Chapter 33 The pressure

on the whole place The place was suddenly quiet. No one expected Mo Qiu to be so straightforward.

But there are many people who practice martial arts and are fearless, and there are countless people who want to use this to become famous. Immediately, one person jumped out and shouted, "I am Blood Shadow Mad Blade, Du Hai, and I have come to learn a thing or two!"

The man held a large golden ring knife and had a centipede-like scar on his face. As he spoke, the scar twisted as if it were alive.

Putting aside other things, just this image is enough to scare children to tears in the middle of the night.

But he was only seven feet tall and rather thin, so even though he exuded a fierce aura, he still looked rather petite in front of Mo Qiu, who was over nine feet tall.

"Du Hai, the Blood Shadow Mad Knife, once chased a horse bandit for thousands of miles to avenge his friend, and finally killed his enemy with his own hands! He was given the title of Mad Knife by the people in the martial arts world."

Among the crowd, a small number of people who were familiar with Du Hai's deeds immediately began to show their support, and some martial arts school owners showed disdain on their faces, but still deliberately revealed the other party's skills.

There was no other reason. He had already lost once, so he had to let his students understand that it was not because of his own incompetence, but because Mo Qiu was too evil.

The more challenges there are and the greater the fame, the better, so that these losers can wash away the humiliation of losing first.

"please."

Mo Qiu didn't move, signaling Du Hai to do as he pleased.

"Hey!"

With a loud shout, Du Hai did not dare to delay and raised the large golden ring knife in his hand.

In an instant, Mo Qiu moved.

His figure moved like a ghost, and he arrived first at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his tall physique. Before the big ring knife fell, he had already landed a palm on Du Hai's chest.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

Du Hai took seven steps back, and the large golden ring knife in his hand fell to the ground with a snap. His face turned pale and his breathing became extremely rapid.

Before he could fully raise his blood and energy, Mo Qiu had already dispersed it with one palm! Just one move, and the winner was decided!

"Thank you for letting me." Mo Qiu bowed.

Du Hai's face turned pale and he felt extremely suffocated in his chest. He was the first one to go on stage, so it was impossible for him to say that he had no confidence in himself.

However, facts speak louder than words. With just one palm strike, he didn't even have the strength to lift the knife. How could he not know that the other party was showing mercy?

"I'm afraid you are already a master. My defeat is not unfair." Du Hai did not make a fuss and admitted defeat decisively.

Instead, the spectators, who had just become interested, were dissatisfied because what they were waiting for was not a thrilling fight with swords and sabers, and they immediately booed.

"Is this what Blood Shadow Mad Blade is like? He gave up after being slapped? I'm really good at this!"

"He's just putting on a show, right? I've never heard of this name before. I don't know where he came from in the mountains. He's used to being a tyrant in the mountains, and now he runs to the imperial capital and thinks he's the top person."

The layman watches the excitement, while the expert watches the details.

Among the many people watching, not all of them have martial arts skills. Most of them just heard the news and came to watch the fun.

On the contrary, many men holding knives looked cautious and doubtful.

With the speed that Mo Qiu just showed, they would only be humiliating themselves if they went up. They couldn't even see clearly, so how could they stop him? "Any friends who want to spar with me?"

Mo Qiu looked around but did not stop those who were just watching the fun.

Today he came here to discuss the Dao, and to discuss the Dao one must demonstrate sufficient strength so that others will be willing to listen to you sincerely.

Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. He is ready.

"The Imperial Capital is indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, but whether he is a master or not, I still have to consider it."

A bald man stood up, holding a Zen stick. He turned out to be a monk! The monk itself was not surprising, but what was surprising was that he was still chewing a chicken leg with his other hand, his mouth full of greasy food.

"Master Bu Wu?"

The knowledgeable people immediately revealed the monk's origins and were greatly surprised. They did not expect that even this person would come!

The current emperor sought immortality and asked for the way, but he only favored Taoism and not Buddhism, and even the alchemists were high above him. Ordinary monks could not even drink soup.

Only this Zen Master Buwu had some real skills and had been summoned by Emperor Zong Ming. In the imperial capital, his strength and reputation far surpassed the previous Blood Shadow Mad Knife.

He became a monk only because his family had no money or food to eat when he was young. As a result, after entering the temple, he repeatedly violated the rules and regulations.

I simply gave myself the name "Bu Wu", saying that I have not cut off from the world's flavors, which makes me feel much more free and happy.

Master Buwu took two steps and threw his Zen stick to the person beside him. He swallowed the chicken leg in three or two bites, chewing even the bones into pieces, and rubbed his body with his greasy hands nonchalantly.

"Come on, let me try too."

Master Buwu took two steps forward and threw a punch without any hesitation as soon as he finished speaking. There was a faint sound of a tiger roaring coming out of Master Buwu's body, which made ordinary people tremble with fear.

The Subduing Tiger Arhat Fist is a top-grade Buddhist martial art that can only be practiced by those with blood and energy far superior to that of ordinary people! There is no doubt that he has mastered it, and the tiger roar in his body is the best proof of this.

This punch is the result of more than twenty years of hard work!

“Good punch!”

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Mo Qiu's eyes also lit up. The fist shadow seemed like a mountain pressing down on his head or a tiger running towards him. Both in terms of momentum and body mobilization, it had reached its peak.

Master Bu Wu, at least he has mastered the internal organs training! However, Mo Qiu did not retreat a single step, but instead rushed forward, facing the pressure that was like a tsunami, and threw an ordinary punch.

"Bang!"

When the two fists collided, the ground shook for a moment and there was an explosion in the air.

Zen Master Buwu took three steps back, his face slightly red.

Mo Qiu recovered after just a shake of his body. Just as he was about to take the initiative to attack, he saw Master Buwu waving his hands repeatedly.

Master Buwu said very directly: "No more fighting, no more fighting. I admit defeat."

"Master, you just threw one punch, why do you stop?" the person who recognized him asked curiously.

"Don't you see that I can't win? Not only am I asking for trouble, but I'm also making a fool of myself. Do you think I'm a fool?" Zen Master Buwu rolled his big eyes at the man in annoyance.

The Fu Hu Luo Han Fist was already known for its unparalleled strength. Anyone who could withstand his full-strength punch without retreating must have more blood and energy than him! Even if they fought with real swords and guns, they would not get any good results in the end. Why would they watch it like a monkey? He didn't care about other people's eyes. It was enough for him to know Mo Qiu's weight.

"Thank you."

Mo Qiu nodded slightly, and he began to like Master Buwu a little better.

If a real fight breaks out he would certainly be able to defeat him, but it would undoubtedly take a lot more effort, which would not be conducive to the situation he hopes to create.

Gu Dan, who was watching the excitement on the side, looked at Master Buwu with some curiosity. Although the other party's Kung Fu was just a punch, how come it was a bit similar to what Xiong Qihu used? Even the tiger roar was very similar! The only difference was that one was from the inside out, and the other was just relying on the sound of the wind.

"Anyone else want to spar with me?"

Mo Qiu asked again without stopping.

At this point, the crowd was finally silent, and no one jumped out to question whether Master Buwu was someone he had hired.

After all, Master Buwu had been summoned by Emperor Zongming, and such a person would never do such a despicable thing.

Mo Qiu asked three times in a row, but no one in the field jumped out to challenge him.

"It seems that everyone has recognized my martial arts skills."

Mo Qiu smiled and said, "Then I will boldly tell you my philosophy for your evaluation."

(End of this chapter)