Starting from the pharmacy, he grew into a martial saint among men.

Zhou Mingrui shouted, his body transforming into a swimming dragon, his steps unpredictable, twisting and turning in a small space, barely grazing the edge of the fist.

At the same time, he flipped his right palm, the palm wind being both soft and firm, cutting straight to the inside of Chu Hong's wrist.

He intended to use skillful force to deflect the force, and incidentally seize Chu Hong's pulse point, locking his entire arm.

If Chu Hong were to be truly entangled in this move, he would immediately be at a disadvantage.

Chu Hong inwardly praised his quick reaction.

But he didn't panic. His right fist suddenly changed its move, turning from a fist into a claw. His five fingers tightened abruptly, and his fingertips were filled with force as he grabbed Zhou Mingrui's forearm.

"Bang!"

Zhou Mingrui changed his move accordingly, his fist and claw colliding, producing a muffled, explosive sound.

The hidden forces clashed, creating a powerful gust of wind that swept across the land, snapping grass and trees in half and sending leaves flying everywhere.

Zhou Mingrui felt a sharp, piercing pain in his palm. Chu Hong's claws were brutal and domineering, carrying a tearing force.

Even though he met the attack with a mountain-shattering strike, he was still injured, and his finger bones were almost shattered.

He was greatly shocked and decisively withdrew, taking several steps back to steadily create distance.

But Chu Hong wouldn't give him a chance to catch his breath.

His figure followed closely, his left leg like a long whip of steel, sweeping across and aiming straight for Zhou Mingrui's knee joint, fierce and domineering.

In the critical moment, Zhou Mingrui raised his leg to block the attack.

"Thump!"

The two collided, and a dull tremor spread throughout the body.

Zhou Mingrui felt a numbness on half of his body, and his right leg was also throbbing.

But this intense pain did not affect his performance; on the contrary, it aroused the ferocity in his bones.

Using the force of the recoil, he spun around on the ground, unleashing the full power of his Mountain-Crushing Fist, which was filled with fierce energy.

Chu Hong neither dodged nor evaded, but crossed his arms in front of his chest, his iron body bursting forth to take the punch head-on.

"Bang!"

A loud explosion was heard.

Zhou Mingrui's punch, which was as powerful as a mountain splitting rock, struck Chu Hong's arm, but it felt as if he had hit a hard bluestone. The recoil made his arm go numb.

Chu Hong also suffered a heavy blow. Although he had Iron Body Technique to defend himself, it still made his arm ache.

Chu Hong grinned, revealing his neat white teeth: "Brother Zhou, with that little strength, you can't possibly do anything to me!"

Before he finished speaking, he lunged forward again, his hands forming palms, unleashing a hidden, dull force as he struck Zhou Mingrui.

Zhou Mingrui's pupils contracted sharply. He hurriedly activated his movement technique, twisting his waist and flipping over to barely avoid a vital point. At the same time, he took the opportunity to raise his fist and counterattack Chu Hong.

Chu Hong changed the direction of his palms, sweeping across his right shoulder, the force penetrating his entire body.

"Bang!"

"puff!"

Zhou Mingrui staggered and stumbled back several steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

At this moment, his right shoulder was ripped open, revealing his bruised arm, and a mouthful of sweet and foul liquid surged into his throat, which he then spat out with a "whoosh".

But instead of showing any fear in his eyes, his whole body was filled with a surge of ferocity.

Chu Hong was also in bad shape. He had just been punched in the chest. Although he was protected by the Silver Silk Armor and Iron Body Technique, his blood was still churning and his chest was aching.

He knew in his heart that it was absolutely impossible to take down Zhou Mingrui in a short time.

The two faced off again from a distance, neither making the first move.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the valley.

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At this moment, on the training ground outside the mountain, everyone who saw the two fighting so fiercely was filled with excitement.

This is their favorite part.

There are no unorthodox or underhanded methods; everything depends entirely on the martial artist's on-the-spot reaction and their own hard skills.

Every punch lands with a visceral impact, every move is deadly.

It stirs the heart.

However, people like Song Qingshan and Hong Xing couldn't help but feel a little worried upon seeing this.

The two fought fiercely, ignoring the outside disturbances, and each attack was delivered with their full strength.

Even if a winner is determined, the exertion will be immense, and they may even be covered in injuries.

Normally it would be fine, but now Zheng Yuan is lurking nearby.

They are in extreme danger right now.

In the valley, Zhou Mingrui slowly moved his shoulders, his joints cracking. He endured the excruciating pain, his eyes cold.

He knew that Chu Hong's defense was truly formidable, and if things continued like this, he would only suffer losses.

But martial arts duels are not just about brute force.

Even the strongest fortress has its weaknesses, and even the most profound martial arts skills have their vulnerabilities.

This time, he struck first, displaying his agility to the fullest, flashing left and right unpredictably, making it impossible for anyone to pinpoint his target.

Chu Hong did not take any action. Instead, he calmed his mind and focused his energy, using stillness to control movement.

But he was already gathering momentum in his legs and hands, ready to strike hard once he found an opening.

At this moment, Zhou Mingrui suddenly lunged forward, but his body suddenly lowered midway, as if he was about to take down Zhou Mingrui.

Without hesitation, Chu Hong kicked him straight in the face, with a fierce and swift motion.

But in that instant, Zhou Mingrui moved like a nimble snake, slithering along the ground and dodging Chu Hong's attack.

At the same time, he gathered power in his right fist, formed a punch, and attacked Chu Hong's dantian.

The dantian is the foundation and lifeline of a martial artist. Although it is not visible at present, it is extremely important after reaching the level of Transformation and Condensation of True Qi.

Once broken, the body's qi and blood will be scattered, and most of one's cultivation will be destroyed.

Chu Hong felt a chill run down his spine and dared not be careless again.

He suddenly lowered his body, thrusting out to both sides, trying to intercept the force of the punch.

However, Zhou Mingrui had anticipated this and changed his move halfway through, turning his fist into a claw and striking Chu Hong's right wrist.

Chu Hong was caught off guard and was grabbed, and then Zhou Mingrui took the opportunity to entangle himself around him.

His other hand, containing hidden power, suddenly transformed into a palm and struck out.

The balance of power has shifted.

Chu Hong's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

He hurriedly kicked his legs and clenched his left fist to block the palm strike.

A dull thud was heard.

Chu Hong instinctively felt an immense force piercing through layers of defense and rushing straight into his internal organs.

At this moment, Zhou Mingrui showed no mercy, suddenly pulling and gathering power in his right leg, intending to strike Chu Hong with a heavy knee to decide the outcome in one blow.

In the critical moment, Chu Hong suddenly sprang up, deflecting the attack with one kick, and then his legs, like scissors, gripped the neck.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Mingrui immediately released Chu Hong's arm and took several steps back.

But the next moment, his eyes were bloodshot with rage, and he attacked again.

His punches were fierce, he attacked with all his might, aiming only at Chu Hong's face and chest.

Chu Hong also unleashed a furious barrage of punches, one after another.

The punches landed on Zhou Mingrui's arms and chest, producing a series of dull thuds.

Completely disregarding their injuries, the two fought for their lives, no longer paying attention to any moves or techniques, leaving only the most primal and ferocious physical clash.

Before long, the two men were dressed in tattered clothes, covered in blood, and looked utterly disheveled.

They had exchanged blows countless times, and both of them were extremely exhausted in terms of physical strength, blood and energy.

The two men's movements gradually slowed down, their punches lost power, and they even swayed and couldn't stand steadily.

Finally, the two of them mustered their strength and made one last desperate effort, staggering backward.

"thump!"

"thump!"

Both of them plopped down on the ground, panting heavily.

Chu Hong tried to stand up with his hands, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get up even an inch.

Zhou Mingrui's entire body was covered in wounds; he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, grinned, and his expression was full of admiration.

"Brother Chu, that was impressive this time, but it seems we're going to draw again."

Chu Hong raised his head, his body swaying slightly:

"Brother Zhou, as I said, the only winner will be me."

As he spoke, he slowly supported himself and gradually stood up.

Just then, the figure who had been waiting on the hilltop for a long time saw that the two below were already badly injured and suddenly began to act.

He took a heavy step forward, and his whole body flew like a swallow in the air, arriving swiftly.

"Finally finished!"

"Now, it's my turn!"