130: Chapter 130: Testing Fist Skills on the City Wall, Fifth-Level Martial Artist!

Cao Ci narrowed his eyes at Yang Simu and said coldly, "Yang Simu, enough talk!"

"I have been waiting for this Fist-Questioning for nearly a month. I hope you won't disappoint me!"

Yang Simu curled his lips slightly and crooked his finger at Cao Ci.

In an instant, the white-clad youth moved like a leopard. With a violent stomp, he reached Yang Simu's front in just two steps!

Cao Ci threw a punch!

Yang Simu's expression was calm; compared to the first time he engaged in Fist-Questioning with Cao Ci, he seemed like a different person.

He stepped back slightly, seemingly barely dodging Cao Ci's punch, but in reality, he had already anticipated his opponent's punching trajectory!

In the countless battles of Dream Practice, Yang Simu had seen Cao Ci's punches at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand!

Moreover, what Yang Simu observed was not just Cao Ci's punching trajectory, but every subtle change in his muscles, even a look in his eyes or a frown!

Having missed with his punch, Cao Ci kicked out fiercely!

Yang Simu raised his hand to protect his waist and gently guided with both hands, sending Cao Ci flying backward!

The white-clad youth retreated three steps before steadying his body.

He looked up at Yang Simu, his face filled with shock.

"This... how is this possible?!" Cao Ci asked in shock.

In every previous Fist-Questioning with other martial artists, Cao Ci had always held the upper hand.

However, when facing Yang Simu, Cao Ci felt as if he were being led by the nose!

Yang Simu's expression remained indifferent, and he crooked his finger again.

Cao Ci refused to believe it. He decided to stop holding back and unleashed his full strength!

Gritting his teeth, his figure moved as fast as thunder, and on the Great Wall of Sword Qi, his Fist Intent surged!

Yang Simu nodded slightly and finally threw his first punch!

A punch to shake the mountains!

"Boom!"

Everyone watching, provided they were below the Earth Immortal Realm, felt a constant buzzing in their ears!

Although Cao Ci's punches were as fast as lightning, Yang Simu's Moves countered him perfectly!

It wasn't as if Cao Ci hadn't encountered martial artists who deliberately studied his boxing style in an attempt to defeat him.

However, a martial artist's punch is never just about the Moves; it's about that spirit!

Cao Ci could naturally change his punching trajectory to make those martial artists walk right into a trap.

But when facing Yang Simu, Cao Ci felt as if he were caught in a giant net, unable to escape!

No matter how he changed his punches, Yang Simu could always break them with a single strike!

"Boom!"

Yang Simu's fist slammed into Cao Ci's forehead, sending him flying backward with his head tilted back!

Cao Ci landed on his feet, his forehead red and swollen.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Instead of being dejected, his eyes burned even brighter!

The white-clad youth's chest heaved violently. While keeping a wary eye on Yang Simu, he was the first to draw a fresh breath of True Qi.

Opposite him, Yang Simu raised his hand and held up five fingers, signaling there were five punches left.

The spectators were all shocked.

During the last Fist-Questioning, Cao Ci had completely suppressed Yang Simu.

However, in just under a month, Yang Simu had already pressured Cao Ci into having to replenish his True Qi early!

And that was only after five punches!

This change was nothing short of massive!

"Hey, could Yang Simu really defeat Cao Ci within ten punches?" a young Sword Cultivator asked in astonishment.

"Yang Simu said earlier that he'd bet on deciding the winner within ten punches. I didn't believe it then, but now I'm starting to regret it."

An older Golden Core Stage Sword Cultivator shook his head and said:

"Yang Simu looks impressive now, but is Cao Ci lacking?"

"Don't you know that Cao Ci's Master is the Female Martial God of the Central Divine Continent—Pei Bei!"

"As Pei Bei's favorite Disciple, Cao Ci must have some ace up his sleeve!"

...

On the edge of the city wall in the distance, Fatty Yan watched the two on the battlefield and muttered to himself in shock:

"This past month, has Brother Yang been practicing swordsmanship with the Grand Sword Immortal, or has he been secretly practicing boxing?"

"His boxing Moves have improved so quickly!"

Chen Sanqiu sighed, "If I had known Brother Yang's boxing was this powerful, I should have bet another Minor Heat Coin."

Dong the Charcoal remained expressionless and said nothing.

Die Zhang hugged her Great Sword, and laughed happily, "I bet three Minor Heat Coins just now. Based on the odds at the time, I should be able to win one or two Minor Heat Coins!"

Upon hearing this, the Straw-sandaled youth, who had been staring intently at the battlefield, suddenly brightened and asked in surprise, "You can make money by betting on this?!"

Ning Yao's lips curled up slightly.

Sure enough, Chen Pingan's money-grubbing Heart-Nature hadn't changed.

On the other side, a handsome young man with a demon-binding rope around his waist grinned and said, "That's nothing!"

"Back in the Lizhu Blessed Land, Brother Yang was trading blows evenly with that Mountain-Moving Old Ape from Zhengyang Mountain!"

"However, I heard that Yuan Zhenye was killed at the entrance of Zhengyang Mountain!"

"I just don't know what kind of hero could pull off such a feat!"

After Yang Simu's Sword Inquiry at Zhengyang Mountain, Sect Master Zhu Huang had tried his best to suppress the spread of the news.

Zhengyang Mountain forbade any Sect from mentioning this matter in Mirror Flower Water Moon or Landscape Intelligence, otherwise, it would be considered a Sword Inquiry against Zhengyang Mountain!

Most of the Immortals on the mountain who knew about this had received a generous hush-money payment.

Therefore, this matter quickly disappeared from the public eye in the East Baoping Continent.

Only in private would people talk about it.

Therefore, Jiang Yun did not know that the Sword Cultivator who had conducted the Sword Inquiry at Zhengyang Mountain was Yang Simu himself!

Xiao Bai and Wang Zhu turned to look at Jiang Yun at the same time, both wearing ambiguous smiles.

Jiang Yun's expression was a bit strange, but he returned a smile.

On the city wall, Cao Ci set up his boxing stance again.

The Fist Intent on his body surged instantly!

Above in the sky, the sea of clouds churned, and layers of Fist Intent stacked onto Cao Ci's body!

Yang Simu narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Over this past month, Cao Ci had not been without progress.

Besides his physique becoming tougher and his Divine Soul more refined, he had mastered two new types of Fist Intent!

However, so what?

Yang Simu sprinted forward and threw a punch at Cao Ci!

The Fist Intent on Cao Ci's body condensed entirely into his right fist, and he met Yang Simu's punch with a heavy blow of his own!

"Rumble!"

On the city wall, it sounded like a thunderclap!

Seeing this, the few martial artists watching couldn't help but exclaim:

"The Fist-Questioning between these two Fourth Realm Martial Artists, Yang Simu and Cao Ci, has an Aura no weaker than that of a young Grandmaster who has already forged a Heros Courage!"

Yang Simu wanted to press his advantage and slam another punch into Cao Ci's face.

However, at this very moment, Cao Ci had actually achieved a Breakthrough!

He broke through from the first level of Qi Refining for martial artists, the Heroic Soul, to the second level, the Mighty Soul!

Even though Cao Ci was forced into the Breakthrough and did not receive the best martial luck blessing of the Fourth Realm.

However, a Fifth Realm is a Fifth Realm; his strength had instantly risen to a new level!

Seeing Yang Simu's punch coming toward him, Cao Ci's pupils constricted, and he threw a punch to block it.

Immediately afterward, he followed up with a kick aimed at Yang Simu's left temple!