Mo Xuan agreed and asked Mo Qing to accept Yang Liufeng's challenge, which surprised some people. However, many people from the first and second generations of the Mo family did not express anything. Obviously they understood the purpose of this.
Mo Qing doesn't understand, and he doesn't need to understand. Now that Yang Liufeng has come out to challenge, he can just take the fight. The opponent claims to be able to control his ability to the level of a fourth-level boxer, so Mo Qing is really not afraid of him.
Yang Zhihuan said to Yang Liufeng: "Be careful, don't use your mental power, and don't use too much force."
"Grandpa, don't worry, my grandson knows what he's doing."
Yang Liufeng walked to the center of the test hall, raised his hand, stretched out a finger, and ticked Mo Qing: "Come on, kids, let's play."
As soon as this insulting move was made, everyone in the Mo family looked unhappy.
But no one came out to say anything, but looked at Mo Qing's reaction.
Mo Qing was also unhappy, but he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he turned around and took a look. He saw a fruit plate next to Mo Renxiong, which contained several green fruits that were a specialty of the Cangmang Continent.
Mo Qing picked up a green fruit and threw it directly towards Yangliu Feng.
Yang Liufeng was a little surprised and reached out to catch Qingguo: "What are you doing?"
"Oh! Seeing your actions, I thought you were hungry, so I gave you something to eat, but unfortunately there is no meat or bones, so it may not be what you want. I'll just use some."
The people around him were stunned at first, and then couldn't help but laugh. Mo Qing, this kid, has changed a lot during this period. He is completely different from before. Not only has his strength improved, but he has also become a bad person.
Even Yang Daier, who had always remained calm, couldn't help laughing.
When she smiled, the frost on her face thawed, like a hundred flowers blooming, and the colors around her seemed to brighten, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
Yang Liufeng knew that Mo Qing had tricked him, and his face was livid, and he threw Qing Guo aside: "You are quite arrogant. It seems that I am right to choose to compete with you. Today I will teach you what a fourth-level boxer can do.
To what extent!”
Only then did Mo Qing walk up to Yang Liufeng: "Just in time, I also want you to know that sometimes eighth-level boxers can't do many things, such as easily deal with me, a fourth-level boxer."
The two people were facing each other, and everyone around them moved far away, giving them space.
Facing Mo Qing, Yang Liufeng raised three fingers: "Thirty seconds! Boy, I only use the ability of a fourth-level boxer. If you can last for thirty seconds, you win!"
"Feel free to come over here!"
Before Mo Qing finished speaking, Yang Liufeng suddenly took a side step forward and quickly approached Mo Qing. His fists trembled like a poisonous snake spitting a message, making it impossible to tell which hand he was about to strike for a moment.
"Look at the boxing skills I learned from Viper. Don't worry, this is not a boxing skill. It's just something I learned as a fourth-level boxer. It's enough to deal with you!"
With his fists shaking frequently, Yang Liufeng is about to take action!
Everyone in the Mo family over there looked solemn, especially Mo Xian and Mo Feng among the third generation.
Yang Liufeng and the others knew each other well. They had seen this type of boxing before. Mo Feng had even suffered losses in this type of boxing, so he naturally knew how powerful it was.
This kind of punch is quite weird. You don't win with violent punches, but with cold punches that make you hard to guard against. Every punch may be real, and every punch may be fake. Real and fake.
Hard to tell.
Mo Qing was unmoved at all. Seeing Yangliu Feng attacking, he immediately took a defensive stance.
Yang Liufeng's body swayed, and then his left hand suddenly punched from the side, heading straight for Mo Qing's weak spot!
Mo Qing pressed down with his right hand, directly blocking Yang Liufeng's punch.
False fist!
The left hand suddenly withdrew, and the right hand struck again with a swinging punch!
Mo Qing raised his left hand and defended again!
Still a false punch!
Yang Liufeng's hands are like two venomous snakes, attacking left and right, but he is very flexible. Sometimes he punches for real, and sometimes he punches fake, forcing you to defend yourself. The speed is dazzling!
But he has always abided by the rules and controlled his strength and speed very well. The first and second generations of the Mo family around him could clearly see that he was indeed fighting with the ability of a fourth-level boxer.
"Swish, swish! Bang bang! swish!"
The real and fake punches were dizzying, but Mo Qing's defense was also very stable and he was never hit by Yangliu Feng.
Although Yang Liufeng's offensive was fast, it became more and more frightening.
Mo Qing's defense was so amazing. No matter where Yang Liufeng punched from, Mo Qing could defend it accurately. Moreover, the speed of the two was almost the same. Yang Liufeng felt as if he was facing two people defending, and the other party didn't do anything at all.
Confused by his own fake punches, he can't stop him no matter what.
As time passed by, Yang Liufeng mostly used fake punches and didn't land a few real punches at all. It wasn't that he didn't want to punch, but that Mo Qing's defense naturally restrained his real and fake punches.
"You bastard, you still have a few more moments. It seems I've underestimated you, so I don't have to hold back!"
Seeing that this boxing technique was not effective, Yang Liufeng immediately changed his moves, clenched his fists and became fiercer!
"This is the Tiger Collapse Fist! Just like a tiger descending from a mountain, a fourth-level boxer can throw punches that are as powerful as a fifth-level boxer! You can't resist it!"
More than ten seconds had passed. Yang Liufeng spoke loudly. Naturally, he could not be embarrassed and used his true skills.
"The tiger collapses in one step!"
He strode forward, punched in the middle, and punched Mo Qing hard!
"Shake the spiral power!"
Yangliu Feng's attack is very fierce. Mo Qing knows that this kind of punch cannot be dodged. Without some exquisite body skills, the more you dodge, the more the opponent chases and fights. The only way is to fight with you to fight back his arrogance!
With a shake of his left fist, Mo Qing's spiral energy surged out, and he punched Yang Liufeng!
"boom!"
Mo Qing's body retreated, and he felt a surge of power. The opponent was indeed not lying. This kind of punching method of Bengquan did have a strong instant explosive power. Even with the power of a fourth-level boxer, it could produce a power comparable to that of a fifth-level boxer.
Boxer's punch!
Yangliu Feng was not at ease either. Mo Qing's spiral force stabbed his arm numb, but he still saw Mo Qing's retreat and he had the advantage.
"The tiger collapses in two steps!"
He switched to punching with his left hand, crossed his steps, and punched out again!
"Shake the spiral energy!"
Mo Qing still punched with his left hand and punched Hong again!
"boom!"
Everyone around them felt their scalps go numb. Why is this kid Mo Qing so tough? He actually confronts people. Don't you know how to hide away?
Mo Qing retreated again. Although Yang Liufeng felt pain in his left hand, he still stepped forward and punched with his right hand again.
"The tiger collapsed in three steps! Boy, you lose!"
Mo Qing narrowed his eyes, finally raised his right fist, poured spiral strength into his arm, and punched out!
Tiger Collapse Fist, as the pace progresses, one punch is better than the last. This third punch, Yang Liufeng's last punch, is very powerful. The strength of the fourth level is even comparable to the early level of the sixth level. He believes that Mo Qing
It is absolutely irresistible.
Everyone around held their breath. With this punch, the winner might be decided!
Yang Daier's beautiful eyes didn't blink, staring closely at the fight between the two, with no tendency to show any tendency on her face.
"boom!"
The two people separated and then reunited! This time, it was not just Mo Qing who retreated, Yang Liufeng also took two steps back!
The muscles in his arms were beating slightly, and Yang Liufeng felt his fists were burning, as if he hadn't just boxed with Mo Qing, but hit a stone!
The third step of the Tiger Collapse Fist might have broken the real stone, but Mo Qing was safe and sound!
His face looked very ugly, because thirty seconds had passed!
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Yang Liufeng said to Mo Qing: "Boy, you are good. You can actually block my Tiger Collapse Fist. It proves that you are still capable and worthy of my wholehearted action."
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing didn't accept his words at all, and interrupted him before he finished speaking: "Stop talking nonsense, thirty seconds have passed, now it's my turn to take action!"
"What? Didn't you take action just now?"
"That was just for fun. Now is the beginning of the real battle. Come on, if you hold on for twenty seconds, you will win!"
Mo Qing said this, but he didn't stop and rushed straight towards Yangliu Feng. At the same time, he stretched out two fingers and gestured, meaning to defeat the opponent in twenty seconds.
"What an arrogant guy! I can't do it without teaching you a lesson!"
Yang Liufeng was furious. He was already annoyed that he had not defeated Mo Qing within thirty seconds. He did not expect that the other party would not take him seriously.
But when the two of them fought again, Yang Liufeng immediately understood that Mo Qing had not used his full strength just now.
His fists are flying. Different from Yang Liufeng's attack, Mo Qing's attack is all-round and has no blind spots. Attacks can be made from any available part such as fists, feet, knees, elbows, etc., and there is no need to switch between them.
No worries, fighting him alone is like fighting two people.
After three or five fights, Yangliu Feng was extremely embarrassed.
Facing Mo Qing's crazy offensive, he was afraid. If he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated by Mo Qing!
But he couldn't use more power and speed than a level 4 boxer. He didn't want to lose, so he used boxing skills that he was proud of!
"Sound Fist!"
The fist was released, and a sharp whistling sound pierced Mo Qing's mind!
When Mo Xuan heard this voice, he stood up from his chair and said to Yang Zhihuan: "Your grandson actually used telekinesis to deal with Mo Qing. What should I say!?"
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