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

But because of the deal, Moge won't defeat me directly, which gives me countless opportunities.

Just like when I was sparring with Sister Bao'er.

Concentrate fully and spare no effort.

I want Brother Mo to acknowledge my abilities!

blah blah-

Accompanied by a sharp, piercing sound, streaks of lightning swirled around him.

Zhang Chulan suddenly opened his eyes.

Thunderclap - Swift Thunder!

next second.

He disappeared from the spot.

Mo Wen remained calm. As Zhang Chulan disappeared, he reversed the direction of the Qi Staff in his hand and thrust it towards his left rear.

Just then, Zhang Chulan appeared in the direction the Qi Staff was moving.

Seeing the Qi staff aimed directly at his face, his expression turned serious. As if he had expected it, he grabbed it with both hands and instantly released his thunder magic.

The dazzling, ear-piercing lightning, like the cry of a thousand birds, struck Mo Wen along the Qi staff.

Just moments before the lightning was about to strike Mo Wen.

Mo Wen chuckled lightly, circulated his true qi, and the qi staff dissipated, leaving Zhang Chulan's hands empty. At the same time, the lightning that was about to hit Mo Wen also disappeared.

Before Zhang Chulan could regain his footing and retreat, a hand lightly touched his chest.

Oh no...

Zhang Chulan's pupils contracted as a chillingly calm voice rang in his ears: "Not bad, but not enough."

With a slight release of palm force, Zhang Chulan felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been hit by a speeding car. He flew several meters close to the ground before landing and rolling more than a dozen times before coming to a stop.

"puff..."

A mouthful of blood spurted from Zhang Chulan's mouth.

......

Chapter 227 I will definitely come back!

Zhang Chulan lay on his side on the ground, clutching his chest and coughing painfully.

At the same time, I was horrified.

"So powerful... Is this Mo Ge's power?"

"If I hadn't shown mercy, I probably would have been dead in the first exchange..."

"How do we fight...how do we win?"

Even from an outsider's perspective, Zhang Chulan knew that Mo Wen was very strong.

But when he actually faced it, he truly experienced the despair that felt like a natural disaster!

The gap in strength between the two sides.

It's as difficult as a natural barrier!

"Luckily, I don't need to actually beat Mo Ge, otherwise I might as well just surrender."

Zhang Chulan smiled bitterly, then wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up from the ground.

He looked at Mo Wen, who was quietly waiting for him not far away.

That kind of unwavering composure, as if no one could pose a threat to him.

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but think about it.

If I had that kind of power, my current situation might be completely different, right?

"What are you waiting for? Continue."

Seeing Zhang Chulan standing there in a daze, Mo Wen raised an eyebrow slightly.

"This shouldn't be your limit, right?"

"Hey, you figured that out, Mo."

Zhang Chulan grinned, lowered his center of gravity again, and his eyes emitted a dazzling aura.

Streaks of lightning crackled and popped as they appeared, then disappeared into his body.

This scene surprised the audience on stage.

"Lei has disappeared?"

"Could this be another use for thunder magic?"

It wasn't just the audience who were surprised.

Even Zhang Lingyu, who came to watch, and Rong Shan, who served as the referee, stared intently.

"Can lightning be injected into the body to stimulate the meridians? Can Yang Wu Lei be used in this way?"

"This kid actually messed up the methods that the sages painstakingly researched, really..."

What others think.

Zhang Chulan couldn't care less at this point.

All his attention was focused on Mo Wen.

"Brother Mo, once I use this move, I'll only have less than five minutes left."

"If this still doesn't satisfy you, I really have no other choice."

Zhang Chulan's eyes were firm, and his black hair stood on end.

Full Power Thunder VIP!

Mo Wen nodded slightly, observing Zhang Chulan, whose aura was lively and whose physical functions had greatly improved.

That's more or less.

"Come."

Mo Wen had barely finished speaking.

Zhang Chulan lunged forward instantly, covering more than ten meters in the blink of an eye, and raised his hand to aim at Mo Wen.

Palm Thunder!

The blinding lightning made Mo Wen squint, and he dodged to the side, slashing at Zhang Chulan with his right palm.

But Zhang Chulan crouched down to dodge, then spun around and swept Mo Wen's ankle with a kick, trying to trip him up.

However, the nearly full-force sweeping kick felt to Zhang Chulan as if he had kicked a pillar made of refined iron.

Not only did the other party not move at all, but the shock made his feet hurt.

"Holy crap... what is Mo Ge's body made of?"

Zhang Chulan was startled. Sensing the whooshing sound coming from above, he quickly dodged away from his spot.

Meanwhile, Mo Wen saw that his punch had missed.

She nodded slightly, watching Zhang Chulan circling around her rapidly.

"Your speed is no less than Zhang Lingyu's, and may even be faster, but it makes no difference to me. How are you going to win?"

"That's how you win!"

As Zhang Chulan moved and spun around rapidly, more than a dozen tiny bolts of lightning, resembling caterpillars, suddenly shot out from his body, scattering and flying towards Mo Wen from all directions.

At the same time, he aimed both palms at Mo Wen, and blinding lightning was released.

Leifa the Little White Bug!

Thunder Magic: Palm Thunder!

"No matter how strong you are, Brother Mo, if you are struck by lightning, your body will be paralyzed for a short time, and that moment of stiffness is my chance!"

Zhang Chulan was well aware of his advantage: he wouldn't be defeated immediately.

Before Mo Wen actually took action, he had countless opportunities to make mistakes.

Therefore, he can freely put his ideas into action.

Gain combat experience.

"Under these conditions, I might still have a real chance of winning!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was pondering, he saw Mo Wen condense a golden Qi Blade again, and with a few swift swings, all the small flying insects were instantly blasted apart.

His figure then vanished, and the palm lightning missed its target.

Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank suddenly, sensing something was wrong, and he was just about to dodge to the side.

A powerful force suddenly struck from behind.

boom!

Zhang Chulan was sent flying again.

"Cough..."

Although Mo Wen had shown mercy, the remaining force still caused him considerable injury.

Mo Wen, wielding the Qi Blade, instantly arrived and slashed down again.

At the critical moment, Zhang Chulan disregarded his muscle strain and forcefully twisted his body in mid-air to grab Mo Wen's wrist.

He was knocked to the ground by a heavy weight.

It made a dull sound.

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and raised his hand towards Mo Wen.

"At this close range, you can't dodge Brother Mo!"