128: A group of monsters

Facing Chen Pingan's unpretentious but immensely powerful punch, Lu Miaomiao finally moved.

She did not retreat, nor did she make any unnecessary movements.

She simply raised her right arm, her slender arm horizontally in front of her, precisely blocking Chen Pingan's fist.

“Bang!”

A muffled thud exploded in the Martial Arts Training Ground.

Everyone saw Chen Pingan's Mountain-Shaking Fist, capable of moving mountains, being firmly blocked by that fair arm.

Under the immense impact, the bluestone slabs beneath Lu Miaomiao's feet cracked inch by inch, and spiderweb-like fissures spread outwards.

But she herself remained motionless.

The Nine Revolutions Body Tempering Art she Cultivated focused on extreme internalizing of power, transforming immense force into nothingness.

Chen Pingan's Mountain-Shaking Fist, on the other hand, was purely fierce and overbearing, using brute force to overcome skill.

Two completely different Body Refining Cultivation Techniques collided directly at this moment.

After blocking the punch, Lu Miaomiao did not hesitate. Her body twisted at an incredible angle, and her right leg, with a whistling sound, delivered a sharp whip kick that swept directly towards Chen Pingan's side waist.

Fast!

Too fast!

Chen Pingan's pupils suddenly contracted. He tensed his waist and abdomen, leaning back, narrowly dodging the attack.

The wind from her leg brushed past his nose, the strong gust stinging his cheek.

Missing her target, Lu Miaomiao did not stop.

Chen Pingan's Battle Intent was fully ignited, and his Fist Intent grew even stronger.

“Again!”

He roared, throwing both fists, their shadows intertwining, enveloping Lu Miaomiao's vital points.

This time, Lu Miaomiao did not choose to block or dodge.

She also swung her fists, meeting him head-on.

From her small frame, a terrifying power of Qi and blood erupted, completely contrary to her appearance.

“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!”

A series of dense collision sounds merged into one.

In the center of the Martial Arts Training Ground, the two figures were so fast they were almost indistinguishable, only the rings of Qi waves erupting from their colliding fists and feet could be seen.

Each collision made the students below the stage feel their hearts clench.

“Oh my god… Is this the battle between the first and second best in our academy's Refining System?”

“Is this even a scene that humans can create? I feel like they could punch me into a pulp!”

“So violent, so thrilling!”

Liu Lian, in the crowd, watched with boiling blood, shouting at the top of his lungs.

“Awesome! This is the kind of battle real men should watch!”

He excitedly nudged Xie Wangsheng beside him.

“Hey, Old Xie, seriously, if you were to face either of them, what are your chances of winning?”

Xie Wangsheng calmly watched the battle on the stage, his eyes behind his glasses flashing rapidly, seemingly performing some complex calculations.

After a moment, he slowly spoke.

“If I am given enough time to set up in advance, arranging Formations and traps.”

“Seventy percent.”

“If it's a sudden encounter, without any preparation, a direct head-on clash.”

Xie Wangsheng pushed up his glasses, giving an answer that sent a chill down Liu Lian's spine.

“I have no chance of winning.”

Fang Yuan, beside him, also nodded heavily, his face full of solemnity.

“My situation is similar to Wangsheng's.”

“Although my lightning Dao has strong destructive power, it requires a bit of time to channel. If I'm approached by Body Cultivators of their level, I won't even have a chance to cast a spell.”

Liu Lian listened, nodded thoughtfully, and said nothing more.

Although he usually liked to boast and show off, he knew his limits.

Even formidable individuals like Xie Wangsheng and Fang Yuan said so, so if he went up there, it would probably be a one-punch affair.

Han Li, seeing that Liu Lian only asked Xie Wangsheng and Fang Yuan, leaving him out, immediately became unhappy.

He nudged Liu Lian with his elbow.

“Hey! What do you mean?”

“Why don't you ask me?”

Liu Lian gave him a sidelong glance and said with a look as if he were looking at an idiot.

“Ask you?”

“What's there to ask?”

“Your petty Talisman drawing skills are useless against those two.”

“They'd punch you, and you'd be sent flying before you even pulled out your Talisman paper.”

Han Li's face instantly flushed red.

“Nonsense!”

“My hand speed is very fast! And I also have defensive Talismans!”

He stuck out his neck, wanting to retort, wanting to say that he still had many hidden treasures he hadn't used.

But just as he spoke halfway, he subconsciously glanced at the arena.

“Boom!”

Just then, Lu Miaomiao and Chen Pingan on the stage completed another fierce punch.

Their two fists collided, and the erupting Qi waves even lifted several bluestone slabs from the edge of the stage.

Chen Pingan retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard ground.

Lu Miaomiao, for the first time, slid back half a meter before stabilizing her posture.

Looking at this world-shattering scene, Han Li's remaining words were all caught in his throat, unable to utter a single sound.

The slight indignation he had just felt was completely extinguished by the aftershock of that punch.

He opened his mouth, and finally could only mutter resentfully under his breath.

“Damn it… a bunch of monsters…”