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

"Just let me shoot you in the face! Palm Thunder!"

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A burst of powerful lightning struck Mowen precisely on the cheek.

This elicited gasps of surprise from the audience.

"No way, could Mo Wen really lose?"

"Anyone would be unable to withstand being hit by a palm strike at such close range, right?"

"Wait, no, look!"

Everyone looked closely and suddenly realized that Zhang Chulan's lightning had not actually hit Mo Wen.

Instead, it was firmly blocked by a golden Qi blade.

Zhang Chulan also noticed this and was immediately taken aback.

"No way, they could react from that close?"

He thought he could make Mo Wen suffer a loss.

Mo Wen squinted, the lightning so bright it was hard for him to open his eyes.

"Not bad, Zhang Chulan. You used your advantage to restrict me at the cost of injury, just to deliver this blow."

"It's somewhat satisfactory to me."

Zhang Chulan dared not stop releasing the palm lightning, using the sound of the lightning to shield himself, and said with a wry smile in a low voice:

"Big brother, please, let me pass the game."

"I'm almost out of energy."

Mo Wen shook his head. "It's not enough. This match won't stop until you're pushed to your limit."

Zhang Chulan was on the verge of tears.

Why push him to his limit?

What if he really loses?

But his older brother had a request, and he couldn't refuse.

After all, the outcome of this match was in Mo Wen's hands.

"Alright, then I'll show you my limits!"

"Drink!"

Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, and his body erupted with Yang Lightning, leaving scorch marks on the ground within a radius of more than ten meters.

Mo Wen released his restraint and retreated several meters.

Zhang Chulan, unleashing his full power, was enveloped in lightning, his figure appearing and disappearing in the arena as he attacked Mo Wen from various angles.

A thunderbolt in the palm, a little white worm, close combat.

But Mo Wen effortlessly defused each of them.

Every now and then, he would unleash a powerful white palm strike, blasting small craters into the ground, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Zhang Chulan, on the other hand, faced numerous dangers, occasionally being blown away and spitting out blood.

Undeterred, they continued their assault on Mo Wen.

Seeing this, the audience's expressions gradually changed, and they were amazed by Zhang Chulan's strength and will.

"Is this really Zhang Chulan?"

"They've been beaten like this, yet they're still persisting! Why?"

"Don't be shameless... Keep it up!"

"Don't give up, you can do it!"

Looking at the ground, there were charred marks from lightning strikes everywhere, and scattered bloodstains.

People's opinions and attitudes toward Zhang Chulan have gradually changed.

They even started cheering for Zhang Chulan.

People always sympathize with the weak.

In particular, Zhang Chulan demonstrated admirable qualities such as perseverance, decisiveness, and composure during the challenge.

This has further changed everyone's impression of Zhang Chulan.

Although something felt off.

But with the battle so intense, no one had time to think things through.

Seeing that the fire was almost ready and that Zhang Chulan's movements were starting to slow down, Mo Wen knew that he was nearing his limit.

Looking at Zhang Chulan, who was panting heavily and covered in injuries.

Mo Wen said in a deep voice without expression, "It's time to end this, Zhang Chulan. This strike will determine your victory or defeat."

After saying that, he took a step forward.

He leaped up, raising his Qi Blade as if to cleave Mount Hua in two.

"Huff...huff..." Zhang Chulan endured the pain in his body, looked up at Mo Wen who was in mid-air.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from Mo Wen, a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

Brother, you really think highly of me.

However, this also brought me my opportunity.

He suddenly opened his arms and shouted at Mo Wen:

"Big brother!"

"This is my last bit of Qi!"

"Take this, you little white worm!"

Boom!

The true energy that had been accumulating from the beginning was suddenly released, condensing into a giant lightning python several meters long, which opened its blood-red maw and lunged at Mo Wen.

Mo Wen's eyes flashed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "What? You actually had this trick up your sleeve!?"

Because they couldn't gain any leverage in mid-air, they could only be struck by the lightning python.

The audience stared in disbelief.

Mo Wen was knocked away.

And once it took off, it flew a very long way.

It even flew off the field.

And it didn't stop.

Before flying off the field, Mo Wen shouted in alarm and anger, "I will definitely come back!"

He then disappeared from the audience's sight.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

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Chapter 228 Races, are you ready?

Watching as it was struck by the lightning python, it flew high into the air and over the field.

Until Mo Wen disappeared from everyone's sight.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Lingyu, Feng Shayan, Feng Xingtong, and the others also stared blankly up at the sky.

No.

Was Zhang Chulan's attack that powerful?

They blasted people dozens of meters into the air!

However, it's not impossible, considering that Zhang Chulan has been saving up his trump cards for so long.

A greater power would be acceptable.

gurgling...

Zhang Chulan couldn't help but swallow.

Brother, you've ruined me!

Your acting skills are just as good as Bao'er's!

If you're going to fly, then fly! Why shout it out?

Thinking about what might happen next, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but tremble.

The audience on stage waited for a while.

They discovered that Mo Wen had not returned yet.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of doubt.

"Strange, why haven't they come back yet?"

"Could it be that he was struck by lightning and is now paralyzed and unable to move?"

"Impossible! How could Mo Wen possibly lose!"

"Exactly, even if Zhang Chulan has some real skills, he still can't possibly shake Mo Wen, right?"

"I remember now, didn't Mo Wenfei shout something before he left?"

"Holy crap! Does that mean he's not planning on coming back?!"

The audience gradually realized that something was wrong.