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"We haven't even fought yet, and we're already on par with each other. Perhaps, Big Brother Yang Li has a chance of winning. "

Seeing that the two of them were evenly matched, a disciple asked in a low voice.

At this time, the two people on the stage had truly begun their battle.

Yang Li's expression revealed unparalleled confidence, his feet seemed to be stepping on spring springs, he suddenly jumped up, and sent a leg flying over. The air within a few meters seemed to have exploded from the force of his kick, producing a dull thud.

At his current level, even if he didn't use any weapons, just his normal punches and kicks would already possess explosive power. It was enough to break through steel plates and shatter boulders.

"Humph!"

Disregarding the sharp attack, Mo Beichen only raised his arm and punched out.

At his current level of enemy, anyone who wanted to use their physical body to clash with Mo Beichen would fail when facing the large success of the steel body.

However, after hearing the report from his subordinates, he knew that even Wu Qianfeng, who had activated his Devil Ape body, was not Mo Beichen's match.

His figure that was still in the air changed, and like a nimble swallow, his legs suddenly turned into a pair of scissors that released a golden light, cutting towards Mo Beichen's neck.

Before the leg even reached him, it brought about an invisible gust of astral wind, causing Mo Beichen to be unable to open his eyes.

"Come at me!"

Mo Beichen's expression was normal as he stretched out his hands and flicked his fingers. Two bright rays of golden light shot out from his fingers, straight into Yang Li's eyes.

Yang Li growled, and actually changed his move again.

His body was like a venomous snake, becoming incomparably flexible and nimble. The tip of his feet lightly tapped a few steps in the air, as if he was stepping on an invisible step.

Both of his hands held in front of his chest, instantly forming a handprint, as he punched towards Mo Beichen's back.

Yang Li's movements were as smooth as flowing water, and it seemed as if at this moment, Mo Beichen was in danger.

He knew that Mo Beichen was a formidable opponent. Yang Li did not hold back at all.

Mo Beichen's eyes flashed with lightning, and fine golden threads emerged even from her black hair. At this moment, there was no wind as it began to float strangely.

Golden light jumped about in his palm as a surging electric current jumped about uneasily. Under Mo Beichen's control, it constantly changed its shape.

Clenching his five fingers tightly, Mo Beichen formed a fist and punched at the figure behind him.

"Sssii!"

The fist streaked through the air like a bolt of lightning, its speed unbelievably fast. Even the air was pierced through by the attack, causing flames to burst out.

Although Yang Li's attack arrived first, Mo Beichen was not much slower than him.

"Bam!"

The two fists that were filled with the power of violent thunder and lightning accidentally collided in the air, causing an ear-piercing sound of thunder to ring out.

The moment the two clashed, a terrifying huge force surged out of Mo Beichen's arm, causing him to be submerged in the surging wave in an instant.

Yang Li's pupils suddenly contracted, he realised that Mo Beichen's skin was covered in gold light, and his fists were extremely hard. It was as if he had hit the toughest steel in the world, not just the flesh and blood of a fist.

Was he even human? Was his hand made of stone? However, even if it was the hardest rock, it should have been smashed into pieces by me.

Yang Li's heart was filled with shock, as he was simply unable to accept this fact.

He thought that he was already vigilant enough, and had placed Mo Beichen in a very high position, where there was basically no case of him underestimating his opponent.

However, reality had given him a big blow, causing Yang Li's mind to become blank.

He finally understood why Wu Qianfeng couldn't even block one of Mo Beichen's attacks.

In the face of such a violent and overbearing fist, only people who had specially trained in body tempering techniques and had a high level of strength would have the chance to face Mo Beichen in a head-on fight. If anyone else were to be touched by his fist, they would definitely end up with broken bones.

In that split-second, a lot of information appeared in Yang Li's mind.

He already knew that Mo Beichen was already this strong, so how could he possibly burn his Wilted Leaf Garden?

His eyes were filled with incomparable regret. Under the shocked and regretful gazes of the crowd, Yang Li's right arm was instantly broken, and twisted into an abnormal shape. The ghastly white bones were exposed in the air, causing the onlookers to be alarmed, as their backs turned cold.

Yang Li flew backwards and heavily smashed into the ground. However, he didn't make a sound. Gritting his teeth, he continued to persevere, a lonely expression on his face.

"I lost, and I lost very miserably.

I know that you did not do your best, and that at the last moment you still have some leeway. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't have just lost an arm.

Regardless... "Thank you!"

Seeing that Mo Beichen's hands were not even scratched in the slightest, the self-confidence that Yang Li had always been so proud of, was instantly broken and smashed into pieces. At this point, he was completely convinced that he no longer had any thoughts of resisting.

Relying on his talent and the importance that the sect placed on him, he was usually very insolent and did not know how to restrain himself.

Whether it was on the surface or in the dark, he had offended many people.

However, due to his strength and identity, many people had to swallow their anger, or were too lazy to bother with him. This caused Yang Li to become more and more arrogant, and his way of doing things became more and more domineering.

Aside from those few geniuses, there was no one else in his eyes.

He had always hated Lei Mingfeng for taking the last seat of honor, and had even splattered the anger in his heart onto the bodies of the ordinary disciples, often sending people to find trouble with them, in order to quell the anger in his heart.

At this time, Mo Beichen, the eldest senior brother, resolutely stepped in to stop him in order to protect his junior brothers and sisters. The way he came and went, made Yang Li hate Mo Beichen to the bone.

But Yang Li had never thought that the person who he had beaten half to death and whom he had looked down the most on would actually become so strong in the blink of an eye, causing him to feel deeply powerless. It could be said that the strength of the two had a dramatic change.

Everything had been turned upside down in an instant, causing Yang Li to suddenly feel bored.

In the past, he had crazily pursued strength. For this reason, he had used many despicable methods to harm many people. In the end, even Mo Beichen was not a match for him and was unable to withstand a single blow. All his efforts had been for naught.

All the struggles had become worthless. It was as if there was no meaning to life at all.

He felt that he was so useless, so laughable, so conceited. He had been so childish, so resentful. Yang Li suddenly hated himself. He hated himself for coming to Lunar Shadow Peak, he wanted to apologize to all those who were hurt by him …

How he missed the him who came to Cold Martial Sect to train under his parents' company with a heart full of reverence and adoration.

However, on the path of pursuing strength, he gradually went down the wrong path and unknowingly lost himself.

This thanks seemed to have used up all the strength in his body, causing Yang Li to collapse onto the ground.