Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Chapter 208 The power of the Snake Immortal is actually inferior to that of a teenager not yet 20?!

Upon seeing the snake spirit possess him, Feng Xingtong, who was enveloped in black energy and resembled a demon incarnate, was struck.

He was slammed into the wall dozens of meters away by a single palm strike.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief, their expressions frozen.

It's fair to say that no one could have predicted that the first round of matches would end this way.

"He actually... got sent flying in a single exchange?"

"My goodness, am I seeing things? That's a snake spirit! How could it be..."

"Hahaha! Mo Wen is awesome, I was right to bet on you to win!"

"Damn, don't be so arrogant. Maybe Feng Xingtong was just careless?"

"Even if you're careless, you shouldn't be able to get slammed into a wall with one palm, right?"

"What kind of palm technique is that? I think I vaguely saw a dragon?"

After a brief silence.

It was a noisy and heated discussion.

The development of events was truly beyond everyone's expectations.

Not to mention the audience, even the well-informed Feng Zhenghao showed surprise.

"Father, the snake spirit on Xing Tong's body, could it be fake...?"

Feng Shayan parted her pink lips slightly and asked with some doubt.

Feng Zhenghao's expression gradually became serious, and he shook his head, saying, "It's not fake. That's one of the Five Immortals of the Northeast. That aura can't be faked."

"Then why is that...?"

Feng Shayan frowned slightly, as if she was thinking of something but hesitated to speak, seemingly unable to believe the answer in her heart.

Even if there is a gap, it shouldn't be this big, right?

Feng Zhenghao knew what his daughter was thinking.

He shook his head and said, "Shayan, no matter how unwilling you are to believe it, some things are still there."

Feng Zhenghao kept his eyes on the ground. After striking out with a palm, he did not press his advantage but instead stood still and watched Mo Wen.

His handsome face, exuding the charm of a mature man, rarely revealed a hint of complexity.

"Even I have to admit that Mo Wen's strength has probably reached a level that threatens me."

Upon hearing this, Feng Shayan's slender, jade-like hand, resting on the railing, involuntarily clenched.

Although she was prepared, she was still shocked when her father, whom she considered an invincible and all-powerful figure, admitted that Mo Wen had the power to threaten him.

Feng Shayan was still shocked and found it hard to accept.

"Has he...already possessed this power?"

Thinking this, her beautiful eyes were fixed on Mo Wen, her gaze shifting.

A flicker of admiration crossed her mind, one that she herself didn't even realize.

the other side.

The two brothers, Deng Youfu and Deng Youcai, also had stiff expressions and wide-eyed stares.

"This kid's a bit outrageous, bro..."

Deng Youcai looked at his elder brother, as if seeking an answer, and said, "Did that brat from the Feng family really display the strength of Master Liu?"

However, he was slightly taken aback when he saw his older brother's expression.

His elder brother, Deng Youfu, clenched his fists and said angrily, "Absolutely not! If he really used the power of Master Liu, how could he have been sent flying with a single palm strike!"

"I don't believe that Grandpa Liu's strength is so weak. That Mo Wen is just a teenager who is not even 20 years old!"

Even so, Deng Youfu knew the truth in his heart.

Based on the Spirit Binding Technique that Feng Xingtong possesses, he will definitely be able to unleash more power from the Serpent Immortal Liu Kunsheng than he could.

Even with this power, Feng Xingtong was still sent flying by Mo Wen.

This outcome was something Deng Youfu didn't want to think about.

His pride, stemming from his shamanic lineage, made him unwilling to admit that the household spirits his family had painstakingly worshipped were inferior to a young man.

at the same time.

With blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, Feng Xingtong braced himself against the crumbling wall and pulled himself out of the pit.

His pitch-black eyes stared in horror at Mo Wen in the distance.

"How could this be...cough cough..."

Wiping the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, Feng Xingtong looked at her hands and was deeply shaken.

He boasted that he had made the most of the snake spirit's power.

Moreover, the surging Qi flowing continuously within the body is absolutely genuine.

It was more than ten times the power of his original spirit possession.

Even his father, Feng Zhenghao, he dared to fight him.

But why...?

Being suddenly knocked away brought Feng Xingtong, who was feeling a bit lightheaded, back to her senses.

Before he could think further, he heard Mo Wen, who was standing not far away, say with a smile, "Come on, Xing Tong, continue, use your strength, and play with me a little longer."

These words caused Feng Xingtong, who had been somewhat sober, to darken his expression, and the black aura rising from his body resembled billowing smoke.

"In that case, Brother Mo, I won't stand on ceremony."

The next second, he pushed off the ground with his front foot and his body shot towards Mo Wen like an arrow.

It remains at a speed that most viewers cannot see clearly.

This time, Feng Xingtong learned her lesson.

His path forward was irregular, and as he moved left and right, he left afterimages, as if trying to confuse and obscure his presence.

Mo Wen remained calm, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Suddenly, a sharp whooshing sound came from his left rear, but Mo Wen ignored it at all. Instead, he turned to the right and struck out with his right palm, seemingly slow but actually fast.

It met the incoming palm strike head-on.

Boom!

The moment the two enormous forces collided was like the detonation of a cannon.

Visible ripples spread through the air, engulfing the two people. The ground beneath their feet sank half a foot, the edge of the pit extending more than two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), and spiderweb-like cracks spread even further.

"Not bad palm strike. Come on, Xing Tong, take another one of my palm strikes."

Looking at Feng Xingtong, who was surprised by his failed sneak attack.

Mo Wen laughed heartily, drew a circle with his left hand, and unleashed another move, "The Dragon Regrets."

A roar that sent shivers down the spines of the entire audience rang out once more, and a palm strike, solid as a tangible object, transformed into the shape of a dragon, lunging toward Feng Xingtong, who was right in front of him.

Because the distance was too close, Feng Xingtong had no way to dodge, but he didn't intend to dodge either.

Instead, he concentrated most of his strength into his palm and angrily struck out.

"I can also use the Splitting Palm technique!"

The two palm forces clashed, and in no time, Feng Xingtong was shocked. He felt Mo Wen's palm force crashing down like a tidal wave, causing his body to stagger backward.

With a hissing sound, the two sleeves were torn to shreds by the surging palm force, turning into dozens of black butterflies that fluttered and danced.

Feng Xingtong, who had retreated more than ten steps, looked on incredulously.

At this moment, his arms were sore, numb, and trembling, making it difficult for him to lift them.

"Holy crap...so...so strong...Brother Mo, how can you be so strong?"

Feng Xingtong, who had been somewhat angry at being looked down upon, has now fully regained her senses.

Although Feng Xingtong knew that Mo Wen was powerful, she never really had a clear understanding of his capabilities.

But now, he suddenly feels...

Mo Wen may have long possessed the strength to fight against the older generation of extraordinary individuals, and may even be on par with his father.

Mo Wen smiled and looked at Feng Xingtong, whose bare arms were exposed.

"I've always been like this, it's just that I haven't had an opponent who can make me use my full strength."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingtong immediately believed it.

At the same time, he perked up and looked at Mo Wen with excited, dark eyes.

"Brother Mo, let me try to see if I can get you to use your full strength!"

"I haven't even used this old man Liu's methods yet!"

Mo Wen nodded with pleasure and smiled at him, saying, "Alright, let me see if you're good enough for me to use my full strength."

"Hey."

Feng Xingtong grinned, then suddenly stomped his foot, the violent force instantly shattering the ground.

A large amount of soil and rocks were thrown up.

Feng Xingtong repeatedly controlled his strength and threw the stones at Mo Wen.

Whoosh whoosh!

The stones, imbued with black energy, were like cannonballs, containing enough power to easily pierce even a cement pillar as thick as three people could hug.

But Mo Wen calmly unleashed a palm strike.