251: Chapter 250 Who among you wants to give this a try?

"But I feel that after defeating you in a moment, that's when I'll truly feel proud!"

No joy could be seen on Marquis Chu's face; he simply clenched his fists tightly.

A speck of blood-red appeared in the center of his pupils, rapidly staining his entire eyeballs.

At the same time, his originally tall and burly body actually began to slowly shrink; after a few breaths, he had directly shrunk by a size.

His originally bulging muscles seemed to be violently compressed by an invisible giant hand, resulting in iron-cast-like ridges of muscle. Just from his outward appearance, he even looked somewhat lean.

However, standing opposite him, Mo Ning's eyelids began to twitch uncontrollably.

"This guy..." Mo Ning's pupils constricted slightly, an ominous premonition faintly rising in his heart. "Is he re-compressing all the power of his Physical Body?"

He knew all too well what this implied.

Under the suppression of the Shenyun Realm's rules, many Cultivators turned to researching how to improve their physical strength. However, true experts who understood the path of physical combat would begin reverse compression after their body reached a certain critical point.

They would press that outward-radiating power back into their muscles and bones, into every inch of flesh and blood.

In this way, while they looked lean on the outside, every inch of muscle and every bone contained power far more terrifying than before.

This bald guy certainly didn't seem simple!

But even so, it was impossible for him to lose!

Mo Ning took a deep breath, the contempt in his eyes completely dissipating.

He bent down, lowering his center of gravity, his hands hanging naturally at his sides. His entire being was like a taut longbow.

A faint green light emerged from Mo Ning's arms, covering his hands as if they were two drooping willow branches.

But the members of the Silver Sand Army who were familiar with Mo Ning knew that his current state meant he had entered a life-and-death combat mode.

"Come!" Mo Ning barked. His voice had lost some of its effeminacy and gained a bit of solemnity.

Marquis Chu didn't waste words.

His feet slammed into the ground, and he shot toward Mo Ning like an arrow leaving a bow!

This time, his speed was even faster than before!

Though his frame had shrunk, his explosive power had instead increased several times over!

Mo Ning's gaze became increasingly flat as he slowly exhaled. His body twisted like a snake again, and the green light on his hands flared up. His two arms were like two green soft whips, lashing out violently toward Marquis Chu!

Marquis Chu neither dodged nor avoided them, actually meeting them head-on!

Boom!

Fist and palm collided, producing a dull, thunderous sound.

Marquis Chu's fist smashed into Mo Ning's arm; the green light shuddered violently, actually neutralizing most of the force. Simultaneously, Mo Ning's arm acted like a vine, attempting to coil around Marquis Chu's arm once more.

But this time, Marquis Chu gave him no chance.

Marquis Chu's arm shook violently, and the power compressed to its limit exploded in that instant!

Mo Ning's expression changed as his coiling arm was directly blown away by that violent force!

Meanwhile, Marquis Chu's other fist had already become like an iron hammer, whistling through the air as it smashed toward Mo Ning's chest!

Mo Ning's body twisted again, barely dodging the punch, but the wind from the fist grazed his lapel, tearing a hole in it.

"What overbearing fist force!" Mo Ning was secretly alarmed.

But he didn't retreat. The green light on his hands, like two venomous snakes, stabbed toward Marquis Chu's temples from both sides simultaneously!

If this strike landed, even Marquis Chu would certainly not have an easy time.

However, Marquis Chu's reaction was even further beyond Mo Ning's expectations.

He didn't dodge; instead, he lowered his head and used his shiny bald scalp to slam violently into Mo Ning's hands!

"Madman!" Mo Ning couldn't help but curse.

If this collision connected solidly, his hands would certainly be injured, but Marquis Chu's head would also definitely suffer.

This style of trading injuries and risking one's life wasn't a spar at all; it was a life-and-death struggle!

Mo Ning hurriedly changed the direction of his hands, not daring to go head-to-head with Marquis Chu's skull.

But at the moment he changed his move, a successful smile curled at the corner of Marquis Chu's mouth.

His body lunged forward, and like a wild bull, he slammed his shoulder hard into Mo Ning's chest!

"Oh no!"

Warning bells rang in Mo Ning's heart. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late.

Marquis Chu's right palm thrust out from his waist. There was no light flowing on that palm, only pure, naked physical strength.

But that power was as heavy as a thousand tons!

Boom!

The palm struck Mo Ning's chest.

Mo Ning felt an overwhelming force surge in from his chest. That power directly penetrated the green light on his body's surface and slammed hard against his internal organs.

His body smashed violently into the ground of the Martial Arts Stage.

Rubbles flew, and dust filled the air.

Mo Ning lay in the human-shaped crater he had smashed into, his chest in agonizing pain and his blood churning. For a moment, he was actually unable to move.

His expression became somewhat unstable.

Lost?

He had actually lost?

Below the stage, all the spectating Silver Sand Army soldiers fell into a dead silence at this moment.

The fourteen Squad Leaders, including Lv Yang, also widened their eyes at this moment, looking at Mo Ning lying on the stage unable to get up, seemingly in complete disbelief.

Marquis Chu didn't look at the reaction below the stage.

He just slowly withdrew his palm, looked down at the bruises on his body, and grinned.

That smile was still the simple, honest one that showed his big white teeth.

But now, no one thought this smile belonged to a pushover anymore.

"You lost."

Mo Ning lay in the crater, his hands still trembling slightly—not because of his injuries, but because of his unwillingness.

Today, he had actually been defeated by a newcomer from the Lower Realm?

Shame.

It was simply a great humiliation.

But...

Mo Ning closed his eyes and took a deep breath, suppressing the churning blood in his chest.

"Alright, get up, Captain Mo Ning! This time I only won by luck thanks to my Sect's Secret Technique. If we fought again, I might not necessarily win!" Marquis Chu's voice suddenly came.

Mo Ning slowly opened his eyes and saw the hand Marquis Chu had extended.

The other party had defeated him, yet there was no mockery, no ridicule—only a pure respect between Martial Artists.

Mo Ning was silent for a moment.

Finally, he sighed, reached out, and grasped Marquis Chu's hand.

Marquis Chu pulled hard, lifting Mo Ning off the ground.

Mo Ning stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and looked at Marquis Chu with a complicated gaze.

"A loss is a loss; there's no such thing as luck!" Mo Ning said with a frown. "I didn't expect you to actually dare use such a life-risking fighting style. Are you really not afraid of death?"

He recalled Marquis Chu's fighting style just now; it was simply like a madman's.

With that kind of style, a slight mistake would mean both sides suffering.

Hearing this, Marquis Chu reached out and rubbed his smooth bald head, laughing confidently. "Don't worry, I'm thick-skinned and tough-fleshed; I won't die. At most, I'd be seriously injured."

He spoke lightly, as if being seriously injured was just a common occurrence for him.

Mo Ning's mouth twitched.

Thick-skinned and tough-fleshed?

Won't die?

At most seriously injured?

Just what kind of monster had this guy popped out from?

By the side of the stage, Xia Jin watched this scene, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

Meanwhile, Commander Qisong folded his arms, the smile on his face deepening.

He turned his head to glance at the Squad Leaders below the stage whose expressions were quite colorful, and spoke calmly.

"There is one more over here who also wants to ask for guidance from you Squad Leaders. Who among you wants to try?"

His gaze swept over the Squad Leaders and finally landed on Lv Yang, who was still fiddling with his walnuts.

After seeing Commander Qisong's gaze, Lv Yang couldn't help but frown, and the walnuts in his hand stopped moving.

Among the fifteen Squad Leaders of the Silver Sand Army, his, Lv Yang's, strength was undeniably number one! From Commander Qisong's intent, it seemed he wanted him to step up and test this kid's strength?

His gaze passed over Marquis Chu and landed on the purple-haired youth at the edge of the stage.