Mr. Mo Da didn't say much. He clenched his fists lightly, and his joints creaked. His body suddenly grew bigger, like a burly little giant.
His clothes fluttered without wind, and a powerful internal energy rushed towards Ye Feng like a huge wave hitting the shore.
Ye Feng smiled nonchalantly and said, "Mr. Mo Da, I use a sword and you use fists, am I not taking advantage of you?"
"No matter what weapon you use, I will always use my fists. Your sword may not be able to take advantage of me."
The two had competed secretly on the first day of the Gu Kai Competition. There was no physical contact. Mr. Mo Da used his telekinesis to attack Ye Feng, but he did not gain any advantage and even suffered a loss.
After spending the past few days together, Mr. Mo Da felt that Ye Feng was more and more unfathomable, so when he challenged Ye Feng today, he used 90% of his strength as soon as he got on the field and concentrated on performing his famous skill, the Wind and Thunder Fist.
The strength at the peak of the innate level is indeed incomparable to that of the heavenly level masters.
It was the same Wind and Thunder Fist, the same exact fist moves, performed by Mr. Mo Da. It was like a violent storm, raging waves, and it made Ye Feng feel as if he was trapped in a tornado, and he almost couldn't breathe.
The Wind and Thunder Fist that Mo Da displayed was dozens of times more powerful than Mr. Mo Er's fist.
Each punch was accompanied by the faint sound of wind and thunder, and contained endless power. What surprised Ye Feng was that his flying sword, which could cut through iron like mud, could not pierce Mr. Mo Da's fist.
It’s not that he missed the stab, but Mr. Mo Da’s fist seemed to be wrapped in a kind of tangible true energy, which was harder than steel.
The tip of the flying sword was half an inch away from Mr. Mo Da's fist and could not penetrate. When Ye Feng wanted to increase his strength, Mr. Mo Da's fist was beside him.
That was the defensive barrier formed by the release of internal force, just like a layer of Qi shield wrapped around the whole body. No wonder the flying sword couldn't penetrate it.
Mr. Mo Da was calm and composed. His internal strength was like a mighty river, endless and condensed into an invisible air shield outside his body to defend against Ye Feng's flying sword.
The two fists attacked rapidly, so fast that they were like phantoms and could not be seen clearly.
If one only used the eyes to see, Ye Feng would probably have been crippled long ago. He relied on his sensitive telekinesis. Once the crazy pressure came upon him, he slipped away like a loach. Only the cloak on his body was lifted up by the crazy wind of the fists. The pair of fists like iron hammers could not hit him at all.
Ye Feng shuttled through the sky full of fist shadows, stepping on the Luoyan step, his figure was like a ghost, and his flying sword was like a meteor, attacking Mr. Mo Da's defensive true qi.
When the two men fought fiercely, the energy they released to each other was like surging waves, rushing in all directions.
The anti-collision foam installed around the stadium flew into the air, exploded strangely in mid-air, and became broken into pieces, falling down in a mess.
Without the protection of the anti-collision foam, the disciples watching outside the stadium would feel gusts of burning air, which made them unable to stand steadily and they would retreat one after another.
Ye Feng couldn't help but marvel at it. Mister Mo Da was indeed the supreme master of ancient martial arts in the previous session. His whole body was filled with internal energy like a raging wave, which was endless. He seemed to be on par with himself.
Mr. Mo Da's internal force shield made his flying sword hero useless.
In fact, if he could use the unique skill of Misty Rain Sword Technique, control the sword with Qi, and concentrate all the magic power on the flying sword, he would definitely be able to tear through Mr. Mo Da's Qi defense.
But now is not the time to use the Qi to control the sword. Ye Feng wanted to hold back, and that would be a bit unfair, so he put the flying sword back into his arms.
"Since Mr. Mo Da only uses fists, I won't use the sword anymore. I'll switch to fists too. This way it's fairer."
Seeing Ye Feng put the sword into his arms and abandon the sword to use his fist, Mr. Mo Da was a little confused. What did this kid want to do? Although he didn't understand Ye Feng's true intention, Mr. Mo Da felt a lot less pressure.
Although Ye Feng's flying sword did not tear through Mr. Mo Da's internal defense, it caused great pressure on Mr. Mo Da and greatly consumed his internal strength.
Mo Da was very surprised. He had used most of his famous Wind and Thunder Fist, but he couldn't even touch Ye Feng. He felt that if Ye Feng stabbed him a few more times, his internal defense would probably collapse.
Although Mr. Mo Da has reached the peak of the innate realm, the internal force in his dantian is like a raging sea, endless. If the internal force is released outward for a long time to form a defense, it will consume a lot of internal force.
Fortunately, Ye Feng took back the flying sword. Mr. Mo Da felt a little lucky. Did the chance to defeat Ye Feng come
The difference between Mr. Mo Da and Yue Zhuoqun is that he dare not hold back at all. No matter what kind of master he will face in the future, he will not think too much and will do his best to deal with Ye Feng.
A look of determination flashed in his eyes, his long robe fluttered without wind, and the true energy he released was twice as strong as before. He swung his fists in the air and hit Ye Feng.
Ye Feng felt like he was trapped in an endless tornado. The sky and earth were filled with thunder and lightning, and howling winds, making it hard for him to breathe.
A ray of divine power rose from the godhead, running rapidly, and a frenzied fighting spirit rose from his chest.
The first of the Thai King's four strikes is surge.
Boom! Ye Feng did not dodge this time. Instead, he faced Mr. Mo Da's fist like a hammer and punched it hard. It looked like he was forced into a corner and punched randomly.
The Four Strikes of the King of Thailand is a powerful martial art from the ancient gods. The power it exerts is unmatched by ordinary ancient warriors.
Seeing Ye Feng fighting him with his fists, an imperceptible joy flashed in Mr. Mo Da's eyes.
What Ye Feng is best at is the Wind and Thunder Fist. He should be used to using the sword. It is not wise to give up the sword and fight with fists halfway through.
If it weren't a competition, Mr. Mo Da really wanted to remind Ye Feng to stick to using the sword.
But this is an ancient martial arts competition, and I want to challenge Ye Feng's position as the champion, so how can I remind him
His fist collided fiercely with Ye Feng's fist, like two meteors falling at high speed, meeting in the universe. Both sides were evenly matched, and a shock wave like a raging storm spread out in all directions.
However, between his breaths, Mr. Mo Da's expression suddenly changed. He had not expected that the power in Ye Feng's seemingly random punch was like an endless tide, surging over him wave after wave.
The first wave of punches was not powerful enough to pose any threat to Mr. Mo Da's internal defense.
But Mr. Mo Da discovered that between one breath and another, the waves surged not just once, but at least several waves.
The potential of a ** came silently, growing stronger and stronger. When the wave reached the fifth and sixth waves, the force of the punch was like an overwhelming tidal wave, almost shattering his internal defense into pieces.