"Yeah?"
"In that case, I have to thank you!"
Hearing Duan Qi's words, Mo Wentian's lips curled up slightly.
"You are very polite, boy!"
Looking at Mo Wentian, Duan Qi's eyes flashed with surprise and he said subconsciously.
"You and I are chatting like this, but we don't look like we are going to fight to the death in the ring!"
Seeing that Duan Qi had no intention of entering the ring, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed with light and he said coldly.
"Boy, it seems you can't wait any longer!"
"Come on, let me see if you have the strength to match your courage!"
It would have been better if Mo Wentian didn't say this. As soon as Mo Wentian said this, Duan Qi remembered it instantly, and disappeared in a flash.
When he appeared again, Duan Qi's figure had already appeared on the ring.
"Of course what I say is true. I always keep my word!"
A cold voice sounded, and a touch of incomparable confidence rose in Mo Wentian's eyes.
Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared on the ring.
"Shentian Fist!"
The next moment, Duan Qi didn't hesitate at all, shouted angrily, and punched Mo Wentian directly.
"Rumble..."
Following Duan Qi's punch, a burst of sound came from the void.
I saw that the entire void was trembling.
It has to be said that this Qi's Shentian Fist is still practiced well. At least the strength of this punch is already at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven.
But when Mo Wentian looked at this punch, his expression didn't even change at all.
That look didn't seem to take Duan Qi's punch into consideration at all.
"Boss, be careful!"
"Brother Wentian, be careful!"
…
Seeing this scene, Xiaojiao, Tianhu and others exclaimed in surprise.
At this moment, a hint of worry appeared on the faces of Xiaojiao and others.
"No problem!"
"This mere Shentian Fist, this emperor's Shenlong Fist will knock him to the ground!"
Mo Wentian's eyes were full of confidence.
"Boss..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's confident words, Xiaojiao and others looked at each other, opened their mouths, and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
Xiaojiao and others wanted to help, but Mo Wentian had already said that they would not be allowed to do anything.
They could only watch from the sidelines, but they also believed it.
Mo Wentian can handle Duan Qi well. After all, Mo Wentian's cultivation is in the realm of Heavenly Lord, and his strength can kill the warriors at the peak of Heavenly Emperor.
"Boy, you have to catch my first punch. Don't let me down!"
At this moment, Duan Qi's extremely arrogant voice came.
"Catch the first punch?"
"The one who couldn't catch the first punch was not me, but you!"
Hearing Duan Qi's words, Mo Wentian's lips raised an evil smile.
"Shenlong Fist!"
The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. He punched directly and met Duan Qi's Divine Fist.
"Hoho..."
Following Mo Wentian's punch, a phantom of a divine dragon tens of thousands of feet in size appeared in the void.
The divine dragon stood proudly in the void, roaring wildly at Duan Qi.
"Shenlong Fist?"
"The power of this Shenlong Fist is so powerful. It is even more powerful than my Shentian Fist. It's just Mo Wentian's cultivation level, but he is not my opponent in the early days of Emperor Tiandi!"
Watching Mo Wentian's Shenlong Fist take action, especially feeling the power of the Shenlong Fist, Duan Qi's eyes flashed with surprise.
But the next moment, he thought that Mo Wentian's cultivation level was only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven.
Although Mo Wentian's cultivation level is only two small realms away from his peak Heavenly Emperor level.
But the difference between these two small realms is huge in terms of strength.
"What a terrifying Long Wei. Is this kid really only at the early stage of Heavenly Emperor?"
"Yes, why do I feel that the power of Mo Wentian's punch is even more terrifying than that of Senior Brother Duan Qi's Shentian Fist!"
"Is this impossible? This guy is just pretending. This guy can't be Senior Brother Duan Qi's opponent!"
"Why are you so anxious? This is just the beginning of the war. This kid can't be a match for Senior Brother Duan Qi!"
"This kid is just trying to show off his skills, but in fact he is just a paper tiger. Let's see how he is defeated by Senior Brother Duan Qi!"
…
Feeling the immense power of the dragon, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm instantly exploded.
At this moment, they were all a little confused about Mo Wentian's cultivation strength.
If they hadn't sensed that Mo Wentian's cultivation was really only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, they really didn't believe that Mo Wentian was just a warrior at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven.
But among them, most of them still believed that Duan Qi would be the final winner, and Mo Wentian, with his incomparable dragon power, was still pretending to be a ghost.
"Boy, pretend to be a ghost!"
"I'll show you what real punching power is!"
Listening to these discussions, Duan Qi felt a sense of confidence in his heart.
Looking at Mo Wentian, Duan Qi's eyes flashed with an extremely cold light, and he shouted coldly.
"What is the real strength of the fist?"
"You'll feel it soon!"
Hearing this, the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth became more intense.
The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared.
When he appeared again, Mo Wentian's figure had appeared in front of Duan Qi.
Mo Wentian's Divine Dragon Fist hit Duan Qi directly in the face.
"Boy, you are so fast!"
"Shentian Fist!"
Seeing Mo Wentian appearing close at hand, Duan Qi didn't hesitate at all and directly punched him to greet him.
"boom… "
The moment the two fists collided, a violent sound was heard.
Only two figures were seen, retreating step by step.
"uh-huh… "
With a muffled groan, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Duan Qi's mouth.
"This... how is this possible? Our senior brother Duan Qi was actually injured by this kid's punch?"
"If Senior Brother Duan Qi hadn't been so fast and punched that boy's Divine Dragon Fist just now, our Senior Brother Duan Qi would have been disfigured!"
"Senior Brother Duan Qi's strength is pretty good among our disciples in the Divine Heaven Realm. After all, Senior Brother Duan Qi is very talented!"
"Yes, although Senior Brother Duan Qi's cultivation level is only at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven, he can display the full strength of the Emperor of Heaven!"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a warrior in the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven who came from the small world could actually hurt Senior Brother Duan Qi!"
…
Seeing that Duan Qi was injured, countless disciples from the Divine Heaven Realm immediately started talking.
They looked at Mo Wentian with a bit of unconcealable awe in their eyes.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that a warrior with only the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven could actually hurt a strong man at the peak of the Emperor of Heaven.
At this moment, their views on Mo Wentian couldn't help but change.
"Pfft..."
At this moment, a mouthful of blood spurted out from Mo Wentian's mouth.
The aura on Mo Wentian's body dropped even more.
"Boss!"
"Brother Wentian!"
…
Looking at this scene, the figures of Xiaojiao, Huantian and others instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.
At the same time, the auras on Xiaojiao and others' bodies increased rapidly.
If Mo Wentian hadn't told them not to take action, Xiaojiao would have taken action long ago.
Tianhu looked at Mo Wentian with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"I'm fine!"
"You all stand down!"
Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and the others, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said with an indifferent expression.
"Boss..."
"Brother Wentian..."
…
Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and others' eyes were full of worry.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.