Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Complete victory, overwhelming!

Silence!

A deathly silence!

Everyone stared blankly at the two of them, unable to speak for a long time!

Complete victory?

It turned out to be a perfect victory!?

In terms of realm, Chu Mo and Lin Zhengqi were similar, they were both intentionality s, however, Chu Mo didn't even use his Spiritual Energy, and directly sent Lin Zhengqi, who was rushing at him, flying back, how tyrannical!

Some sharp-eyed people noticed that Lin Zhengqi's right fist had actually twisted. It was like a chicken claw, difficult to close but unable to open.

Everyone recalled the "chi chi" sound before, and realized in shock that in that instant, Chu Mo had actually used his physical strength to pinch Lin Zhengqi's fingerbone until it was deformed.

"This... What kind of physical strength is that!? "

Looking at Chu Mo who was slightly skinny, and even looked extremely weak, everyone was extremely shocked and started to discuss softly.

"This Chu Mo is very powerful. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to do this."

"That's right, this Kid didn't even use Spiritual Energy, and he already sent someone of the same realm flying, you really can't be underestimated!"

"Indeed, it seems like this Chu Mo has some strength, otherwise, he would not have the courage to offend these second generation ancestors!"

"You're right, although those fellows on the other side are still young, they are all young devils and devils, especially the Mo family's Mo Mingxing, who relied on that genius Eldest Brother to be tyrannical in Chu."

Other than the crowd, Tang Lanying was even more shocked!

She never thought that this seemingly ordinary Teenage would actually possess such powerful strength — only now did she realize that Chu Mo had held back inside the Floating Cloud Pavilion. Otherwise, how could Mo Mingxing and the rest have safely left the place? In a situation where they could not use the Spiritual Energy, who could withstand a strong strike from Chu Mo?

Lin Zhengqi was the person who most understood Chu Mo's power.

At this moment, his expression was extremely ugly, as though he was about to drip water.

As the first person to appear on the stage, his mission was to establish his might, but he didn't expect that he would be stomped by Chu Mo, and lost without any leeway left.

The angry Lin Zhengqi steadied his body, looked at Chu Mo coldly, and said: "Kid, I didn't think that you had such skills!"

Chu Mo's expression did not change as he looked at him with a bland smile, and asked, "And then?"

Seeing Chu Mo being so casual, Lin Zhengqi became even angrier, and shouted: "Stop pretending, I haven't even used Martial Skills!"

Chu Mo was still as indifferent as before, "Please!"

"Alright!"

With that, Lin Zhengqi once again shot out like a flying stone.

As his palms danced wildly, the Spiritual Energy in Lin Zhengqi's body surged out without restraint. Following the vast might of the palm, it instantly landed in front of his body in the form of hundreds of palms, and opened up a sea of fiery red.

"Come at me!"

Looking at Lin Zhengqi's aura which suddenly soared, Chu Mo finally felt that it had some meaning.

However, these second generation ancestors were usually very lax in their cultivation. Even if the clan had a powerful Martial Skills, they were not willing to suffer hardships to cultivate it.

The Yellow Rank Martial Skill, if placed in a small town like the Qingshan City, could be considered a strong technique.

However, this was Yan Jing, the capital of Chu!

In this place, the Yellow Rank Martial Skill seemed somewhat lonely!

Of course, Chu Mo did not discriminate against him in this way, after all, he was someone who had once fought against an enemy with the Yellow Rank Martial Skill, and even, Chu Mo's most favorite fist technique was the Yellow Rank Martial Skill.

It had been a long time since he used this fist technique. Today, he finally had a chance.

All these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

Chu Mo's arms trembled slightly, and his muscles instantly bulged. The strong force was followed by a wave, causing his sleeves to collide with each other and producing clear sounds, as if beads were falling on a jade plate.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Ten sounds, no more, no less!

Ten waves of Tyrant Fist, had finally appeared!

Chu Mo clenched both of his hands, and gathered all of the power of the Tyrant Fist into the center of his fist. The tyrannical power was squeezed into the small space in the center of his fist, and released an ear-piercing creaking sound.

Just then, Lin Zhengqi who was in front of him had arrived, his palm suddenly changed, and became a blade that furiously slashed downwards.

Immediately, the sea of fire in the air stacked together and actually congealed into a flaming blade image in the blink of an eye. It was brilliant like a rainbow, and its imposing manner was like a god's punishment as it cut through the air and descended.

Seeing that, Chu Mo took a step forward, and with a twist of his waist, he punched out like a meteor, like a gigantic mountain.

"Howl!"

Wherever the fist passed by, the air shattered and the howls never stopped.

Chu Mo's power of Tyrant Fist erupted out brazenly, and fiercely smashed into the edge of the flaming blade shadow.

"Rumble!"

The powerful force collided with a loud bang, causing the air to be annihilated and the sound of thunder from the nine heavens exploded.

Suddenly, a tyrannical wave of energy surged out and swept out in all directions with a force that could topple mountains and overturn the seas. The blast blasted into the crowd, causing a huge gust of wind to blow, causing the surrounding people to involuntarily take a few steps back.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The scene was filled with the incessant sound of thunder, resounding in all directions and deafening.

The two figures leapt into the air, fists and palm winds intertwined horizontally, Spirit Qi spread out in all directions, like a shock wave that was being shot out, stirring up clouds of smoke and dust.

"Swoosh!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, Lin Zhengqi flew out backwards, and fresh blood slid down from the corner of his mouth. It landed on the ground, blossoming into many beautiful and sad dark flowers that landed heavily beside the feet of Mo Mingxing and the others.

Within the arena, the dust settled and a figure appeared!

Chu Mo stood there proudly, like a pine tree!

Immovable Mountains!