Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Chapter 100 - Songsong the Victor (2)

With that, Tang Zhixing's arm shook, and the arm sword suddenly flew out horizontally, like a sharp sword piercing through the sky, ruthlessly smashing onto Chu Mo's fist.

"Rumble!"

The decimated army advanced forward with unstoppable arm sword. Finally, they collided in one spot, causing a deafening explosion.

Wave after wave of tyrannical and peerless energy fluctuations exploded out, spreading outwards with an earth-shattering force. It created a sharp impact that directly blew the two of them away.

Chu Mo glided backwards, both his feet dragged out marks that were more than three meters long on the ground, and finally stopped at the edge of the Ring.

On the other hand, Tang Zhixing had only taken three or four steps back!

When the two competed, the winner would be revealed!

Tang Zhixing had the upper hand!

"Can we really not win?"

Seeing the situation on Ring, the surrounding audience all broke out in a cold sweat for Chu Mo, and could not help but start discussing softly.

"It looks like Chu Mo really can't win this time!"

"Yeah, it seems like Chu Mo has never had the upper hand this round, he has always been suppressed by the Three Young Master s!"

"Who would have thought that Tang Zhixing could actually use his arm as a sword. He is truly tyrannical!"

"However, Chu Mo shouldn't lose that easily, he still has a high level Martial Skills to use!"

"So what? As one of the Tang Family's three Young Master s, does it mean that Tang Zhixing doesn't have a high level Martial Skills? "

Regarding the discussions of the crowd, Chu Mo did not take them seriously, at the moment, all of his focus was on Tang Zhixing.

Facing the opponent's tyrannical arm sword, Chu Mo used both the "Mountain Splitting Palm" and the "Broken Army Fist" consecutively, yet none of them established anything. On the contrary, Tang Zhixing had the upper hand.

It had to be said that Tang Zhixing, this martial arts fanatic, was truly extraordinary!

Tang Zhixing looked at Chu Mo seriously and said, "Brother Chu, you probably do not have this much power!"

It was not a mockery, nor was it a provocation!

Tang Zhixing was only seriously asking that!

Chu Mo slowly stood up and seriously replied: "I still have the strength to fight!"

"Alright!"

Hearing that, Tang Zhixing's eyes flashed, and said: "Since that is the case, Brother Chu, why don't you use your strongest technique, we can determine the victor in one move, what about that?"

Chu Mo smiled slightly, and said: "That's exactly what I meant!"

As his voice fell, the aura from Chu Mo's body exploded forth, and all the fire spiritual force in his body roared out without restraint, as a red light surrounded his body, revealing his berserk aura.

Then, Chu Mo shook both his arms, causing his power to burst out, causing his sleeves to flap, and released many crisp sounds, like a bead that had fallen onto a jade plate.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Ten loud sounds echoed!

Ten waves of Tyrant Fist, finally out!

Chu Mo clenched both of his hands, and gathered all of the power of Tyrant Fist into his fist. At the same time, he also gathered the surging power of fire spiritual force, and fused it with the Tyrant Fist, pressing down on the tiny space in the center of the fist, about to break out of the fist.

"Bring it on!"

Sensing the strong power in the heart of the fist, Chu Mo shouted loudly with a domineering aura.

"Is he finally going to use this fist technique?"

Previously, during the battle between Chu Mo and Tang Zhili, Tang Zhixing had seen Chu Mo unleashing ten strikes of Tyrant Fist, so he knew very well how powerful the fist technique was.

At this time, the punch again. Tang Zhixing's face turned serious, his arm shook, and slashed down like a sword.

"Swish!" "Swish!" …

arm sword was like the wind as it violently slashed out without end, instantly slashing out with forty-nine strikes!

Suddenly, the area was filled with layers upon layers of sword images, like a cage that emitted endless golden rays of light. The sword images were fierce and berserk, terrifying the soul of anyone who looked at them!

"Kill!"

With a loud roar, Tang Zhixing waved his arm and released the sword intent.

Suddenly, the sword images that were in the air whizzed down, as if they were a curtain that covered the sky, covering Chu Mo's head.

The sword images were extremely huge, almost enveloping an area of 20 metres around Chu Mo, giving him limited space to dodge, so he was forced to fight head on!

However, how could such a violent tide of sword intent be enough to meet it head on!?

"meteor step!"

Just then, Chu Mo suddenly moved!

In just an instant, Chu Mo's speed had reached its peak, and like a shooting star, he flashed across the Ring, bringing about numerous afterimages that made it difficult to differentiate the truth from the false.

In front of everyone's gaping mouths, Chu Mo actually relied on his profound movement skill to jump back and forth within the sword projection cage, perfectly avoiding the sword intent in the cage, causing Tang Zhixing's Martial Skills to not have the desired effect.

On the other hand, Chu Mo smashed his fists down angrily, the power of the Tyrant Fist erupted like a torrent and ruthlessly struck the sword images.

"Rumble!"

Following the thunderous sounds of the nine heavens, Chu Mo's fist strength and the sword intent clashed!

As the sword intent shattered, terrifying peerless energy ripples burst out from the plaza. They swept out in all directions like a violent ocean of anger, creating plumes of smoke and dust.

Immediately, a fierce hurricane swept up from the Ring, causing the people around the Ring to stagger and uncontrollably retreat.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

And in the middle of the fighting, Tang Zhixing whose sword intent had been shattered, and Chu Mo who was after the Tyrant Fist started to fight again. The image of the Sword Qi's fist intertwined horizontally, the golden and red Spiritual Energy was brilliant and mighty, during the fierce battle, there would occasionally be blood splashes everywhere, it was extremely hair-raising.

"Puff …"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, a figure flew out from the smoke and dust, heavily smashing onto Ring.

Everyone turned to look and was shocked to realize that the man was Tang Zhixing!

The current Tang Zhixing was in a miserable state, his entire body was bathed in blood, his aura faint, and his arm that was like a sword previously bent like a tree branch, was actually broken!

And not too far away, Chu Mo was standing there proudly. Even though his aura was weak, it was as straight as a pine tree!

It was difficult for the loser to stand, but it was easy for the winner!