Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Chapter 38 - Pact for one move (2)

Therefore, everyone turned to look at Chu Mo at the same time, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly!

Silence!

A deathly silence!

In an instant, the entire courtyard was silent, even a pin drop could be heard!

"Hu!"

After a while, Chu Mo finally let out a long breath, and then turned his head to take a look inside the room. Through the window, he saw Qian Qian's figure.

After some thought, Chu Mo suddenly raised his head, a glint appeared in his eyes, and he decisively said: "Alright, I will receive Young Master Tang's move!"

After he finished speaking, Chu Mo drew back his right leg into a bow, and his entire body tensed up.

"Young Master Tang, please!"

Chu Mo's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, his words resonated!

"Alright!"

Tang Zhilin bellowed, his right fist waved straight towards Chu Mo.

This punch was very ordinary!

This punch was thrown out in a straight line. It looked extremely ordinary, and there was no trace of threat in it at all.

However, the moment Chu Mo saw this fist, he felt as if he was facing a great enemy!

Because this punch was too fast!

As fast as lightning, it arrived in a blink of an eye!

Because it was fast, it was heavy!

"Sizzle sizzle."

Wherever the wind from the fist passed by, the air would shatter, emitting an ear-piercing howl that caused one's scalp to go numb.

In everyone's eyes, Tang Zhilin's fist had already streaked across the sky like a meteor, and reached its extreme speed. In just the blink of an eye, it had appeared in front of Chu Mo.

"Bang!"

But at this moment, a fiery red flame suddenly appeared and shrouded his fist.

That's the fire spiritual force!

The berserk fire spiritual force swung up into the air, dragging a long tail of fire with it. Like a rapidly falling star, it whizzed over and smashed towards Chu Mo's chest.

"Hiss!"

Looking at the terrifying fire fist, everyone couldn't help but gasp and cry out.

"This punch is so powerful, so fast!"

"Yeah, although the Young Master Tang did not use the Martial Skills, just the Spiritual Energy's attack itself is extremely terrifying. The post-condensing stage is indeed peerless!"

"This punch, is probably from someone at the true condensate realm, even then it would be hard to withstand, Chu Mo is in trouble now!"

"That's right, no matter how strong Chu Mo's physical body is, he won't be able to withstand such a fire fist!"

At this time, it was not only the spectators who were shocked, even Tang Xiaodao who was at the side frowned. With light footsteps, he moved towards Chu Mo's direction, ready to take action and save him at any time.

Regarding the discussions outside, and Tang Xiaodao's actions, Chu Mo did not have the time to care.

Facing Tang Zhilin's powerful flame fists, Chu Mo had to focus all of his attention, and go all out!

He had to withstand this punch!

He had to obtain the Extreme Frost Soul!

Thinking to this point, Chu Mo fiercely gritted his teeth as both his arms suddenly trembled.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Another nine chimes rang out!

Nine echoes of Tyrant Fist!

"You want to use this fist technique to block it?" How naive! "

Thinking to this point, the corner of Tang Zhilin's mouth couldn't help but curl up into a cold smile.

"Is it still not enough?" Then come again! "

At this time, Chu Mo explosively roared. Both his arms suddenly shook, as if he was going to throw both his arms out.

"Chi!"

At this moment, a sound rang out!

This sound was not brittle!

However, to the crowd, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The tenth echo had finally appeared!

Of course, this sound was weaker than the previous nine echoes, so he was unable to unleash the true power of ten echoes of Tyrant Fist!

However, that was enough!

The appearance of this sound multiplied the growth of the Tyrant Fist's power.

Immediately, a tyrannical and peerless energy whizzed out, gathering towards the center of Chu Mo's palm from his arm, as if it was a wave.

Chu Mo clenched his fist, and gathered all ten echoes of power into the center of his fist. Following the constant compression, a powerful force pierced through his fist, waiting to be unleashed.

"Bring it on!"

Chu Mo proudly stood, with absolute confidence at the peak, as he wildly shouted and punched out.

The Tyrant Fist roared and surged, a powerful force wreaked havoc outside, smashing onto Tang Zhilin's fire fist with unstoppable force.

"Rumble!"

The two fists collided, and a place of strength surged out, emitting an explosive sound that was like thunder from the ninth heaven!

In that instant, a peerless and terrifying power rose up from the battlefield. It was like a raging sea that raged in all directions, raising a sandstorm and sweeping away everything in its path!

Within the smoke and dust, Chu Mo felt as if his fist was being burnt by an angry flame.

At the same time, a strong impact surged forth from within the flames, and directly struck Chu Mo, sending him flying out in a beautiful arc, before crashing into the ground ten meters away.

Fortunately, Chu Mo's reaction was fast, in that moment of life and death, he actually somersaulted twice in the air, and steadily landed on the ground.

Of course, the opposing Tang Zhilin was also not in a good mood. He was also forced to retreat due to Chu Mo's Tyrant Fist, and only stopped after taking three to four steps back.

"This …"

Looking at the scene in the courtyard, the surrounding crowd suddenly felt as if someone had grabbed their necks. All sounds came to an abrupt stop and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Chu Mo, actually... Did he really block this move!?