Lord of the Sky, Elf King

There was silence on the school ground, and everyone was watching Mo Wen and Yang Qi, because they all knew that the battle between the two would determine the final champion of the camp competition, and it was also the highest honor of military training.

For many people, university military training is an unforgettable memory. To be able to win the banner of victory among thousands of students is probably enough to be proud of for a lifetime.

"If Mo Wen goes up against that Yang Qi, who do you think will win?"

The round-faced girl stepped forward and said.

"Of course Mo Wen." Qin Xiaoyou said almost subconsciously. She didn't know when she started to have an unprecedented confidence in Mo Wen.

"Tch, that's not necessarily the case. I know that Yang Qi. He has a noble family background, is young and promising, and his skills are still above mine." Wang Xiaofei raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou, I guess Mo Wen will definitely be Yang Qi beat him into a pig's head."

"Yang Qi is so nice, you might as well marry him."

Qin Xiaoyou rolled her eyes at Wang Xiaofei.

"Ouch, I didn't say hello. Someone immediately became unhappy. The Supreme Saint of Martial Arts." Wang Xiaofei reached out and pinched Qin Xiaoyou's pink face and said, "I will not marry Yang Qi. I don't like it."

"Go on, don't interfere with others watching the game."

Qin Xiaoyou reached out and knocked off Wang Xiaofei's hand. He focused on the center of the field and clenched his little hand again inadvertently.

"Don't ask, I have long admired your name."

Yang Qi sneered and looked at Mo who was not far away and asked.

"Who are you?" Mo Wen raised his eyebrows. He didn't understand why this young man was hostile to him.

"My name is Yang Qi. You may not recognize me, but from now on, you will definitely remember this name deeply."

Yang Qi moved his hands and feet calmly.

"You are quite confident." Mo Wen smiled noncommittally.

"I admit that you are a bit powerful, but that's the end of it when you meet me. Also, I would like to remind you, don't get too close to Qin Xiaoyou, otherwise you will be unlucky."

Yang Qi looked at Mo Wen playfully. Although he didn't believe that Mo Wen had any ambiguous relationship with Qin Xiaoyou, he didn't like a man getting too close to the woman he liked.

"I don't need you to remind me if I'm going to be unlucky. Just take action. I want to see if the skills on your hands can be as good as the skills on your mouth."

Mo Wen suddenly smiled slightly, and it turned out to be related to Qin Xiaoyou. He was surprised. Although he had nothing to do with Qin Xiaoyou, why did so many people dislike him?

Yang Qi didn't say much. He stepped out and his whole aura changed. A sharp edge instantly appeared from his body. His eyes were cold and somewhat coercive at this moment.

He simply took a few steps and appeared in front of Mo Wen. He stretched out his right hand and a burst of air pressure burst out, grabbing Mo Wen's shoulder directly.

Mo Wen felt a slight weight on his body, and the air around him seemed a little thicker.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. The method of gathering energy into pressure can control the inner energy very well. Generally, only ancient warriors in the realm of Tongmai can use it against the enemy.

Yang Qi is only in the middle stage of Inner Breathing, but he can use Qi Gathering to Pressure, which shows that his level in the ancient martial arts is still higher than Wang Xiaofei's.

And the momentum that bursts out instantly when taking action can only be possessed by those who have actually killed people.

Yang Qi's overall quality is definitely not comparable to people like Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang who have studied ancient martial arts for several years.

"Something interesting."

Mo Wen smiled with interest, finally meeting a worthy opponent. To be honest, Yang Qicai looks like a martial arts practitioner who has traveled around the world. As for Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, they are just juniors who have studied martial arts for a few years at most.

Facing Yang Qi's inevitable grab, Mo Wen only shook his body slightly, and a strange wave emanated from his body, and then the air pressure that Yang Qi had finally gathered disappeared.

Mo Wen's feet moved slightly, and he moved out with a wandering step, and instantly escaped Yang Qi's grasp. The figure appeared on the left side of Yang Qi at an incredible angle, and punched out, heading straight for Yang Qi's left rib.

Mo Wen disappeared from his eyes in an instant, and a strong wind hit his left ribs. Yang Qi's expression suddenly changed to a smile of pride.

He was a little confused as to why Mo Wen could escape from his pressure so easily and appeared strangely on his left side.

Only an ancient warrior whose cultivation level is much higher than his opponent can ignore the opponent's pressure. Isn't it possible that Mo Wen is a master whose cultivation level is far above him?

impossible

Yang Qi instantly rejected his thoughts. If he could ignore his pressure, he was at least an ancient martial artist in the realm of Tongmai. No matter how old he was, even if he started practicing ancient martial arts from his mother's womb, he would not be able to reach the realm of Tongmai at the age of seventeen or eighteen. An ancient warrior.

He, Yang Qi, had been practicing in his sect since he was a child. After working hard for more than ten years, he was only in the middle stage of inner breath, and he was still called a genius in his sect. Don't ask why he has the cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, unless he is a peerless monster like Huada's Five Monsters.

So the thought only happened for a moment. Facing Mo Wen's fist, Yang Qi did not dodge. He punched back with his left hand, preparing to confront Mo Wen head-on. He wanted to see if Mo Wen really had such a terrifying cultivation level.

However, Mo Wen suddenly turned his fist into a claw and wrapped around Yang Qi's fist strangely.

Yang Qi's heavy punch seemed to hit the cotton, leaving him completely unable to exert any strength. He was shocked and prepared to withdraw his fist, but it was too late. Mo Wen grabbed his fist and dragged it back hard. With the force of the blow, Yang Qi's body tilted forward uncontrollably.

"Hmph, worm-carving trick."

Yang Qi was not surprised but happy when he saw that Mo Wen didn't throw him away after pulling him away. From this, it can be concluded that Mo Wen's cultivation level is not as good as his, and it is estimated that he will be around the solid stage later. Otherwise, with a pull, he will definitely fly out.

Thinking of this, Yang Qi instantly became full of fighting spirit. He didn't resist at all. Instead, he kicked his feet, lunged forward, flipped over, and swept out with one leg, ready to knock Mo Wen away.

Mo Wen smiled strangely, let go of Yang Qi's left hand, and raised his fists to meet Yang Qi's kick.

A sudden tiger roar sounded strangely, as if a giant tiger was roaring in the sky.

The overbearing tiger roar made Yang Qi feel dizzy for a moment, and the strength on his feet suddenly decreased a bit.

The next moment, fists and feet collided, a dull sound broke out, and Yang Qi was suddenly thrown away, flying four or five meters before hitting the ground.

Mo Wen stood with his feet on the ground, motionless.

"What kind of boxing technique is that of yours?"

Yang Qi got up from the ground with a livid face. The fall just now almost knocked him to pieces. Especially in the legs, the heart-wrenching pain continued to spread to the brain. Although he didn't check it, he knew that his calf was probably swollen a lot.

In that punch just now, Mo Wen almost burst out with a power no less than his, and he accidentally landed it.

If the two of them were to fight while standing on the ground, he might not lose, but he was hanging in the air just now, and his strength was invisibly reduced by half.

But even so, he was still filled with shock. How come he was able to explode into power comparable to the late stage of Inner Qi even though he was only in the late stage of solid cultivation.

And with that punch just now, a tiger roar sounded strangely in his mind. The tiger roar seemed to have the ability to kill with sonic waves. Suddenly, the strength of his legs was reduced by half.

In a single blow against Mo Wen, he was completely defeated.