Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 823 - 824 Out of Control

Jin Buer strode towards Yang Fei.

He was in his forties, with a burly physique and a bristling beard.

His body radiated Essence Qi, burning hot like fire, his head surging with Essence Qi straight up to the sky.

At the sight of Jin Buer's aura, everyone was imdiately awe-struck.

The Martial Arts Realm of Jin Buer had already reached the peak of Strength Transformation, just one step away from Core Formation to Divine Communication.

This level of martial arts skill, even among the nine Martial Arts Holy Lands filled with masters, was outstanding.

No wonder he dared to boldly challenge Yang Fei.

Yang Fei also nodded slightly.

The martial arts of Jin Buer, in today's civilized society where fighting and injuring others is prohibited, was already extrely rare.

National Arts were originally techniques for killing, and without undergoing thousands of tempering battlefield duels, it was very difficult to stimulate one's ntal strength and break through martial arts realms.

Hence, in today's society, the Underworld is filled with experts engaged in fierce battles, and even so martial artists at the legendary Core Formation to Divine Communication realm exist.

However, in mainstream society, achieving Jin Buer's level in martial arts was already extrely rare.

Jin Buer walked up to Yang Fei, and according to the Mortal World rules, t his palm.

Then, he let out a loud shout, his fist thunderously crashed towards Yang Fei's chest.

Yang Fei's left shoulder was injured, his left hand behind his back.

He swiped his right hand lightly, deflecting Jin Buer's punch.

Jin Buer only felt that Yang Fei's palm had a huge adhesive force, pulling him off balance, and was instantly shocked.

He imdiately lowered his waist and fixed his stance to stabilize himself, but who knew Yang Fei would strike with an effortless palm, as fast as lightning.

Jin Buer was startled, raising both hands to block Yang Fei's single palm.

Bang!

A massive impact echoed, and Jin Buer felt a trendous force, surging like a tide.

His body involuntarily fell back.

Jin Buer retreated two steps, struggling to stabilize himself.

Just as he was about to lunge forward, he felt another wave of Yang Fei's unstoppable palm strength, forcing him to retreat three more steps.

Using all his strength, he finally dispelled Yang Fei's second wave of palm force.

He wanted to charge again, but imdiately the third wave of palm strength ca, making Jin Buer retreat two steps further.

Thus, Jin Buer retreated and retreated.

From the center of the hall, he retreated all the way to the crowd, still unable to stabilize, staggering and wobbling like a drunkard.

The other Grandmasters of Martial Arts were puzzled.

Why did Jin Buer retreat continuously, what was going on?

Jin Buer was about to fall onto a side table.

The two disciples behind Qixing Pavilion Master Song Renxing leapt forward.

They pushed Jin Buer's back.

Bang!

The two disciples felt an imnse force emanating from Jin Buer.

They were knocked to the ground as if by a charging elephant.

And Jin Buer fell onto the table, narrowly avoiding a fall, barely saving his dignity as a Grandmaster.

At this, everyone was stunned.

No wonder Jin Buer retreated continuously; he couldn't dispel Yang Fei's effortless palm strike.

Yang Fei stood in place, also quite pleased.

Since reaching Core Formation to Divine Communication, the power of Elephant Shock had increased considerably.

The seven lanes of Elephant Shock had turned into eight, and the power had doubled, becoming even more formidable.

Yang Fei didn't want to hurt anyone; the palm strike earlier used only eighty percent of his strength.

Jin Buer's face turned beet red, almost purple.

He couldn't believe that his martial arts skills honed over half his life couldn't withstand even a single palm from Yang Fei.

He panted heavily, feeling a sharp pain in his lungs, his heart filled with fear.

This young man in his twenties was incredibly powerful!

Yang Fei looked at Jin Buer with a smile, waving him over.

"How about it, Master Jin, do you want to continue?"

Jin Buer regulated his breathing, let out a loud shout, and flashed towards Yang Fei again.

Jin Buer knew well that he wasn't a match for Yang Fei.

But with his feet in the circle and unable to follow up, he wouldn't be without a chance to win.

This ti, Jin Buer used all his strength.

His fists and legs were like a storm, crackling in the air, their montum astonishing.

Yang Fei still parried with one hand, effortlessly waving it, unperturbed.

He simply neutralized Jin Buer's attacks.

This demonstrated to all the superiority of their skills.

In just a dozen more moves, Jin Buer would surely be defeated.

Jin Buer felt that Yang Fei's single palm had an imnsely heavy adhesive force.

His palm force seed light, but it gradually restricted his movents and steps.

In the heat of the battle, as Jin Buer struck towards Yang Fei with one palm, it was lightly deflected by Yang Fei, his palm force redirected.

Jin Buer stumbled to the left with Yang Fei's palm force, taking an extra step.

With that step, Jin Buer could no longer maintain his footing.

He felt as if he had fallen into an endless mire, the more he struggled, the more his body was uncontrollably absorbed by Yang Fei's palm force.

Everyone watched as Jin Buer's body swayed left and right, completely out of control, exchanging looks of horror.

This was just under Yang Fei's single palm; what if he used both hands?

Song Renxing of Qixing Pavilion had been attentively observing Yang Fei's palm techniques and had an epiphany.

He shouted from afar, "Is the Hierarch using the Great Mount Suru Palm?"

Yang Fei laughed aloud, "Indeed, it is the Great Mount Suru Palm."

"Everyone, co at together and see if this Hierarch is worthy or not?"

Hearing Yang Fei's words, though shocked by his technique, many felt humiliated by this disdain.

Song Renxing's face turned grim.

The Great Mount Suru Palm was a peerless technique of Yinxue Tower, and Yang Fei using it showed his close ties with Yinxue Tower.

Nevertheless, the reputation of the nine Martial Arts Holy Lands mustn't be entirely tarnished like this.

Song Renxing slowly stepped into the hall, clasping his fists in salute to Yang Fei.

"Please, Hierarch, instruct us!"

At this mont, Jin Buer was completely enveloped by Yang Fei's single palm, unable to regain control.

If this were a life-and-death duel, ten Jin Buers would be dead.

Yang Fei nodded slightly, "Very well, co at together."

Song Renxing steadied himself, first defending his position, then striking towards Yang Fei with a palm.

Yang Fei effortlessly deflected, catching Song Renxing's fist.

anwhile, Jin Buer, like a drunkard, stumbled out of the circle.

He felt the world spinning, collapsing onto the ground.

The enormous rotating force kept him from stabilizing himself.

His body continued spinning like a top.

Song Renxing exchanged just two moves with Yang Fei before lanting bitterly.

Though Yang Fei only wielded one palm, the force was imnsely substantial.

After just two exchanges, Song Renxing felt overwheld.

Yang Fei's palm forces swirled like huge ocean waves, rotating rapidly.

Song Renxing was like a small boat in a raging sea, struggling to steer, but gradually drifting towards the vortex's center.

Song Renxing knew well that another two moves and he would, like Jin Buer, completely lose control.

In desperation, he shouted loudly.

"Competing for Leadership, what are you all hesitating for? Let's go together?"

At Song Renxing's shout, five or six Martial Arts Grandmasters stood up abruptly, charging towards Yang Fei.