fierce Flame Sweeps the Heavens!"

  The entire martial arts arena's temperature also rose significantly due to the intense aura, and a powerful aura fist shadow shot towards the yellow-shirted girl. Although he used the fierce flame fist, Mu Feng still reserved twenty percent of his strength.

  "Butterfly Palm, Butterfly in Love with Flowers!"

  A pair of jade palms danced, and a slightly cold Xuanli burst out from the jade palms, heavily slashing onto that Xuanli fist shadow.

  Bang!

  A powerful gust of air spread out in a ring shape, sweeping away all the dust on the martial arts platform. Under everyone's gaze, both of them retreated several steps backward!

  It was the first fierce battle between the two since they had started fighting, and it caused quite a commotion.

  But Mufeng knew that if he had used his full strength just now, the yellow-shirted girl would have absolutely no way to catch up.

  The girl in the yellow shirt frowned slightly, and with that last blow, she felt Mu Feng's cunning and entanglement. Although it was only a small achievement in the initial stage of Huaqi Realm, he had such strong Xuanli and lower-grade martial arts. No wonder Mu Lie would lose to him.

  This opponent is quite a headache.

  "Butterfly orchid palm, fluttering dance!"

  However, the yellow-shirted girl's body had just stabilized, and before Mu Feng could catch his breath, her figure was again rushing towards Mu Feng, with palm prints flying about, sharp and fierce, with a powerful and vigorous aura that brought forth a whistling sound of breaking wind, an astonishing momentum.

  Seeing Huang Shan's girl's fierce attack, Mu Feng couldn't dodge in time and could only use his full strength to strike back.

  "Flame Fist, Flame Incinerates Heaven!"

  Bang!

  It was another fierce collision, but Mu Feng stood firm as a mountain, while the girl in yellow flew out and fell to the ground with her four limbs in the air.

  Mo Feng was taken aback for a moment, then with a burst of speed, he sprinted towards the yellow-shirted girl, his hands outstretched to catch her just before she hit the ground.

  The originally noisy surroundings suddenly became silent, and a few shocked gazes were cast over, making Mu Feng suddenly feel that something was off.

  Mo Feng came back to his senses only to discover that although he had caught the yellow-shirted girl with his hands, the soft and slippery sensation coming from his palms told him that something was terribly wrong.

  "Ah!" The girl in yellow shirt let out a sharp cry and suddenly jumped away from Mu Feng's arms, her face flushing like the dawn clouds at sunrise.

  "You... you rascal!" The girl in the yellow shirt scolded, and then ran down from the martial arts platform with a red face, escaping from the training field, leaving behind only a stunned Mu Feng.

  Mo Feng's face was also bright red, extremely embarrassed. Although he didn't intentionally touch the girl's soft chest, after all, in front of so many people, he had no idea how angry the yellow-shirted girl would be with him.

  However, when Mu Feng raised his head, he felt countless hostile gazes. To put it in a crude way, if gazes could kill, Mu Feng would have died thousands of times already.

  Even the red-faced old man and the middle-aged bald-headed man on the high platform were stunned for a while. The eyes of Mu Chuan Dao and others on the high platform gazed at the middle-aged bald-headed man with an eerie gaze, causing the latter to reveal a hint of helplessness on his face.

  "It's not a bad feeling!" Facing the gaze of many murderers, Mu Feng suddenly had such an idea. If this were to be known by the young men who admired the yellow-shirted girl beside him, they would probably try their best to tear Mu Feng apart.

  "Mo Feng wins!" The judge beside the martial arts platform was also stunned for a while before announcing.