Seventy-Third Breakthrough, Demon Origin Skill

  Wei Ding's attack was about to reach his own face, and Wei Hong finally felt a hint of life danger. His crazy rotation of martial energy, in the dantian, the martial energy was rotating violently.

  "Boom!"

  "Explode!"

  "Destroy"

  Wei Hong's face turned ferocious, and he shouted in a low voice. Just as Wei Ding's attack was about to reach him, Wei Hong's dantian suddenly let out a loud bang, and his meridians also made a thunderous sound.

  "Six Ranks of Warriors."

  Wei Hong felt the thickness of Wu Qi, and at this moment, his momentum suddenly rose again, instantly breaking through Wei Ding's lock. His Lingbo Step was performed to the extreme, dodging Wei Ding's strongest blow.

  "Boom."

  Wei Ding's attack landed directly on the martial arts arena, fortunately, the ground of the martial arts arena was relatively hard, and there was only a not-too-deep long ditch.

  At this time, Wei Ding turned his head to look at Wei Hong on the side, with more killing intent in his eyes. Obviously, he was furious that Wei Hong could easily dodge him.

  "This kid actually broke through?"

  Wei Xiangyang looked at Wei Hong, whose aura had reached the sixth rank of martial artist, with a slightly astonished expression. Then, a hint of delight flashed in his eyes. This kid was clearly using this life-or-death battle to break through his martial arts cultivation.

  "What? He actually broke through to the sixth rank so quickly?" A hint of anger appeared on Wei Fa's face, and he made a decision in his heart - this kid absolutely cannot be left alive, he must be killed.

  And without mentioning the astonishment of the crowd, on the field, Wei Ding's attack came again.

  At this time, Wei Hong finally attacked without being so fierce, but he still didn't have the upper hand. However, in Wei Hong's heart, there was no worry at all. Ling Bo Bu quietly unfolded, and with his cultivation increasing, the attack and counterattack at this time were unusually calm.

  "Ah."

  After a long attack, Wei Ding let out a loud roar and suddenly flew away from Wei Hong, no longer engaging in close combat. He stopped three meters away from Wei Hong, his gruesome scarred face revealing a hint of blue veins.

  Right after that, looking only at Wei Ding's face, apart from his eyes, his facial muscles were bulging all over, and as the bulges on his face increased, Wei Ding's aura also surged violently.

  "He's actually cultivated the Demonic Origin Skill! And judging by the looks of it, he should have already reached minor completion." A shout of surprise echoed through the crowd.

  Mo Yuan Gong is a self-mutilating technique that harms oneself before harming others. It relies on the power of one's own tendons and meridians to suddenly cause one's cultivation to surge, but after Mo Yuan Gong dissipates, at least a week of recuperation is needed to recover from the strain on the tendons and meridians.

  If it's a small success, then it would be like Wei Ding is now - with an ugly and ferocious face, but the power would be enormous. This method has more advantages than disadvantages, however, it is extremely difficult to cultivate, therefore, in the Wei family, almost no one cultivates it.

  At this moment, Wei Ding's aura suddenly rose from the 7th rank to the peak of the 8th rank. The blue veins on his face looked exceptionally terrifying, and his eyes were filled with a murderous intent as he stared at Wei Hong. He inserted his large knife into the ground, made a slightly complex hand gesture with both fists, and then directly attacked Wei Hong.

  "Magic Yuan Palm."

  With a light shout, Wei Ding looked at this moment, directly pushing his fists forward. At this time, he used the power of Mo Yuan Gong to compress the martial energy in space and slammed it towards Wei Hong.

  "Wei Ding, he's truly a madman. This time, even if Wei Hong broke through to the sixth rank, he still wouldn't be a match for Wei Ding. After all, Wei Ding himself is at the seventh rank cultivation, and now his cultivation has reached the peak of the eighth rank." Wei Zhen slightly shook his head, looking at Wei Ding with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

  "That's not necessarily true, what if Wei Hong still has some tricks up his sleeve?" Wei Ting retorted upon hearing her brother's words.

  In this battle, even if Wei Hong loses, people will not underestimate him. After all, he was able to force Wei Ding to this point, and his breakthrough in the fight itself proved his status.

  Feeling the terrifying aura brought out by Wei Ding's two palms, Wei Hong also didn't dare to be careless. He took a deep breath, stomped his foot fiercely, and directly launched a double-fisted attack at Wei Ding.

  "Barbarian King Fist."

  Wei Hong let out a low shout and directly threw his fists at Wei Ding, but Wei Hong's full-force punch was easily dissolved by the Magic Origin Palm.

  The punch was about to disperse, but the momentum did not decrease, and it came straight at him. Wei Hong's face also changed slightly, and he once again used the Lingbo Step, preparing to move out instantly.

  However, Wei Ding was well-prepared at this time. As soon as Wei Hong was about to move, he also made two palm strikes in a row, apparently having calculated Wei Hong's moving distance long ago.

  Wei Hong took a deep breath in an instant and lightly shouted: "Fourth move, Ox Strength Explodes the Sky."

  All of a sudden, a loud and fierce bellow echoed through the sky, Wei Hong's first punch was like a wild bull going downhill, charging straight at Wei Ding.

  Wei Ding's mouth corner revealed a cold smile, such an attack, how could it stop himself, but Wei Hong was in the first punch after the shock, without stopping, the second punch again.

  Just as the first punch was about to reach Wei Ding's face, it suddenly stopped like an emergency brake. The phantom bull that had transformed into a fierce beast suddenly came to a halt, and then the second punch directly penetrated its body.

  "Condense, break."

  Wei Hong's emotionless shout was followed by the instantaneous condensation of his two fists into a visible martial energy sphere, which exploded in front of Wei Ding with a single word: "Break".

  "Damn it, this move is it! What the hell was this kid thinking? This move is too vicious!" Wei Tong shouted loudly in the crowd as he watched Wei Hong make this move, almost jumping up.

  "It's okay, brother, we already know his next move. Next time, the two of us will take him down together." Wei Eleven quickly consoled his angry brother.

  Just as Wei's eleventh move was completed, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted on the martial arts arena, its massive force like a hurricane, causing everyone to involuntarily close their eyes.

  It took several seconds for the dust to settle, and two figures emerged on the dueling field. Wei Ding's clothes were tattered, his hair was even more disheveled, and his face had slash wounds, motionless.

  Wei Hong was relatively better off, but people with discerning eyes could see that the two punches had caused his internal energy to be depleted to a great extent. His face turned pale as paper, and he seemed like he could collapse at any moment.

  "Hmph, you little brat, you've revealed all your moves. Now, I'll thoroughly crush you to death." The Wei Fa below the stage was stunned by Wei Hong's powerful blow, but immediately afterwards, he looked at Wei Hong with a cold smile and said.

  "I really didn't expect Wei Hong to be able to hold out against this madman for so long without falling behind."

  "Yes, from today on, I guess the Wei family will have another abnormal person."

  The young people under the stage, Wei Hong naturally also heard it, and his heart secretly sighed with sorrow. It seemed that he had just gained the upper hand in one move, but Wei Ding was not seriously injured at all, and he only suffered a slight skin injury.

  "Draw your sword."

  As Wei Hong had guessed, Wei Ding suddenly let out a loud shout, and the large knife on the side flew directly into his hand. He pointed at Wei Hong from afar and shouted: "Cutting Style, Linked Cutting."

  With a loud shout, Wei Ding shot towards Wei Hong like a long arrow.