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"Alright then." Niu Meng saw that Wang Yi did not seem to be joking and nodded seriously, saying, "Then big brother, you must be careful."
"I didn't expect I would have the chance to see such a good show," Lin Chao said with a smile.
"Bastard, you better stay away from me, or I won't hold back. If I do, then I can't guarantee what will happen," Niu Meng glared at Lin Chao fiercely and scolded him with a laugh.
"Okay, okay. Am I afraid of you?" Lin Chao waved his hand helplessly and said, "Really, this time I want to see how you defeat Wang Shidi." He leaned against the wall, showing a look of watching the fun.
"Come on." Wang Yi stood five meters away from Niu Meng, fists clenched and ready to attack.
Niu Meng was already strong and robust, his hands as wide as fans. He squeezed his fists tightly, veins bulging like an Azure Snake coiling around his hands, looking fierce and terrifying. He stepped forward with a tiger's stride and laughed, "Come."
"Alright, then I won't hold back." Seeing that Niu Meng was waiting for him to attack, Wang Yi no longer hesitated. He stepped forward and threw a punch directly at Niu Meng, the air suddenly filled with a faint sound of wind breaking.
Niu Meng did not dodge or evade; he stood firm as a rock and swung a fist nearly twice the size of Wang Yi's punch, moving as swiftly as a shadow.
The gap between the two was evident at that moment.
Wang Yi's punch hit Niu Meng's fist, producing a sound like a snapped guitar string. He stumbled back two meters, his right foot pivoting as he lowered his body to stabilize himself. Meanwhile, Niu Meng stood firmly in place like a nail.
Wang Yi gritted his teeth and shouted, "Again!" Leaning slightly forward, he spun his fists rapidly like wheels. The wind from his punches was fierce, revealing four fists attacking simultaneously towards Niu Meng, the sound of rushing wind growing louder.
"This is getting interesting," Lin Chao said with a smile. It should be noted that even if Niu Meng suppressed his strength to the fourth level, he could still be considered one of the strongest at this level. His physical quality and strength were several times greater than Wang Yi's. Although Wang Yi had been pushed back, he launched another round of fierce attacks; clearly, Wang Yi was not a weakling.
Niu Meng stood like a rock. Looking at the four fists appearing out of thin air, there was not a ripple of surprise in his eyes; they remained calm like still water. He punched out, and the shadows of his fists instantly shattered into nothingness.
"Bang."
Wang Yi suddenly felt pain in his fist as if his bones were about to crack. He was astonished; he never expected that Niu Meng could render him helpless with just one punch while suppressing his strength to the fourth level.
What Wang Yi forgot was that Niu Meng was at the fifth level; his physical body was at least two tiers stronger than Wang Yi's. Even though he had suppressed his strength, his physical quality remained unchanged. Moreover, since Niu Meng possessed divine strength inherently, it would be very difficult for Wang Yi to make Niu Meng move just by relying on Nine Section Free Fighting.
"Big Brother, unleash all your strength!" Niu Meng said, staring resolutely at Wang Yi.
"Alright."
Wang Yi's Vital Energy surged violently, as if it were burning, pushing his Vital Energy to its peak state. His left hand formed a fist while his right hand transformed into a palm. The fist and palm came together with a faint sound of wind breaking, and he stepped forward, his clothes billowing as he rushed toward Niu Meng like a cloud.
"Well done."
Seeing Wang Yi simultaneously use Nine Section Free Fighting and Pushing Cloud Palm, Niu Meng couldn't help but cheer. He threw a right punch, unleashing a powerful gust of wind with seven-tenths of his strength.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
Niu Meng's fierce punch echoed like two muffled thunderclaps in the turbulent wind. Wang Yi's fist and palm attacked simultaneously from both sides, but Niu Meng intercepted them with his fists.
Wang Yi's intention was simple: he wanted Niu Meng to use both hands. If he only defended with one hand, he would surely be injured.
"Go."
Niu Meng's body trembled like a great mountain as he pushed against Wang Yi's fists and palms. Wang Yi staggered, his internal energy surging uncontrollably, and he could no longer hold on, retreating six steps before finally stabilizing himself.
"Big Brother, are you alright?" Niu Meng asked with concern as he looked at the sweating Wang Yi.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Wang Yi said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He recalled that Niu Meng had only used a simple Fist Technique to counter each of his attacks. A sense of helplessness washed over him; Niu Meng stood there unmoving like an insurmountable mountain, and his earlier bravado evaporated into thin air.
"Wang Yi, don't be discouraged. Niu Meng is inherently strong. After breaking through to the fifth level, his physical strength has reached an astonishing level. Even I can't defeat him in a short time," Lin Chao said, noticing that Wang Yi had suddenly become dejected after being so spirited just moments ago.
It's important to know that martial artists fear losing heart the most. If your spirit is dead and you lack the will to fight, you may fall into a vicious cycle of training where weakened resolve can lead to mental barriers that prevent further progress in cultivation.
"Big Brother, are you okay?" Niu Meng shouted at Wang Yi, who seemed lost in thought.
"I understand." After a long while, Wang Yi, who was exuding an air of frustration, suddenly raised his head. His eyes sparkled with wisdom as he shouted, "Niu Meng, come again."
Wang Yi extended both palms, moving at a steady pace that was calm yet powerful. The Pushing Cloud Palm was slowly unleashed, resembling two white clouds drifting towards Niu Meng.
"Isn't that the Pushing Cloud Palm?" Lin Chao's expression brightened, but then suddenly turned strange. In terms of strength, the Pushing Cloud Palm could not compare to the Nine Section Free Fighting, nor could it match the entangling power of the Winding Hand. There seemed to be nothing remarkable about it.
Niu Meng formed fists in a defensive stance.
At that moment, he suddenly felt the airflow around him slow down, as if he were trapped in quicksand. Even the speed of his punches began to diminish.
"Huh? What's going on?" The previously calm Lin Chao also noticed something unusual. His expression changed as he exclaimed in surprise. He sensed the anomaly in the air and realized something was off with Niu Meng.
"Ha!"
Niu Meng's body shook, and the surrounding airflow seemed to crack like frozen ice, producing faint sounds. He suddenly felt his fists grow heavier and sensed that the space ahead felt like clouds—soft and yielding—making it impossible for him to exert his full strength.
"Pushing Cloud Palm."
Wang Yi finally stepped into the attack range. Although everything appeared slow, it was actually as fast as lightning. As he thrust his palms forward, the airflow surged along with them, and a wave of energy rushed forth like a tide, engulfing Niu Meng.
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