However, just as he was about to collide with Chen Xiaobei, he suddenly froze, vaguely seeing Chen Xiaobei in the midst of countless fist shadows, looking at him with disdain and arrogance.
Then, he didn’t make many moves, rely raised his hand and punched simply.
Facing his vast offensive, he only delivered one move.
One move to defeat ?
This punch is the culmination of thirty years of skill; can you handle it?
Iron Fist Ancestor charged furiously, colliding his punch with Chen Xiaobei’s fiercely!
A loud boom sounded, and dust flew everywhere in the scene!
Iron Fist Ancestor’s hideous smile suddenly stiffened; he looked down dumbly but saw a pale hand firmly gripping his neck.
In disbelief, he raised his eyes and saw Chen Xiaobei smilingly saying: "Who dared to show off with insignificant skills just now?"
The scene fell silent for a mont.
Everyone was shocked to see Iron Fist Ancestor’s burly body being held by the neck by Chen Xiaobei, lifted high with both feet off the ground.
Iron Fist Ancestor’s face turned bright red; his gaze toward Chen Xiaobei was filled with shock and fear! His mind went blank, and he could only rember Chen Xiaobei’s contemptuous smile and that smoke-free claw.
That one punch seed to unravel all the secrets of the Mountain Shaking Fist!
With just a move, it effortlessly dismantled decades of power, making it seem so childish and shallow.
It seed as if Chen Xiaobei spent hundreds of years imrsed in the Mountain Shaking Fist!
Now, in his mind, Chen Xiaobei’s casual remark echoed continuously.
"Who is showing off with insignificant skills now?"
His face was filled with fear!
As the scene unfolded, the place imdiately erupted in uproar!
"No, no! How could Chen Xiaobei win? How could he break Iron Fist Ancestor’s Mountain Shaking Fist?"
He Yongkun was shocked beyond belief; he didn’t understand martial arts and abruptly looked at Zhao Qingshan, seeking an explanation.
"Didn’t you say Iron Fist Ancestor was the master of Mountain Shaking Fist? Didn’t you say his rank could crush Chen Xiaobei? How did he lose? How did Chen Xiaobei win?"
Faced with He Yongkun’s rapid questioning, Zhao Qingshan, equally shocked, felt his expression turn exceedingly ugly.
He couldn’t answer these questions!
This situation also completely took him by surprise.
"Chen Xiaobei isn’t Earth-rank Eighth Grade; he, like the Ancestor, has broken through to the Third Grade of the Heavenly Rank..."
Finally, Zhao Qingshan could only say with a difficult expression; earlier, Chen Xiaobei’s punch was swift but undoubtedly revealed the power of the Heavenly Rank Third Grade!
"That’s still not right! Even if it’s the sa Heavenly Rank Third Grade, but that’s still Mountain Shaking Fist! Iron Fist Ancestor practiced it his entire life! How could he lose so easily! How could Chen Xiaobei’s Mountain Shaking Fist be so refined!"
Elder Ming’s shock was more profound than others.
Among the people present, perhaps he was the most knowledgeable about the Mountain Shaking Fist because he had previously sparred with Iron Fist Ancestor; in his view, the Ancestor had mastered it to a proficient degree.
It would be ridiculous to say Chen Xiaobei could use Mountain Shaking Fist to defeat Iron Fist Ancestor!
But Chen Xiaobei’s punch shattered all his understanding!
Chen Xiaobei achieved almost an impossible feat!
His Mountain Shaking Fist had reached the pinnacle, even more refined than Iron Fist Ancestor’s.
Ye Shanhe was dumbfounded; he turned suddenly and stared intently at Zhao Qingshan, teeth clenched as he said: "Now, give an explanation!"
"Why did Chen Xiaobei win!"
As his voice fell, the overwhelming anger in his eyes was like a volcano about to erupt, restrained no longer.
This pressure made Zhao Qingshan sweat coldly on his forehead as he said: "I, I didn’t know Chen Xiaobei specialized in Mountain Shaking Fist; I miscalculated..."
"Miscalculated? So you let my reputation be tainted in all of Songshan?"
This answer clearly didn’t satisfy Ye Shanhe; his fury erupted completely, with veins bulging as he roared.
Zhao Qingshan’s expression turned indescribably pale; though he was the Imperial Guard General, he couldn’t withstand the imnse pressure given by Ye Shanhe.
Fortunately, Elder Ming gave Chen Xiaobei a deep look and then slowly spoke: "This kid is very sly; turns out he not only has refined footwork but also specializes in Mountain Shaking Fist; that’s his confidence..."
"He hid too well; it’s normal Zhao General didn’t foresee it."
Zhao Qingshan was relieved to hear this, looking gratefully at Elder Ming.
Then he glared at Chen Xiaobei, bitterly resentful; because this kid hid too deeply, he got angry from Shenhe’s ire!
Chen Xiaobei, why couldn’t you obediently die already?!
His eyes surged with anger, wishing he could personally step in to kill Chen Xiaobei!
Elder Ming softly asked: "Master Shan, should we use a backup plan?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Shanhe’s face slightly darkened as he nodded.
Elder Ming’s face lit up on hearing this.
And Ye Shanhe raised his eyes, fixedly staring at Chen Xiaobei; he originally thought Chen Xiaobei was a pawn, who knew the pawn would leap forth, fiercely slapping him in front of everyone!
"Chen Xiaobei, you truly deserve to die..."
His gaze was like an abyss, attempting to engulf Chen Xiaobei!
anwhile, Qin Shihua was also speechless, her lips parting slightly in shock: "Chen Xiaobei won?!"
Qin Zhengyang’s expression was also dark as he watched Chen Xiaobei lift Iron Fist Ancestor by the neck:
"The fish bit the hook yet snapped it off, Ye Shanhe, how did you handle this?"
He had accurately managed Chen Xiaobei’s action, waiting for him to fall into the trap.
Despite all calculations, he hadn’t calculated Chen Xiaobei would truly win!
"His Mountain Shaking Fist isn’t simple; no wonder he dodged Iron Fist Ancestor so easily..."
Chang Rong frowned: "Seems the actual showing off was Iron Fist Ancestor!"
"He won, but that doesn’t an he can survive! Ye Shanhe won’t let it rest easily, keep watching!"
Qin Zhengyang looked at Ye Shanhe with a grim expression, growing restless inside.
He had been worried Chen Xiaobei would be killed too quickly, not giving himself the chance to rescue him.
Now this victory disrupted his plans, giving him a sensation of being toyed by Chen Xiaobei!
Ye Shanhe, you must not disappoint this ti.
In a ward at Songshan First Hospital, Zhao Zichuan dashed a cup on the ground, smashing it to pieces!
"Damn! Why did he win, how could he win, Iron Fist Ancestor you worthless scum, you’re better off dead!"
His angry roar echoed down the corridor, filled with boundless rage.
Feng Yuanyuan felt fearful, not daring to provoke him, hurriedly comforting: "Don’t worry, since Master Shan stepped in, he certainly has a backup plan!"
"Chen Xiaobei will definitely die! He’s provoked Master Shan!"
Tang Muchuan, witnessing the scene, though shocked, inwardly felt rescued like a drowning person, exhaled deeply, but also grimaced as she said: "Yuanyuan is right, that scourge will definitely die today; it’s only a matter of ti!"
"Damn it, give the phone, I’ll ask my father to personally co to kill him!"
Zhao Zichuan almost lost his reason in rage, throwing everything beside him to the ground!
He had prepared to watch Chen Xiaobei be slowly tortured to death.
Yet Chen Xiaobei won!
He held in a mouthful of blood, nearly spitting it from anger!
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