Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

The sound of wind rose as an afterimage appeared!    

Helian Wenwen rushed out like a flying stone.    

With his hand clenched into a fist, he released a resplendent golden light that whistled like the ocean as it attacked Chu Mo.    

Chu Mo's expression did not change, he did not move, and only twisted his waist, and suddenly threw out a punch.    

The same fist!    

But it was different, this fist did not have the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Energy, it was just pure meat fist.    

Woo!    

Wherever the fist strength went, the air would be crushed and the sound of screaming could be heard.    

His two fists moved forward, colliding with each other at the critical moment.    

'Bang! 'a loud sound was heard as if thunder had exploded.    

The two fists suddenly met, blasting the air in the room. It was extremely domineering.    

Immediately, a huge force surged out from between the two fists, slamming into each other and forcing the two of them back.    

Thump! Thump! Thump!    

No more, no less! Each of them took three steps back!    

With a single punch, the two seemed to be of equal strength.    

However, Helian Wenwen was very clear that he had already lost, because the right fist in his sleeve was still trembling slightly.    

Raising his head, he saw that the guy opposite him was standing there leisurely, as if nothing had happened. No matter how he looked at it, he was still standing there leisurely.    

"What a strong physical strength!"    

Although Helian Wenwen looked down on Chu Mo before, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart at this moment.    

After this attack, he had a rough understanding of the strength of his opponent. He thought that even though his opponent only had Yi Gan s and Mid Realm, he was still able to stand firmly in this space because of a certain reason.    

"I've underestimated you!"    

Narrowing his eyes and staring at Chu Mo, Helian Wenwen gently swung his right fist inside his sleeves.    

This small action of his obviously could not be hidden from Chu Mo's sharp eyes. He smiled and said: "There are quite a few people who have underestimated me, but they have all paid a heavy price. This kind of causal relationship is not a good thing for you!"    

Hearing this, Helian Wenwen laughed coldly, and said: "You are only slightly stronger than what I imagined, and that's not enough to change the outcome. Today, I'll let you have a taste of the power of our three Northern Wasteland heroes!"    

"The three heroes of the Northern Wasteland?"    

Hearing this name, Chu Mo was stunned for a moment. Then, he suddenly laughed and ridiculed: "I have never heard Baili mention this name before.    

Helian Wenwen's smile was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed as he shouted, "From today onwards, the name of my Northern Wasteland's three prodigies will resound throughout the entire Star Academy, spreading throughout the entire Central Plains!"    

As his voice fell, the aura from Helian Wenwen's body exploded forth, and endless golden light gushed out from every part of his body, like a blazing sun, competing with the autumn sun in the sky.    

It could be seen that Helian Wenwen was already prepared to become serious.    

Chu Mo smiled, and with a flick of both arms, a powerful force surged out, causing his sleeves to flutter and making cracking noises like beads falling on a jade plate.    

The sound lasted for a while, a total of ten times!    

Ten echoes of Tyrant Fist, ready.    

Immediately, a wave of tyrannical energy fluctuations spread out, giving off a faint pressure.    

Seeing that, Helian Wenwen did not hesitate and waved his palm.    

The palm image surged like a butterfly dancing in the air, bringing with it ripples of force that stirred up the surroundings.    

The strong wind from the palm attack whistled as the golden light turned into a tidal wave of palm intent. It swept down from above like a cage of soaring eagles, enveloping the entire space within.    

"Come, let's try out my Subduing Eagle Palm!"    

As his voice fell, Helian Wenwen swung out his palm, and the palm image in the air came crashing down with it. Just like the gigantic palm of the Deity, it smashed towards Chu Mo.    

The corner of Chu Mo's eyes shrunk, the Tyrant Fist in his hand soared, and he smashed into the golden palm without hesitation.    

"Rumble!"    

As the palm and fist collided, a powerful force and golden light collided, causing a deafening explosion.    

An indescribably tyrannical wave of power exploded out from the point of contact, sweeping out in all directions with a force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. It caused the sand and rocks to flutter, and like a hurricane, it struck the nearby waterfall and pool.    

The rain-like water droplets fell down, and under the surging of the Spiritual Energy, it turned into water mist. It enveloped the entire battlefield, making it difficult to see what was happening clearly.    

"Boom!" "Boom!"    

Within the mist, two figures could be vaguely seen flashing back and forth. The palm and fist shadows interweaved and two different forces continuously collided with each other, causing muffled sounds to ring out.    

"Pfft!"