Chapter Eleven: Great Accomplishment of Martial Arts
There was a deathly silence in the martial arts arena. Everyone looked at the two people on the stage blankly, wondering if they were hallucinating.
"Silver Light, Nei Jin, he...he is also in the seventh level?" After an unknown amount of time, a slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded.
"Seventh level, Shen Li is also seventh level? Oh my god, how is this possible! Yesterday he was only at sixth level!"
"It's seventh-dan, there's no way it's fake! That punch just now had silver light covering his fist. This is a manifestation of inner strength. If it wasn't seventh-dan, how could he have beaten Qi Heng like this?"
For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar, and their eyes continued to focus on Shen Li, full of horror and shock. Although this conclusion was very outrageous, the facts were before their eyes, and they had to admit it even if they didn't admit it.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" Qi Laoer suddenly slapped the table and stood up, and the table suddenly shattered, which showed how angry he was in his heart at this moment.
"Two days ago, he was seriously injured and dying. It's incredible to be able to save a life. Now he has upgraded two levels in a row and developed inner strength? How is this possible!" Qi Laoer's forehead had veins popping up, and his chest heaved like a bellows. roared.
I don’t blame him. I’m afraid anyone will be stunned when they see this. Such a situation simply subverts their cognition. How could there be such a defiant person?
Even if it was Shen Hongtian, Shen Ze and other members of the Shen family also looked at Shen Li with wide-eyed eyes. They didn't expect that he had grown to this point in the blink of an eye. He had been promoted to two levels in two days, cultivated his inner strength, and entered Jiangyuan City. Among the strong men of the younger generation, this speed is too abnormal.
Of course, the most horrifying one among them was Qi Heng. It was difficult for him to understand Shen Li's earth-shaking changes. He couldn't figure out how this trash, who was almost an ant in his eyes, could suddenly change. Become a seventh-dan master and defeat yourself?
Qi Heng's expression was ferocious and his eyes were blood red. He had always been narrow-minded. Even if he suffered a slight loss, he would pay it back a hundred times. What's more, under such circumstances, a trash in the eyes of everyone actually knocked him to the ground. This made Xiang Xiang's heart How could he stand being so arrogant?
"Asshole, you dare to hurt me? Go to hell!"
Qi Heng was completely mad. Only by tearing Shen Li to pieces in front of him could he calm down the anger in his heart that almost broke through his chest.
"What can I do to hurt you? Qi Heng, for your own selfish revenge, you used Wan'er to lead me into a desperate situation, and triggered the killing array to kill me. You are so vicious in your heart! If I don't kill you, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
Shen Li also shouted angrily, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he stepped forward to meet him. His fists were like thunder, making the air bang, and his momentum was astonishing.
"Shen Li, I am a young and handsome man in Jiang Yuancheng. I am among the best and have outstanding talent. I have been in the seventh rank for half a year. Who do you think you are? Why do you fight with me?"
Qi Heng was already crazy. If he was at a disadvantage in a competition with others, he could still bear it. But what he lost to was Shen Li, a little person who couldn't catch his eye at all, especially since he was so mean to him before he came to the stage. After ridiculing him in every possible way, he didn't expect that the situation was completely turned upside down now. This intense humiliation was like a flame that almost tore his chest.
"Stone-splitting fist!"
Qi Heng shouted loudly, and a layer of crimson halo suddenly emerged from the body surface, flowing like a stream, and the powerful aura suddenly dispersed.
"Stone-Splitting Fist, is this a human-level advanced martial art called Stone-Splitting Fist?" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh my god, I never thought that Qi Heng could learn such advanced martial arts at such a young age!"
"Stone Splitting Fist? Is it very powerful?" someone asked.
"Of course, although it is also a human-level martial arts, it is a very advanced one. It is far better than Fuhu Fist and Falling Stone Fist. It is not on the same level at all."
Seeing Qi Heng's sudden increase in momentum and assuming an astonishing posture, Shen Ze and Shen Hongtian here also felt nervous and looked very worried. Although they were surprised by Shen Li's cultivation level, Qi Heng had stepped into the seventh level after all. A strong man for half a year, now he used this profound martial arts rock-splitting fist, which was difficult to resist with Shen Li's strength.
"You bitch, watch how I punch you to pieces!"
Qi Heng's face was ferocious. He twisted his body and rushed towards Shen Li. He punched out his fists one after another like the wind, with a banging sound and full force. He had the potential to crack mountains and crack rocks.
"boom..."
Shen Li frowned slightly and stepped back to avoid the punch, but the stone-splitting fist was really powerful. Qi Heng hit the ground with one punch, and the thick bluestone shattered with a bang. Come.
"hiss..."
Looking at this scene, many people took a breath of cold air. If this fist fell on someone, it would break bones and tendons.
"Run? Can you run?"
Qi Heng smiled ferociously, always clinging to Shen Li's side like a tarsal maggot. His fists were powerful and he kept calling to Shen Li.
"snort!"
Shen Li snorted coldly, stopped retreating, and then stepped hard with his right foot, and a stream of internal energy suddenly flowed through his meridians like a stream.
"Fuhu Fist!"
Shen Li shouted loudly, suddenly opened his Fuhu Fist stance, and punched to meet him. Dots of silver light flowed on his fist.
"Haha, Fuhu Fist? You have the nerve to show off such low-level things! It seems that your family treats you very well. They only taught you such a profound martial arts!"
Seeing Shen Li displaying Fuhu Fist, Qi Heng suddenly laughed loudly, full of contempt. As we all know, Fuhu Fist is the lowest and most basic martial arts, let alone in the Shen family, even some ordinary Everyone will do this boxing, it's so common.
Hearing this, Shen Hongtian, who was watching the battle, turned pale. Although Qi Heng said this to Shen Li, it was a slap in his face. With Shen Li's perverted talent, he The head of the family only gave him the lowest level of martial arts to use against his enemies, which made him feel ashamed despite his age.
But Shen Li turned a deaf ear to Qi Heng's taunts. He just kept punching and fighting Qi Heng. His expression remained unchanged and he was not at a disadvantage.
Gradually, compared to Shen Li's calmness, Qi Heng's expression changed. Originally, with the proficiency of his Stone Splitting Fist, Shen Li's Fuhu Fist was simply unstoppable, but now more than ten rounds have passed. , it’s really strange that he can’t bear to leave.
"boom..."
Shen Li punched out suddenly, and it hit Qi Heng's arm directly in front of him, causing him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.
"What's going on?" Qi Laoer couldn't stand it any longer and stood up again with a ferocious expression: "Why is this kid so weird in everything? How can a low-level Fuhu Fist block Heng'er's Stone-Splitting Fist?"
"Could it be..." But Shen Hongtian slowly figured out the secret. Although Fuhu Fist is low-level, it has extraordinary power in Shen Li's hands. The fist is simple and concise, fierce and violent. It really has the potential to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger.
"So what if you're low-level? I can still achieve the power of a grandmaster, but you have advanced martial arts, but you've only scratched the surface, which is embarrassing!"
Shen Li sneered, and the cold light in his eyes suddenly lit up. After dodging Qi Heng's attack with his left hand, he punched out with his right hand. The force was strong and the inner energy flowed, like a big mountain hitting Qi Heng hard. of waist and abdomen.
"puff...."
Qi Heng couldn't dodge and felt a sharp pain in his waist and abdomen. He vomited blood and flew back, falling to the ground hard.
"Dacheng, this is a great achievement in martial arts! How is this possible? How is it possible for a little boy like him to master martial arts to the level of a great master?" Qi Laoer's eyes had already left Qi Heng, and then he stared closely at Shen Li, roared.
"What? A great achievement in martial arts? Shen Li actually practiced Fuhu Fist to a great level?"
"Oh my God, you have to know that there are three levels of martial arts, beginner, intermediate and dacheng. Even if an average person can reach the intermediate level after two or three years of careful study, it is already very good. How can Shen Li practice it to dacheng?"
"Seventh level of junior martial arts, master of martial arts. Is it possible that our Shen family is about to produce a peerless genius?" People exclaimed and there was an uproar.
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