Legend of Yan Wu

As soon as Han Mo's words came out, there was another uproar in the audience.

"I didn't expect that Han Mo had really cultivated to the level of a seven-yuan warrior." Han Wu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, chuckled, and suddenly jumped onto the ring, cupped his hands at Han Zhen and said, "Patriarch, according to the rules, there are also qualified members." I will send an invitation to Han Mo now for the qualifications for the competition."

"Good job, fifth brother, come on."

"Fight, fight, fight!"

As soon as Han Wu's words came out, there was an uproar in the audience. Han Zhen frowned and turned his attention to the fifth elder.

"You don't need to look at me, it's good for the clansmen to exchange ideas. Han Wu won't destroy Han Mo, so you can rest assured." The fifth elder said with some pride.

Everyone curled their lips when they heard the words, and seemed a little disgusted by the proud words of the fifth elder.

"Han Mo, you should just say something. If you reject me, I have nothing to say, and I will leave immediately." Han Wu said with a sneer, his eyes full of disdain.

"Han Wu, you still have to be shameless. You are already an eight-yuan warrior. You really have the face to speak out about such a challenge." Han Ling pointed at Han Wu angrily and shouted.

"Hmph." Han Wu snorted coldly and continued, "I'm challenging Han Mo. It's up to him to answer or not. If he's really scared, he can refuse."

"Hmph, is it the method of provoking generals? No need, I promise." Han Mo said with a sudden smile, his eyes suddenly became sharper, and the grievances that had been held for many years seemed to burst out at this moment.

Han Mo's answer surprised everyone present. If Han Sanbao was defeated, it could only be said that the strength of Han Mo's seven-yuan warrior was real, but Han Wu was an eight-yuan warrior, let alone Han Mo. The gap between him and Han Wu, in such a short period of time, Han Mo may not even be able to stabilize his seven-yuan strength, let alone challenge eight-yuan warriors.

Han Wu was also taken aback, then nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, you have some guts, then I'll offend you." After saying that, Han Wu rushed towards Han Mo, almost eager to teach Han a lesson. Inked, it was an uppercut head-on.

Han Mo looked at Han Wu who was rushing towards him, and his face became serious. Han Wu's strength had reached eight yuan. He also greeted him with a punch, and he chose to fight head-on when he first met Han Wu.

The fists of the two men clashed directly in countless pairs of eyes, their shoulders trembled, and their footsteps couldn't help retreating backwards. Han Mo retreated nearly ten steps in succession before twisting his waist and releasing the remaining strength from his body. Han Wu didn't feel much better, and retreated nearly ten steps in the same embarrassment, but it was much easier to stabilize his body than Han Mo.

"Wow!" Suddenly there was an uproar in the audience. It was unexpected that Han Mo would actually receive Han Wu's powerful punch. The gap between seven-yuan warriors and eight-yuan warriors is not so easy to bridge.

Han Zhen and the others on the high platform were even more surprised when they saw this. They were not as short-sighted as those younger generations. Although they just just punched each other, in terms of strength, Han Mo did not lose to Han Wu at all.

"Han Mo really has some skills, no wonder he took up the challenge so readily." The third elder stroked his beard and said thoughtfully.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful a seven-yuan warrior is, he will always be a seven-yuan warrior. Before I have developed combat skills, I have never heard of leapfrog fighting." The fifth elder said disdainfully when he heard the words. Han Wu is also full of confidence.

Everyone curled their lips when they heard the words, and cast their eyes on the ring.

"Not bad, you can actually block my punch. Your strength is good, but." Han Wu said with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, "But you are still only a seven-yuan warrior." After speaking, he shouted loudly , the fighting spirit of the eight-yuan warrior gushed out, his speed suddenly increased several levels, and he punched Han Mo again.

This time, Han Wu's speed and strength are much faster than before. Presumably this is the real strength of the eight-yuan warrior. Han Mo's eyes were fixed, and he gave up the attack. It's like walking in the arena, it looks very weird.

"What is this? Could it be a physical combat technique?" Seeing this, the second elder couldn't help asking.

"It's not like, there are no fluctuations in vindictiveness. It must have been thought up by Han Mo himself." Han Zhen shook his head and replied. Everyone remembered the battle scene between Han Mo and Han Kai not long ago. Combat skills make people a little hard to guard against.

Han Wu didn't pay attention to Han Mo, instead of slowing down, he rushed towards Han Mo while shouting, and swung his fist towards Han Mo's head with a whistling sound.

Han Mo looked calmly at the rapidly enlarged fist in his pupils, a wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, his footsteps twisted suddenly, and he dodged Han Wu's punch at a very fast speed. The punch almost brushed against Han Mo's head, and the powerful force brought up a gust of wind, blowing Han Mo's shoulder-length hair up.

Seeing that the punch was empty, Han Wu's eyes flashed a trace of surprise, but he quickly realized that with the help of the force of the swing, he turned around in a circle and threw his fist back again.

Han Mo's pupils shrank, and he quickly struck out his right fist. Before Han Wu's fist reached his body, the right fist hit the joints of Han Wu's arm with precision, and a sound of bone fracture resounded in this slightly quiet area. space.

"Ah~" Han Wu cried out in pain, and kicked Han Mo back. Because the distance was too close, Han Mo felt that there was no way to dodge for a while, and without the slightest hesitation, his right leg suddenly lifted up, using his knee It met Han Wu's powerful kick.

"Bang." With a muffled sound, the two retreated quickly again, but this time, Han Mo retreated, while Han Wu slid out by rubbing the ground backwards.

"Oh my god, Han Wu was beaten to the ground?"

"How is this possible? I haven't seen it clearly. What's going on?"

The situation on the ring made everyone in the audience full of surprise. Han Mo stood on the ring with his trembling right leg, while Han Wu curled up on the ground with his arms folded, and a weak moan came out of his throat. Howling.

Han Zhen and the others also looked at the two people on the ring in surprise. Han Mo's grandfather couldn't help but applauded, and the second elder also nodded with a smile. He looked at Han Mo gloomyly.

Han Mo shook his numb right leg, glanced at the painful Han Wu, clenched his fists, and suddenly rushed forward, hitting Han Wu with both fists.

"Bold, Han Mo, stop it." Seeing this, the Fifth Elder couldn't help shouting angrily, and then rushed to the ring.

"I said Fifth Elder, what are you doing? Han Wu himself didn't admit defeat. My Han Mo will not kill Han Wu." Han Mo's grandfather leaned to the left on the wooden chair with a smile, his tone full of sarcasm .

The fifth elder was startled when he heard the words, snorted coldly, and looked angrily at Han Mo on the ring.

Han Wu was also taken aback. Seeing Han Mo rushing towards him, he got up with some difficulty, shouted, and punched his arm, and there was a gurgling sound immediately, but before Han Wu could utter a cry of pain, Han Mo's fist hit his chest again, his feet broke free from the restraints of the ground, and he fell heavily on the edge of the ring, almost knocking him off the ring.

Han Mo didn't stop, and rushed towards Han Wu again. Han Mo didn't have the slightest affection for Han Wu, but he still hated him. Han Wu asked people to provoke him secretly many times, and he often made trouble for himself. Today, Han Mo He had to let Han Wu know that he, Han Mo, was not something that Han Wu could just provoke whenever he wanted.