Super System Plundering the Heaven

Boom!    

Zhao Yang pushed with one hand, and the powerful palm force shattered the air.    

A sharp wind pressure swept towards Xing Meng.    

Facing this palm strike that was like the falling of the sky, Xing Meng couldn't help but feel a sense of despair rising up in his heart.    

Was this the strength of a grade seven Martial Artist?    

I can't even block a casual palm of his!    

Xing Meng looked at Zhao Yang's palm that was like Mount Tai pressing down on him. His body was actually frozen on the spot nervously.    

"Xing Meng, remember! What restricts your combat strength is not the grade of the Martial Artist, but your belief!"    

In a trance, the words Ye Yu had said to Xing Meng rang out in Xing Meng's mind once again.    

"Faith?"    

Xing Meng muttered in a low voice. His stiff body trembled slightly. His eyes were slightly lowered and his mind was restrained. He no longer paid attention to Zhao Yang's palm strike.    

"This is Lee Wuzhen's junior disciple? Known as the octagonal tiger?"    

A look of disdain flashed across Zhao Yang's eyes, and he said with a disdainful tone, "You actually dare to be distracted in a big battle? I'm afraid you're scared silly! The octagonal tiger is only so-so! "    

Bang!    

Amidst the deafening explosion, Zhao Yang's palm was about to land on Xing Meng's chest.    

"Faith..."    

Xing Meng slowly opened his eyes and muttered, "I think I understand what Martial Uncle is saying!"    

Roar!    

The roar of a tiger shook the sky!    

An illusionary shadow of a ferocious tiger appeared behind Xing Meng, and it let out a heaven-shaking roar.    

"Eight Extremes Burst!"    

Veins popped out on Xing Meng's forehead, and his Qi and blood surged like tidal waves. The phantom image of a ferocious tiger behind him carried Xing Meng's body and smashed towards Zhao Yang's palm.    

Boom!    

A shocking explosion rang out.    

A black shadow flew out.    

Thump, thump, thump...    

Xing Meng's feet landed on the ground. After taking a few steps back, he finally stopped moving.    

"He blocked it!"    

Xing Meng's eyes shone with a shocking light. He looked at Zhao Yang's body that had stopped, and a bright smile appeared on his face.    

"Conviction of martial arts?"    

Zhao Yang looked at the shadow of the tiger behind Xing Meng disappearing. A trace of admiration flashed across his eyes. "It seems Lee Wuzhen taught me well!"    

"No!"    

Xing Meng shook his head and said solemnly, "This was taught to me by Ye Yu. What determines a person's combat strength is not their level, but their faith!"    

Pah!    

Ye Yu patted Xing Meng's shoulder, who was afraid of Xing Meng, and his eyes showed satisfaction. "Well done! Leave the rest to me!"    

"Zhao Yang, you've advanced to the seventh grade of Martial Artist. You didn't celebrate at home and came to find me. I'm flattered!"    

Ye Yu raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang. The corner of his mouth revealed a trace of ridicule.    

Zhao Yang's eyes flashed coldly. "You were the one who injured him? "    

"That's right!" Ye Yu asked with interest, "You want to take revenge for him?"    

Zhao Yang coldly snorted, "Being able to defeat a Class-six Core Embracing Stage Martial Artist at such a young age, you are not bad!"    

Ye Yu shrugged his shoulders and said casually, "I don't deserve your praise. I can only say that he is too strong and weak!"    

"Kid! "Zhao Yang's face was gloomy. He shouted loudly, "Don't think that you can look down on others just because you can injure a powerful person!"    

"Unparalleled under the heavens can't do it." Ye Yu said in a calm tone," But it's not a problem to defeat you! "    

"Arrogant! I will let you know how big the gap between the sixth and seventh rank is!"    

Boom!    

As soon as Zhao Yang finished speaking, he threw another palm at Ye Yu.    

Ye Yu's facial expression remained unchanged. He raised his palm and blocked Zhao Yang's attack.    

"Zhao Yang, if that's all you've done, you will really disappoint me!"    

Ye Yu looked at Zhao Yang with disappointment in his eyes, "You still took the dragon blood to advance to the Seventh Grade Martial Artist in vain. You can't even make me move an inch. Are you really a Seventh Grade Martial Artist?"