Just for a discussion, Ye Mo naturally couldn't use the flying sword weapon on his body, so he could only use his palm instead of the sword to use the "Wave Cutting Technique" that he hadn't used for a long time.
The Wave Cutting Technique only has three simple moves, namely Breaking Waves, Whirlpool Cut, and Wave Overlay Combo Cut.
For an ordinary martial artist, if he has not practiced martial arts for too long, his power will definitely be greatly reduced, and he may even fall from the previous state of "turning decay into magic" to the state of "reaching the pinnacle" or even "making small achievements".
Ye Mo does not have this problem. The monk's soul is far superior to that of ordinary warriors. The understanding of combat skills and the control of the body are not comparable to those of warriors. Even if they do not practice martial arts for a long time, the power of martial arts
It will not weaken at all.
Moreover, the strength of the foundation-building monks is not comparable to that of the Qi-training monks, let alone these small earth tribes.
The long-lost feeling came to his heart. Ye Mo was thoughtful, turned his palms outward, and said calmly to A Yong in front of him: "Come on."
Ye Mo's starting stance was quite satisfactory, and he was able to defend most of the flaws in his body. A Yong was quite talented in martial arts and had a unique vision, and he could already tell that Ye Mo was outstanding.
"It seems that his martial arts skills are above the peak level."
Ali also murmured in surprise.
"What Uncle Ali means is that even if brother Ye Mo doesn't use his magic power, he can still defeat A Yong?" Xin'er felt happy and asked quickly.
"It's hard to say. Even if his martial arts are very powerful, without using magic power, he still can't be Ali's opponent without enough strength support.
Ali's current strength has reached more than 2,000 kilograms. One punch can split mountains and rocks and kill a sea beast. Even I can only weigh more than 3,000 kilograms."
Ali shook his head, still not optimistic about Ye Mo. This kind of strength is already stronger than many immortals in the Qi training period.
"Hey, Ah Yong injured brother Ye Mo. Xin'er will definitely not care about him anymore in the future." Xin'er, who had just relaxed a little, pouted dissatisfiedly again.
"this"
Xin'er turned her elbows outward and was so interested in an outsider that Ali was speechless for a while.
Fists and kicks are useless. If the two of them really fight, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not be injured.
"It's not bad, I hope it's not a show." After Ye Mo's many words, A Yong finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched him straight away.
The huge fist rushed straight at extremely fast, and the speed was so fast that it made a loud sound.
Ye Mo did not use the Wave Cutting Technique, nor did he directly use his body skills to dodge this powerful punch. Instead, he formed a palm with his right hand and pushed it out to meet A Yong's fist.
"Bang"
The two fists clashed, making a muffled sound.
Ye Mo's body remained motionless, like a huge mountain. On the contrary, A Yong, who was preparing to attack, took four or five steps back with "thump, thump, thump".
"How is that possible?"
A Yong let out an exclamation. In this fist fight, the strength of the opponent's palm far exceeded his.
Although he just wanted to test it out and only used 70% of the strength in his body and did not use any martial arts, looking at Ye Mo's appearance, it was obvious that he did not use much strength.
Ali and other native teenagers who were watching the battle were also shocked by the scene in front of them.
Some teenagers even rubbed their eyes, thinking they had just seen it wrong.
A Yong is tall, with tangled muscles, and his hands are twice as big as Ye Mo. In front of A Yong, Ye Mo's body is much thinner.
But this seemingly weak young man actually caught A Yong's blow with one hand.
"Ayong, you can't let yourself go because of Xin'er."
Some teenagers cried out in dissatisfaction.
A Yong's face was a little red, and he didn't know if he had let himself off because he only used 70% of his strength just now.
"Come again"
Ye Mo smiled lightly and waved his slightly raised right hand, secretly thinking that he still underestimated the power of the East China Sea natives.
Catching A Yong's blow, Ye Mo used 10% of his strength.
This is because he has practiced the "Tiankui Ba Ti Jue", otherwise this blow would require about 20% of his physical strength to counter it.
But he has already seen that the other party has not shown its true strength.
"It's easy to catch a tiger's waist"
A Yong did not dare to underestimate his opponent anymore and directly performed the first move of "Capturing the Tiger Palm".
The natives don't know much about literacy, and the name of the technique is also very crude. To capture the tiger's waist, you just put your palms together and slap the opponent's waist.
A Yong's figure was like the wind, and he ran down in long strides, causing the whole ground to tremble slightly. His hands were like cattail fans, reaching straight for Ye Mo's waist.
Ye Mo twisted his body and avoided the strike with brisk steps.
"Capturing the Tiger's Tail"
Ah Yong stepped on the ground fiercely, turned around suddenly, and grasped Ye Mo's back with his right hand.
In this move to capture the tiger's tail, Ayong's transition was smooth and natural, making the surrounding native teenagers cheer.
"A Yong's three moves to catch the tiger's palm have been practiced nearly 100,000 times. This guy is quite diligent. I'm afraid he has practiced a lot in private." Ali's eyes were full of approval.
Xin'er puffed up her cheeks and snorted softly.
"It's a good time to come, take a good look, and break the waves."
Ye Mo shouted softly.
Bang
The palm of his hand turned into a sword, drawing a perfect half arc, and the angle hit A Yong's wrist with incomparable precision.
"Ouch"
Ayong groaned, flew backwards, fell to the ground, held his wrist and howled uncontrollably.
Ye Mo chuckled lightly, and moved to A Yong's side.
"Stop, don't hurt A Yong"
Ali was anxious, thinking that Ye Mo would continue to attack A Yong, so he rushed over.
Ali was eager to save people. He leaned forward and ran with a strong momentum. He stretched out his palms and hit Ye Mo on the head.
"Capturing the Tiger's Head"
"Well done." Ye Mo was in high spirits. He used 10% of his strength and waved his palm three times, forming three half-arcs in the blink of an eye.
"Three consecutive cuts in waves"
The three forces of fear were superimposed together and hit Ali's fist hard.
Alize flew backwards and retreated ten feet away. He managed to regain his balance, but spit out a mouthful of dirty blood.
"You are cheating. You promised not to use magic." The native youths next to him were filled with indignation and accused Ye Mo one after another. Some native youths with bad temper even rolled up their sleeves and wanted to teach him a lesson.
"He didn't use magic."
Ali sighed and waved his hand to stop the boy's behavior.
He previously thought that Ye Mo secretly used his magic power to kill A Yong. Now that it was his turn to experience it for himself, he naturally knew that Ye Mo did not use his magic power.
"Brother Ye is really powerful. I didn't expect that he could defeat us with physical strength alone," Ali said with an ugly face.
In that blow just now, he had used all his strength, but to his surprise, he was still easily knocked away by the opponent.
The Donghai monk in front of him was not bragging. His physical strength was far superior to his own.
Ali had to accept it.
Ye Mo smiled and waved his hand, not taking it seriously, walked to A Yong's side, pointed a finger, and a green beam of light shot out from his fingertips, hitting A Yong's body.
A Yong, who was injured by Ye Mo, quickly stood up with a confused look on his face.
"Spell, such a magical spell"
Ali looked at the magical scene in front of him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
He once thought that as long as he could cultivate his martial arts to a higher level, and as long as his strength could reach a certain level, he would have a chance to defeat ordinary Donghai monks.
But Ye Mo's miraculous power to resuscitate the injured with just one finger made him immediately lose confidence.
How could the strength of the natives compete with the immortals? Ali smiled bitterly.
Ye Mo followed suit and also treated Ali's injuries.
Seeing the other party's frustrated look, Ye Mo said: "I'm very sorry, because I haven't used martial arts for a long time, and I can't hold back for a while."
"It's nothing, I just want to thank Brother Ye for showing mercy." Ali said sadly, already secretly feeling sad about the future fate of their tribe.
"Brother Ye, I have something that I don't understand." Ali looked at Ye Mo in surprise and asked.
"Brother Li, it doesn't matter," Ye Mo nodded.
"Brother Ye, since you are a monk from the East China Sea, you should know the power of magic. Physical strength cannot compare with this kind of power. But I think you seem to have put a lot of effort into refining your body. Otherwise, you wouldn't be like you are today."
You defeated me and Xiaoyong so easily."
Ali paused and said with an ugly expression, "Martial skills are so useless, but Brother Ye has also practiced them to the point where they become magical. Doesn't this delay your magic practice?"
"Who said physical strength is no match for magic?"
Ye Mo shook his head thoughtfully.
"I have an ancient body-training technique, but it is specifically for body-training."
Teaching the "Tian Kui Ba Body Technique" was of great importance, and Ye Mo thought about it for a while before deciding to teach the first three levels of this body training technique to this native tribe.
Hearing that Ye Mo relied on an ancient body-refining technique to possess such tyrannical physical strength, Ali was so excited that he couldn't control himself. After bidding farewell to Ye Mo in a hurry, he rushed directly to the hut where the clan leader was.
Cheng Konghai has been very busy in the past month. The progress of the village's defense construction is too slow, and the next pirate attack will come soon.
Although he also knew that the fence built by the mere first-level spirit wood could not stop the pirates who had mastered powerful spells, it was still better than nothing. In his opinion, at least he could win enough battles before the pirates broke into the village.
At that time, the old, weak, women and children in the village were arranged to go to sea to escape.
"Lord Patriarch, Lord Patriarch..." A call came from outside the house. Cheng Kuhai was stunned, put down a pamphlet in his hand, and opened the door of the house.
"What's going on in such a panic? Did that group of pirates arrive early?" Cheng Konghai asked nervously.
"It's not a pirate, it's the monk from the outer island named Ye Mo." Ali was anxious and didn't know how to word it for a moment, and seemed a little hesitant.
Cheng Konghai handed over a cup of tea, frowned and said, "You're already a grown man. Don't be so impatient. If you have anything to say, please speak slowly. What's wrong with Ye Mo? Has the injury recurred?"
"no."
Ali took a sip of tea and finally calmed down from his excitement.
"Brother Ye just went to our martial arts training ground and competed with your grandson Ayong, and he won easily without using any magic power.
And I also took action at that time, but I didn't expect that I was still no match for him. Brother Ye easily defeated A Yong and I just by relying on his own physical strength."