628: C628 Forcing a Mortal Core Warrior to Retreat

C628 Forcing a Mortal Core Warrior to Retreat

Forcing a Core Formation Stage warrior to retreat.

The strong man was dressed in black, and his skinny body was slightly hunchbacked. However, none of the people present dared to ignore his existence.

Class-six Core Embracing Stage Martial Artist!

This was a martial arts expert that Zhao Yang had hired to protect Zhao Mingyu.

"Young Master Zhao, this Xing Meng is Tian Jian's junior disciple. Are we really going to cripple him?"

Although the expert said so, his slightly turbid eyes were calm without any ripples. It seemed like he wasn't afraid of Lee Wuzhen.

Zhao Yang sneered, signaling the expert to attack.

"Uncle Gao, just attack. If anything happens, the Zhao family will be responsible for it!"

"Also, don't let Ye Yu and Wenren Meng Yue die. I want to deal with them properly!"

"Understood!" The powerful man nodded. A ruthless look flashed across his eyes, and then he suddenly attacked!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye.

The tall and thin arm stretched out, and the fist pierced through the air, bringing along waves of sound waves as it smashed towards Xing Meng's chest.

Seeing this fierce attack, Xing Meng's pupils shrank, and he opened his mouth and shouted angrily.

"Roar!"

Xing Meng roared, and the phantom of a fierce tiger flashed behind him.

Rumble...

A violent rumbling sound spread out from the place where the powerful man and Xing Meng were fighting.

In the main hall, the surrounding guests were fleeing with terrified expressions on their faces. They were watching the Martial Artist battle from afar.

In the face of a Martial Artist battle of this level, even the auction house's security personnel could only watch from afar, not daring to step forward.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

After the first strike, Xing Meng's face turned red, and his body swayed as he took a few steps back.

The hard floor was left with deep dents by Xing Meng.

Bang!

A palm was placed on Xing Meng's back. It released a gentle force, suppressing the surging blood in Xing Meng's body.

Puff!

Xing Meng spat out a mouthful of blood, and his facial expression became a little better.

"Thank you, Martial Uncle, for your help."

Xing Meng calmed his breathing and said to Ye Yu in a low voice.

"You hesitated just now! So what if you're a Mortal Core Martial Artist? Level is not the standard to evaluate combat strength! "

Ye Yu's expression was calm as he said," The Eight Extremes Fist is extremely powerful, and when it moves, it's like a ferocious tiger pouncing on its prey! As long as you use your full strength, it won't be any weaker than this Clasping Core Martial Artist whose blood and Qi are starting to weaken! "2

A bright light flashed in Xing Meng's eyes, and a vigorous aura rose from his body.

"Thank you for your guidance, Martial Uncle! I understand now!"

The strong man who was standing still looked calm. His eyes shifted to Ye Yu, and the heavy aura pressed down on him. "Who are you?"

Ye Yu faced the aura that was getting stronger and stronger. With a calm expression, he said softly, "Ye Yu, Xing Meng's uncle master."

"Martial Uncle? Hehe... When the powerful expert heard this, he sneered, "This old man has never heard of when the Heavenly Sword took in another Junior Brother!"

"Since you don't want to say it, then this old man can only make a move and let you say it!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the powerful expert. His shriveled body straightened slightly, and an astonishing killing intent soared into the sky.

Facing the incomparably sharp aura, Ye Yu's expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Xing Meng, watch carefully! What is a real Eight Extremes Fist?!"

Cultivation Method: Grandmaster Level Eight Extremes Fist!

With a step, Ye Yu had already arrived in front of the powerful warrior. He clenched his fist at his waist and attacked with lightning speed!

Boom!

At this moment, the air seemed to tremble.

Eight Extremes, Half-Step Collapse!

The powerful man's expression changed slightly. A look of surprise flashed across his eyes as he raised his arm to block in front of him.

"This fist technique! Grandmaster Stage!"

The powerful expert was shocked. The moment Ye Yu attacked, he knew that Ye Yu's Eight Extremes Fist had reached the Grandmaster Stage!

* Hong! *

The fist and the arm collided, and a loud explosion was heard.

Tap!

The powerful man took a step back!

"How could this be?!"

A look of shock appeared on the wrinkled face of the powerful man. He had actually been forced back!

Ye Yu stood back and said to Xing Meng, who was also shocked, "Did you see it clearly? I used the same strength as you, but it had a different effect! What restricts your combat strength is not the grade of the Martial Artist, but your belief! "

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