After Ye Feng performed the first of the Four Thai King Styles, Surge, Mr. Mo Da felt as if he was trapped in a vast ocean, with Ye Feng's fist power filling all directions.
Mr. Mo Da had no idea that Ye Feng's surge had been refined to the seventh level. Each surge would be superimposed with the power of the previous wave, so that by the seventh level, the accumulated power would be ten times that of the first level.
Mr. Mo Da's face turned pale, with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead. He felt the power of Ye Feng's fists, one wave after another, one wave higher than the other, which made him breathless and almost collapsed.
He had to retract his fist and dodge, not daring to take Ye Feng's punch head-on.
In the eyes of all the onlookers, Mr. Mo Da was fighting brilliantly, and his Wind and Thunder Fist was unstoppable, but when he faced Ye Feng, he ran away as if he had been electrocuted, which was incomprehensible.
A teasing smile appeared on Ye Feng's lips, and another punch came at him, forcing Mr. Mo Da to dodge hastily.
This caused cheers from the onlookers.
Outsiders cannot feel the tremendous pressure that Mr. Mo Da is experiencing, nor can they feel the overwhelming power of the first of the Thai King's four strikes.
Surge is not so much a move as it is a method of using energy, a unique martial art.
Ye Feng only recently figured out the idea of superimposing the surge to the seventh wave.
Ever since he encountered the strange black shadow in the cave, the spirit of the weapon left behind by the ancient demon clan, Ye Feng could never forget the fear that made him not even dare to think of resistance, the mental crushing.
This world seems calm, but in fact, there are undercurrents. If it weren't for the critical moment when the divine nature automatically triggered the will to fight and performed the fourth style of the Thai emperor's four styles, the overlapping burning, I am afraid that the top of Mount Hua would have been littered with corpses by now.
After that day, Ye Feng realized that his strength was still very weak and he needed to improve his cultivation.
In case the ancient demons return to the human world, the current forces of the ancient martial arts world will be unable to contend with them. He hopes that day will not come, but if that day really comes, he must be prepared for everything.
These days he has been studying the Four Strikes of the Thai Emperor, a unique martial art of the ancient gods. It is profound and mysterious. Although he has learned the basic moves, there are still many things to be discovered.
He can now practice the surge to the seventh level, which has made Mr. Mo Da unable to resist, but the seventh level surge is not the limit, and he can also practice it to the ninth level, or even more.
He felt that any martial arts was like this surge, without limits and endless.
Taoist Chongxu whispered to Zen Master Zhikong: "This kid's swordsmanship is exquisite, but his boxing moves are mediocre. Why doesn't Mr. Mo Da dare to take it?"
"Amitabha, I don't feel that his boxing skills are very sophisticated. The Wind and Thunder God Fist is the famous boxing style of Fangcun Mountain. Why does Mr. Mo Da always dodge? Is he intentionally letting this kid go?"
Jiang Yixiu and the other disciples of Yihua Palace were always worried. Ye Feng had been suppressed by Mr. Mo Da, but he was like an indestructible cockroach. He had been struggling in the fist shadows with Luo Yan Bu. At the critical moment, a random attack made Mr. Mo Da feel afraid and thus gained the upper hand.
The situation on the field reversed, causing the disciples of Yihua Palace to cheer happily together.
"Come on, Sect Master."
"Come on, Brother Ye. You will definitely win."
This ancient martial arts competition against the disciples of Yihua Palace was a kind of training for Ye Feng. Regardless of winning or losing, he gained very valuable experience.
Ye Feng has always wanted to try out the power of the Multiple Surges that he has just practiced. Today, he finally found a suitable opponent and discovered that this Multiple Surge has a biggest drawback.
The frequency of the multiple surge attacks was a bit slow. It took a breath to attack from the first level to the seventh level. If the frequency was faster, seven levels would surge in an instant, and Mr. Mo Da would probably not have a chance to dodge.
It is not so easy to increase the attack frequency. Ye Feng has been thinking about it for a day and has not found a good method. But now when fighting with Mr. Mo Da, a flash of inspiration passed through his mind, and he suddenly realized a way to speed up the surge frequency.
This is all thanks to Mr. Mo Da. Without the help of his superb Wind and Thunder Fist, we would not have found a way to increase the frequency of surge attacks.
Ye Feng changed the angle of his punch, strengthened the power of the first surge, and shouted excitedly: "Another surge."
Boom! There was a faint sound of wind and thunder in the stadium, like waves crashing against the shore. An invisible pressure surrounded Mr. Mo Da.
"Nine-fold surge."
With each increase in the surge level, the power increases exponentially. When the surge reaches the ninth level, the power of Ye Feng's surge is twenty times that of the first level.
Moreover, the attack frequency of the surge was twice as fast. Mr. Mo Da thought he could still dodge Ye Feng's punches like the previous times, but he didn't expect that the power of one of Ye Feng's punches was several times faster than before.
He felt that no matter which direction he hid, he could not escape, so he gritted his teeth and used the Wind and Thunder Fist to its limit. The wind and thunder surged, and he took Ye Feng's punch head-on.
He felt as if from all directions there were raging waves of energy hitting him like raindrops, and the power of his Wind and Thunder Fist was shattered on contact.
Waves of potential were like a violent storm, impacting his internal defense, especially the last wave of punches, which made him feel a fear as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.
He closed his eyes slowly and helplessly, accepting the failure calmly.
There was a buzzing sound, and the internal defense was shattered, but there was no pain. Everything was calm and even the spectators outside the stadium were silent.
He slowly opened his eyes, and Ye Feng's fist was only a little distance away from his chest.
Ye Feng put away his fist and said with a smile: "Mr. Mo Da, why don't you fight anymore? Are you letting me win on purpose?"
Mr. Mo Da smiled bitterly in his heart. It was not that he would not fight anymore, but that he simply did not have the strength to fight anymore.
He knew that Ye Feng had finally retracted his fist, leaving himself a little dignity.
Although he was defeated, Mo Da did not feel any resentment and was convinced.
He was even more amazed at Ye Feng's strange boxing style, which was different from any boxing style he had ever seen. The power of his punches could be stacked up layer by layer, making it impossible to defend against.
"Brother Ye, you are joking. How can I have the right to let you win? You are the one who should let me win. I, Mo Da, admit defeat. You win this round."
After saying that, Mr. Mo Da strode away from the stadium.
Elder Lu announced that Mr. Mo Da from Fangcun Mountain had failed in the challenge and Ye Feng was still the champion.
Cheers from the disciples of Yihua Palace came from outside the arena: "We won, Brother Ye won again."
"Brother Ye is still the champion."
"Come on, Brother Ye."
Taoist Chongxu and Zen Master Zhikong looked at each other with complicated expressions of surprise, confusion and worry. They all made a decision that if they went on stage to challenge Ye Feng later, they must use weapons and never fight Ye Feng barehanded.
(End of this chapter)