109: Chapter 109: A Hundred Fists of Fist!

This punch from Cao Ci was not only more ferocious in Fist Intent than the previous one, but also extremely fast!

In an instant, his figure arrived before Yang Simu, and he smashed down with a direct punch!

Yang Simu's feet hadn't even fully stabilized, and he didn't even have time to raise his arms to block.

He was sent flying backwards, crashing heavily against the city wall!

Yang Simu let out a muffled groan, forcibly swallowing a mouthful of blood that had surged up his throat.

However, Cao Ci didn't have it easy with this punch either.

The massive counter-shock force from the houzi armor transferred nearly seventy percent of the power back onto his own body!

On the other hand, Yang Simu was wearing the houzi armor, which blocked most of the force.

So with this punch, it could be said that Cao Ci dealt eight hundred damage to the enemy but suffered a thousand himself!

The young man in white's face was slightly flushed as he took another breath of a martial artist's pure True Qi.

In an instant, thunder seemed to rumble in the sky.

Cao Ci's punch struck like a bolt of lightning!

Yang Simu assumed a boxing stance, but suddenly closed his eyes.

At this moment, in his mind, the Great Wall of Sword Qi beneath his feet, the Wilderness World to the south, and the Sword Cultivators around the city wall all vanished.

Everything in Yang Simu's vision turned into black and white.

It was exactly his Dream Sword Practice!

No matter how fast Cao Ci's punches were, they were like punches thrown within Yang Simu's dream, clearly perceived by the latter.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

After several consecutive collisions, Cao Ci, who seemed to be punching incessantly and holding the upper hand, couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly.

To maintain this abundant Fist Intent, Cao Ci himself had to consume a large amount of martial artist True Qi.

Combined with his continuous punching, even a man of iron wouldn't be able to hold out!

"Ninety punches!" Yang Simu grinned and thought to himself.

Seeing Cao Ci across from him catching his breath and not continuing to punch, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Thinking of the bet Chu Ce had set up, Yang Simu immediately shouted loudly:

"Cao Ci, are you even a man? You're done already?"

"It's only been ninety punches. If you can't hit a hundred, I'll look down on you!"

Hearing this, Cao Ci looked up, his face seemingly inscribed with a line of words:

"I have never seen such a shameless person!"

The young man in white snorted coldly and said, "If you're so capable, why don't you take off that houzi armor and then say that to me?!"

Yang Simu chuckled, pretending not to hear.

On the city wall, a large group of Sword Cultivators were already cursing loudly!

Because they suddenly realized that Yang Simu had actually taken a full ninety punches from Cao Ci!

Yet more than half of the Sword Cultivators had bet on Cao Ci to win.

Although the odds were low, they thought they might at least earn enough for a few bowls of wine.

Some had guessed within three punches, some within ten, and so on.

But who could have imagined it would be a full ninety punches!

Although Yang Simu had basically relied on the houzi armor to endure the later half.

But to be fair, he could even produce so many dragon-slaying stones; was it really that strange for him to have a houzi armor on him?

Cao Ci suddenly took a deep breath and assumed the same boxing stance he had at the very beginning.

Yang Simu's pupils instantly narrowed into slits as he felt a pressure even greater than before!

At this moment, it felt as if Yang Simu was no longer facing just Cao Ci alone.

Instead, it was the guidance from Martial Dao Grandmasters Cao Ci had received on his martial path, the gifts of martial fortune earned from breaking through Realms with the title of "strongest" each time, and the favor of Fist Intent he had gained on the wall of the Great Wall of Sword Qi!

This moment represented Cao Ci's peak strength, without reservation!

Among the nearby Sword Cultivators watching the show, anyone below the Golden Core Stage felt an invisible pressure.

Generally speaking, at lower Realms, Qi Practitioners often suppressed martial artists.

Only upon reaching the Far-Travel Realm and Mountain Peak Realm could pure martial artists truly compete with the legendary Golden Core and Earth Immortals.

Someone like Cao Ci, who could suppress Cultivators below the Golden Core Stage with just the Aura of a Fourth Realm Martial Artist, was truly rare!

Before punching again, Cao Ci said in a low voice, "Yang Simu, if you can take ten more of my punches, I will admit defeat in this Fist-Questioning!"

As soon as he said this, Yang Simu waved his hands hurriedly. "No need, no need. Let's just call it a draw!"

"Anyway, I'll definitely win the second match of Fist-Questioning soon!"

Cao Ci snorted coldly, took several steps across the ground, and his fist was already before Yang Simu's face!

At this moment, the black and white scroll in his mind seemed to be torn apart by Cao Ci alone!

Yang Simu didn't dare to underestimate him in the slightest. He raised his newly recovered right fist and delivered a punch!

"Boom!"

A deafening explosion rang out.

Both sides retreated simultaneously, and then punched again at the same time!

The Sword Cultivators on the city wall had never imagined that a Fist-Questioning between two Fourth Realm Martial Artists could be so spectacular!

On the eighth punch, Yang Simu and Cao Ci both struck each other's foreheads!

On the ninth punch, they exchanged blows to the chest!

On the tenth punch, their fists collided once more!

"Crack!"

Yang Simu could clearly hear the crisp sound of his entire right arm dislocating!

He let out a muffled groan and retreated a dozen steps, coming to a halt only when his back pressed against the city wall.

Opposite him, Cao Ci also struggled to stabilize himself.

His face was slightly pale, but his eyes were exceptionally burning and full of spirit!

One thing Cao Ci used to worry about most was that at his same Realm, there was no longer anyone he could have a hearty Fist-Questioning with!

But now, he wouldn't think that way anymore.

Because Cao Ci had met Yang Simu!

Although Yang Simu wearing the houzi armor was technically a bit like cheating.

But if it were any other martial artist of the same Realm, they likely wouldn't have been able to take a full hundred of Cao Ci's punches!

Cao Ci slightly calmed the chaotic Qi Mechanism within his body.

Then, he stared at Yang Simu and said deeply:

"Yang Simu, to be able to make me use my full strength, you are the first person at the same Realm to do so!"

"The honor is mine!" Yang Simu smiled brightly.

Cao Ci didn't want to waste words and said directly, "The second match of Fist-Questioning will still be here. You decide the time!"

Yang Simu thought for a moment and then said with a smile, "Let's set the time for fifteen days from now!"

"And when the time comes, I won't wear this houzi armor again."

Cao Ci's brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't say anything more, turning around and leaving.

Watching the back of the young man in white as he left, the many Sword Cultivators on the wall finally snapped out of it.

However, their faces were all long, and they were sighing and groaning.

The reason was simple: almost everyone had lost money!

Many male Sword Cultivators were cursing under their breath, looking at Yang Simu with more or less resentment in their eyes.

However, those young female Sword Cultivators, even if they had lost money, still looked at Yang Simu with smiles that were soul-stirring.

Yang Simu retracted the houzi armor, and immediately spat out a large mouthful of dark red blood.

Xiao Bai cried out in alarm, and in a flash, she was at Yang Simu's side.

She reached out her arms, which were like jade lotus roots, to support her Young Master.

"Young Master, are you alright?" the woman asked, her willow-like brows tightly knit with worry.