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"How is this possible? Isn't he heavily injured? How can he be so powerful?"

"Damn it, what is going on? I'm not going, I'm not going! "Stop hitting me …"

"Senior apprentice brother Mo, I was wrong. Stop hitting me, please forgive me …"

"He must be a strong crossbow. He definitely won't be able to hold on for long. If we attack together, we will definitely be able to defeat him! "

Upon hearing his subordinate's reminder, Chen Tianming suddenly came to a realization. It must be because Mo Beichen wanted to scare him, that was why he endured the pain and showed the chicken to the monkeys, wanting to scare them off.

Wasn't this the same as him not even using martial skills?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Chen Tianming, who had been extremely afraid just now, immediately recovered his lost courage.

Now, everyone on Thunder Mountain treated Mo Beichen as their backbone. As long as they could deal with him, the remaining people were nothing to worry about. They could easily take them down.

Until now, no one realized that Mo Beichen's injuries had already completely healed. Otherwise, Chen Tianming would have already run away without leaving a trace. How would he dare to provoke him a few more times?

Although the battle qi realm was the lowest realm for a martial artist, there was still a huge difference between each stage.

Facing these disciples of the Moon Shadow Peak who had come to the Withered Leaf for a long time to cause trouble, Mo Beichen also hated them.

"This time I'll let you guys have a good memory. I'll let you guys know that I, Lehman Peak, am not someone that can be easily bullied!"

With an explosive shout, Mo Beicheng suddenly stomped on the ground and dashed out like a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

As for Chen Tianming, since his strength was the highest, he was in the front without any hesitation.

His five fingers were clenched tightly as the battle qi in his palms condensed. Within a few breaths' time, several streaks of purple lightning appeared on his fists.

Thunderclap Fist!

His punch was like lightning, with the force of a clap of thunder.

Although this Mortal Level Martial Skill, the Thunderclap Fist, was one of the most basic Mortal level martial skills in the Han Martial School, if one could cultivate it to its peak, its power would become extremely extraordinary and it could almost be comparable to some Star rank martial skills.

"It's the Common Grade high grade martial skill, Thunderclap Fist!" "Chen Tianming is truly amazing. From the looks of it, he has clearly practiced the Lightning Splitting Fist to the Initial Stage."

"Small success?" You underestimated him. Rumor has it that not long ago, he was close to mastering his Thunderclap Fist Art. Within the Moon Shadow Peak outer court disciples, strength cannot be underestimated. "

"If it was in normal times, Chen Tianming might not be a match for Mo Beichen. However, he was only heavily injured, so how could he possibly be able to defeat Chen Tianming? "

… ….

Besides the two groups of people on the field, there were also some people who had heard the news and wanted to join in the fun.

As they discussed, almost no one thought well of the injured Mo Beichen. They all had the mindset of watching a good show, and were waiting for the scene of him being beaten to the point of kneeling down and begging for mercy.

At this moment, Mo Beichen also opened his arms, his right arm was covered in battle qi, and in a blink of an eye, a few thumb-sized golden lightning bolts appeared, moving back and forth like little snakes.

Mo Beichen's martial skill was the same as the Thunderclap Fist!

"Oh god, I can't be seeing things, right? Mo Beichen actually used the Thunderclap Fist, and it even reached the perfect stage? "

"That's impossible! In the entire Han Wu Sect, there were at least 800 people who practiced the Thundershock Fist. Even through the entire history of the Hanwu School, there are not many people who have been able to cultivate it to the perfect realm. "

"I don't believe it. With just the trash, Thunderclap Peak, how could he perfectly refine the Thunderclap Fist?"

Seeing the golden arc of light on Mo Beichen's fist getting thicker and thicker, and the crackling sound of it exploding, the surrounding people kept on shouting out in surprise, and their eyes were all filled with shock as they looked at Mo Beichen.

The cultivation realm of a battle technique was usually divided into five levels, initial stage, initial stage, mastery stage, and perfection stage.

And the perfect Thunderclap Fist produced an extremely gorgeous golden electric light.

Although the Thunderclap Fist was of a lower grade, it had immense power. Therefore, there were quite a few people who practiced it in the Han Wu Sect.

If someone could master it, it would definitely cause a huge commotion and might even attract the attention of the elders within the sect.

"Damn it!" Why is his Thundershock Fist at the perfect realm? "

Seeing the golden snake waving its fists in close proximity, Chen Tianming's pupils constricted. A huge sense of danger appeared out of nowhere, causing cold sweat to flow down his back in an instant.

There had always been a rumor in the Han Wu Sect that the extreme Thunderclap Fist could be classified as a Star rank Martial Technique. In the face of a Star rank Martial Skill, even the strongest Mortal Level Martial Skill would be useless.

The original Mo Beichen was only a slightly talented ordinary person. He had practiced the Thunderclap Fist for more than three years, but he had only just mastered it. He still had a long way to go before he reached the Small Success Realm.

Now, with just a slight optimization by the system, the Thunderclap Fist had already soared from the entry level to the perfect level!

No one would believe this unheard-of speed of improvement. It was a speed that could scare people to death …

Amidst his shock, Chen Tianming had no time to dodge. He could only stare helplessly at the dazzling golden light, which was like a shining golden sun. Amidst a series of thunderous explosions, it furiously smashed towards him.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound rang out. Chen Tianming's figure flew backwards, like a rag bag, rolling around on the ground a few times until he finally stopped, leaving behind a mark that was more than ten meters long.

On the other hand, Mo Beichen stood where he was like a mountain. His eyes were calm.

"Hiss …"

Everyone around him sucked in a breath of cold air. They were all stunned by the scene in front of them!

A pin drop silence could be heard as everyone fell into a deathly silence.