1538: C1538 Defeated in One Move

C1538 Defeated in One Move

Defeated in one move.

Although Zheng Shengjie didn't use his full strength in this attack, he didn't hold back at all. He had severely injured Huang Cheng with just one strike. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to recover in a short period of time.

In the front seat, many experts' expressions changed when they saw this scene. Heavenly Venerate Hu Yan's face twitched and revealed a helpless expression. He knew the temper of his disciple.

"This Zheng Shengjie seems to have attacked a fellow disciple a little too heavily." Ghost Fairy's bright eyes swept across and said softly.

"Although his attacks are heavy, he still held back." Lu Shaoyou's gaze did not change much as he calmly watched everything in front of him.

"Sect Master, this disciple has always been proud and arrogant. It was I who taught him wrongly." Heavenly Lord Hu Yan said to Lu Shaoyou.

"There's nothing wrong with being proud and arrogant. In the competition, there's nothing that can't be done seriously. Let's take a look again." Lu Shaoyou smiled but didn't show anything.

Hearing this, Heavenly King Hu Yan did not say anything else. His eyes once again focused on the square.

"Second, defeat!"

"The third one, defeat!"

" The fourth one, defeat! "

" The fifth one, defeat! "

In a short period of time, Zheng Shengjie used a domineering and arrogant method. He challenged the disciples that Huang Jingyao had previously challenged once again, and all five of them suffered serious injuries. They were all knocked down with just a single strike. There was no such thing as a perfect combination. This caused many disciples around the square to shout out loudly. This caused the popularity of the crowd to rise rapidly.

"Sixth one, Nie Feng, it's you!"

While the surrounding disciples were shouting, Zheng Shengjie's arrogant gaze swept across the square. After that, his gaze fell upon Nie Feng. This was the main point of his attention. To him, the five people that he had just defeated weren't important at all. He was just a stepping stone for the senior disciple of the Flying Spirit Sect. As for this Nie Feng... He had to thoroughly ravage him. He had to prove that he was stronger than the disciple of the sect master.

Nie Feng's eyes lit up, then he calmly walked to the center of the square with a calm expression.

"Senior disciple Zheng Shengjie and Nie Feng, I'm afraid Nie Feng is going to lose again."

"That's right. Brother Zheng Shengjie's strength is not inferior to senior sister Huang Jingyao's."

"Nie Feng should still be a little bit weaker."

As Nie Feng entered the arena, the surrounding disciples began to discuss amongst themselves. With Zheng Shengjie's current popularity, all the disciples seemed to have placed their odds of winning on Zheng Shengjie.

Lu Shaoyou's eyes were also fixed on the arena. He looked at everything with a faint smile on his face.

"All of you can start now." Nie Feng and Zheng Shengjie stood on the square. The bearded man announced.

As the bearded man's voice faded, the eyes of everyone in the square instantly fell upon the two of them.

"Kid, attack. Let me tell you, the gap between Martial Psyche and Martial Psyche is huge." In the center of the square, Zheng Shengjie looked at Nie Feng and chuckled. He would definitely ravage this man later.

"I'll let you attack." Nie Feng raised his eyes and slowly put his hands down.

"You are quite arrogant." Zheng Shengjie laughed again and waved his robe. An earthen yellow Spirit quickly formed in front of him, forming a Genuine Qi Astral Ring on the surface of his body. A faint earthen yellow Qi started to appear.

"You are very strong, but you just attacked your fellow disciples. Aren't you being a little too harsh on him? He is a fellow disciple. " Nie Feng looked at Zheng Shengjie with a gentle gaze. Just now, Zheng Shengjie had injured five of his fellow disciples in a row. He had seen it all.

"Nonsense, it's not like we are playing house. It's your turn now." Zheng Shengjie let out a cold roar as he changed his hands and clenched his fists tightly. Cracking sounds could be heard from his joints.

"Nie Feng, you'll end up the same way."

Zheng Shengjie shouted once again. As his voice faded, a fist print was formed. It brought along a sharp sound of air being torn apart, and it carried a powerful force. It shook apart the spatial ripple before it suddenly rushed towards Nie Feng. The strength of this punch clearly did not hold back. Compared to when Zheng Shengjie had dealt with the five of them earlier, the strength of this punch was much stronger.

Nie Feng frowned. With a tap of the tip of his toes, his figure immediately retreated. The Spirit under his feet flickered, creating a trail of fiery light as it rubbed against the stone slab.

"Your speed doesn't seem to be enough." Zheng Shengjie threw himself forward. With a light shout, he bent down and stood up. His feet touched the ground and his body borrowed the force of the punch. The light on his fist became even brighter. A yellow light burst out from his fist. The space in front of his fist had already started to distort. He then shouted, "Earth Fist!"

As Zheng Shengjie shouted out, his eyes carried a trace of a cold smile. This punch had already arrived in front of Nie Feng at lightning speed.

At the same time, Nie Feng's eyes suddenly lit up. His right foot suddenly stomped on the ground. The stone floor underneath his feet instantly cracked along with this kick. The broken stones scattered. No one could see that Nie Feng's right arm had already turned purple-gold.

Nie Feng formed a seal with his hand as he watched the punch that had already arrived in front of him. All the Spirit on his body circulated and gathered on his right arm. His entire body was immediately enveloped by a yellow glow. The Spirit surged out through the earth attribute.

As he watched Zheng Shengjie, who was less than a meter away from him with a ferocious force, punch him, Nie Feng suddenly clenched his right fist. He clenched his five fingers and softly shouted, "Astral Breaking Fist!"

As Nie Feng's cry sounded, a purple-gold color immediately flourished on his right fist. A powerful force suddenly burst out from his fist and heavily collided with Zheng Shengjie's fist. * Hong Long...... * Many experts in the distance saw Nie Feng's punch. * Hong Long...... *

"Bang!"

A low and deep spatial explosion instantly rang out. At the place where the two fists collided... A powerful light shot out and a powerful Qi spread out. The fiery light scattered in all directions. Zheng Shengjie instantly felt a huge force pouring down from his fist. A burst of intense pain spread out from his fists.

"Kacha!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out, clearly landing in the ears of many people.

"Ah!"

After Zheng Shengjie let out a miserable cry, he spurted out a mouthful of blood. His body was sent flying away like a kite with its string cut. He landed heavily on the ground in the distance. The ground cracked and a hole was formed. He spat out another mouthful of blood. His right arm was withered, and it seemed like his entire right arm had been broken by Nie Feng's punch.

"Deng! Deng!"

At the same time, Nie Feng's body couldn't help but stagger backwards. The Spirit in his body surged, but after three steps, his right foot stomped on the ground, and he immediately stabilized his body.

When the force dispersed, everyone was shocked. This scene had exceeded everyone's expectations. Nie Feng had actually injured Zheng Shengjie with a single punch, severely injuring him with a single punch.

All the disciples were dumbfounded. The experts of the Flying Spirit Sect were in disbelief when they saw this. This was Nie Feng's true strength. In the previous battle with Huang Jingyao, Nie Feng had only not used his full strength.

Huang Jingyao, who had already retreated to the side, also looked at Nie Feng and Zheng Shengjie with a surprised look in her eyes. She knew Zheng Shengjie's strength, although she was confident that she could defeat him. However, it was absolutely impossible. She could vaguely feel it. Duanmu Hongzhi and Zheng Shengjie were her two strongest opponents. And now, Nie Feng was able to seriously injure Zheng Shengjie with just a single punch.

"You seriously injured your fellow disciples. I didn't want to hurt you. I just want to teach you a lesson. In the future, you can't use so much force on your fellow disciple." Nie Feng looked at Zheng Shengjie who was still lying on the ground, his eyes were as calm as ever.

Zheng Shengjie was lying on the ground with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. His clothes were dyed red. His right arm. His arm was fractured, but the pain in his hand was not even one ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart. He had originally thought of ravaging Nie Feng, but he had never thought that... He was sent flying by Nie Feng with a single punch. He was in such a sorry state.

"I never thought that Nie Feng still has a trump card." Dong Wuming's eyes were filled with amazement. This Nie Feng had always made him look down on him.

On the other hand, Lu Shaoyou had a smile on his face. Zheng Shengjie was too arrogant. Nie Feng used his carelessness and his trump card to launch a punch with his right arm. The power just now was about ten times stronger than usual. This kind of strength... Zheng Shengjie naturally could not take it, but Nie Feng seemed to be holding back and hesitating just now. This right arm didn't seem to have reached its limit yet.

"Nie Feng, good job!" At this moment, the five men who had just been severely injured by Zheng Shengjie had already started to dislike Zheng Shengjie. When they saw Nie Feng speaking up for them and avenging them, they immediately became friends with him.

"Nie Feng, good job!"

Many of the surrounding disciples also cheered. Many of them had been bullied by Zheng Shengjie before, so they could finally vent their anger.

"It's time, Nie Feng wins!" The bearded man announced. Zheng Shengjie had been lying on the ground for more than ten seconds. According to the rules, although he wasn't knocked out of the cordon, he had already lost.

"I'll take a rest first." According to the rules, Nie Feng could continue to challenge, but he didn't continue to challenge. Instead, he chose to rest.

"Next match, Duanmu Hongzhi." The bearded man announced. After Nie Feng left, the next opponent would naturally be Duanmu Hongzhi.

"Swoosh!"

Duanmu Hongzhi jumped, silver light flashed under his feet, and then he landed on the square. He glanced at Nie Feng and Huang Jingyao. Without any hesitation, he looked straight at Huang Jingyao and said, "I challenge you."

Huang Jingyao looked at Duanmu Hongzhi and her curvy body also jumped onto the square. She looked at Duanmu Hongzhi and said, "I also want to know how strong you are."2

"You will know after you try." Duanmu Hongzhi said indifferently, "You go first."

"I won't be polite." Huang Jingyao's beautiful face changed slightly. With her small mouth, a pale red Spirit immediately surged out from her body. A red long sword also appeared in her hand. The sword Qi was sharp and fierce. Although it was not a Martial Spirit Artifact, it was definitely not an ordinary item.

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