C27 Shot King Daofeng
C27 Shot King Daofeng
"Eat my fist, Dragon Tiger Fist!" After suppressing the wound and temporarily restoring himself to his peak state, Wang Yu's figure was like lightning. He flew out and threw out a punch. The fist's wind was like a rainbow and it rubbed against the air.
"What kind of fist technique is this?! It's a top rank Mortal Realm art!" "It can't be an Earth Grade martial art, right!"
Wang Daofeng's body shook and dispersed Wang Yu's aura. His eyes revealed a hint of surprise. The power of Wang Yu's punch had really scared him.
However, he was still very confident.
"Injuries! Injuries!" No wonder you're so confident. However, even if you have some profound martial arts, it doesn't matter. The power of your Ninth Layer of Qi Sea Stage is not something that you can catch up to with just a profound fist technique. "
He made a palm with his right hand and made a grabbing motion in the air. A fireball appeared in his palm. He quickly reached out his palm, grabbed the fireball and pressed it towards Wang Yu.
Flame Palm was a high-grade human-step martial art, one of the top martial arts used in Wang Family.
Wang Daofeng was only at Ninth Layer of Qi Sea Stage, and once he reaches Tenth Layer of Small Circles Stage, he can directly push out the fireball through the air.
However, even so, the power of this palm was not light.
Under his palm, an extremely scorching force spread out as the heat wave from the Burning Heaven Clan attacked Wang Yu from all directions. Although the heat wave wasn't close to Wang Yu, it already caused him to feel a kind of scorching heat.
"Good palm technique!" Wang Yu understood that the heat generated by the palm technique was meant to make the enemy's mind unstable and thus prevent the enemy's power from condensing to its strongest state.
This was the same effect that his Dragon Tiger Fist had when used, Dragon and Tiger's Might had on the enemy.
If it was an ordinary person, even if it was a Eighth Layer of Bright Hole Realm practitioner, they would not be able to fully display their strength because of the heat from Wang Daofeng's palm strike, and would be at a disadvantage from the start.
However, Wang Yu was different. He was the former Quasi-emperor. He was resolute and fearless.
Facing Wang Daofeng's powerful palm, Wang Yu had no effect. The Dragon Tiger Fist carried the might of a dragon and tiger as it struck the opponent's palm.
Wang Yu's hands were slightly numb while Wang Daofeng's face was gloomy. A trace of panic and terror flashed in his eyes.
"What rank of power is this!?" How could he have such strength? "Impossible!" Wang Daofeng roared in his heart.
However, before he even finished roaring, a wave of power came from the palm he used to fight Wang Yu. It went through the veins of his arm and extended throughout his entire body.
Bang!
Wang Daofeng's body was sent flying a dozen steps back by Wang Yu's strong force.
After Wang Daofeng landed on the ground, he felt as if his internal organs were on fire as his blood and energy surged. A fishy and sweet taste flowed out from his mouth and a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
On the other hand, Wang Yu only took three steps back and his breathing became a little hurried.
Wang Yu took a deep breath and steadied his breathing. Looking at the injured Wang Daofeng, he said lightly: "This fist art is called Dragon Tiger Fist, Dragon From the Clouds, Tiger From the Wind, with two fists containing the power of dragons and tigers, it can evolve into a Dragon and Tiger God Statue. Your cultivation realm is higher than mine, but Genuine Qi is not as profound as mine, and your martial arts are also not as profound as mine.
Dragon Tiger Fist. It was a low level martial art that Wang Yu had mastered and belonged to the Earth Rank. When trained to the highest level, it could give birth to the power of dragons and tigers.
It was a pure killing technique that was the best at attacking enemies.
If Wang Yu didn't have any confidence, how could he dare to take such a risk? to participate in the Wang Family examination.
"Hmph." Listening to Wang Yu's words, Wang Daofeng gave a light snort. His face was relatively calm and he seemed relatively calm. However, if one looked closely, they would notice the fear in his eyes.
However, this did not mean that he was afraid. After all, his cultivation realm still gave him confidence.
"You have a trump card, but that doesn't mean I don't. Kid, go and die."
After roaring angrily, Wang Daofeng took a step forward and instantly arrived in front of Wang Yu with another Flaming Palm.
Unlike a palm, the power of this palm attack had increased by several times, and the temperature had risen by a dozen degrees.
It turned out that his first palm strike with Wang Yu only displayed the power of the 5th level of the Fire Palm. This time, he directly mentioned the 7th level.
The difference between each level was like the difference between heaven and earth.
"Good timing."
Wang Yu shouted and went to meet him.
One of them used a palm technique while the other used a fist technique. The two engaged in a fierce battle. Fists and palms intersected, and muffled sounds of battle continuously rang out.
The battle continued for seven to eight minutes.
Wang Yu was wearing a dragon and tiger, his fists were like the sky. Wang Daofeng attacked with the Imperial Flame, and the flames burned the sky. In the end, the dragon and tiger became more powerful and gradually suppressed the flames.
Wang Daofeng's flame cannon's luster gradually disappeared until it was dispersed by violence.
Seeing this, Wang Yu knew that the opportunity had come. He then laughed loudly, "Haha, Wang Daofeng, let's see if you can withstand my punch this time."
After laughing maniacally, under Wang Daofeng's panic-stricken gaze, Wang Yu's figure tore through the air and charged forward, throwing a punch towards Wang Daofeng.
Under the wind created by the punch, a surge of power that could destroy everything surged towards him like a torrential flood.
Wang Daofeng's face was gloomy. He was frightened to the extreme by Wang Yu's killing move. It was as if he could sense the aura of death approaching him. Forcefully suppressing his fear, a sinister look appeared in his eyes. Instead of dodging Wu Tie's fist, he focused on using his finger as a sword and thrust it towards Wang Yu's throat.
He was going all out and dying together with Wang Yu to avenge his son.
Unfortunately, Wang Yu's ability to react was too strong. Facing Wang Daofeng's deathblow, Wang Yu only slightly tilted his body, allowing Wang Daofeng's sword fingers to cut through air close to his neck.
At the same time, the killing move that he was preparing accurately hit Wang Daofeng's chest.
Wang Daofeng did not fly backwards because Wang Yu's punch did not waste any of his strength and hit Wang Daofeng's heart. He could not use flying backwards to reduce part of the force.
His heart had taken a fatal blow from Wang Yu.
The result was self-evident. Wang Daofeng's heart was beaten into a pulp. He stared at Wang Yu, and even if he was to die, he had to remember Wang Yu's appearance.
"I will be there. Below … "Wait..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Wang Daofeng fell onto the ground. He had lost all of his vitality and died with grievances.
When he saw Wang Daofeng choke, Wang Yu let out a long breath and almost staggered before falling to the ground.
After nearly fifteen minutes of consumption, he could no longer suppress the pain in his internal organs and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Let's meet up with Qin Yuan's group first." Wang Yu turned around and left the alleyway. He did not walk on the main road. After all, it was daytime right now, so he was discovered after walking on the main road.
In order not to be discovered, he had even specially messed up a lot of his hair, covering his face, and the holes in his clothes made him look like a beggar.
Not long after he left, a group of people appeared in the alley that he fought with Wang Daofeng.