Duan Xiaomo’s version of this Great Fist Skill was not as refined as Mo Kongyuan’s, but it had more brute force. Obviously, Duan Xiaomo had his own comprehension of the move, and to a cultivator, such comprehension was very important.
Ling Chuxi was both surprised and delighted. Su Yizhi had seen Mo Kongyuan’s cultivation before, so when he saw Duan Xiaomo’s Great Fist Skill, he nodded approvingly.
Lu Chengfeng, on the other hand, was extremely surprised. He had been boasting about how he wanted Ling Chuxi to see a real sect’s martial arts, but Duan Xiaomo’s attack was by no means inferior to the Celestial Sect’s martial arts at all!
Fortunately, the second young master himself wasn’t that strong, otherwise Lu Chengfeng would surely have been the one being humiliated today. Secretly relieved, he waved his hand to block Duan Xiaomo’s attack. He deliberately suppressed his cultivation to avoid injuring Duan Xiaomo—first to the realm of Great Fulfilment, then to Level 9 Battle Qi.
Everyone watched the two of them exchange blows in a relaxed manner. Though Duan Xiaomo’s Great Fist Skills were strong, his personal cultivation was insufficient, and Lu Chengfeng was also deliberately suppressing his cultivation, so the competition was still safe.
But soon, they realized that they were very wrong.
Suddenly, Lu Chengfeng’s hand movements became extremely slow.
Slap!
The sound of Duan Xiaomo’s palm colliding with Lu Chengfeng’s cheek rang out crisply. Duan Xiaomo didn’t mean to slap him, but his body was mid-air, and when Lu Chengfeng’s movements slowed down, Duan Xiaomo’s palm bypassed Lu Chengfeng’s hand easily, coincidentally heading in the direction of Lu Chengfeng’s face. Where else could he have hit?
Ling Chuxi was stunned to see this scene. It was like seeing a dwarf jumping up to slap a giant—what a joke!
On Lu Chengfeng’s face, five tiny fingerprints swelled up like earthworms.
The whole valley was silent, as everyone stared at Lu Chengfeng with wide eyes and mouths agape. No matter how much Lu Chengfeng suppressed his cultivation, there was no way he could have gotten hit by Duan Xiaomo.
What exactly had happened just now?
Why did Lu Chengfeng’s actions suddenly become so slow? It almost seemed like he was stretching out his face to let his opponent hit him!
Could it be that he wanted to tease the child and play with him? His face was already swollen to such an extent though, so that didn’t seem to be the case. Even if he wanted to play, he didn’t need to sacrifice his old face for fun, right?
Evildoer Xiao Rou, who was in the crowd with the Su family disciples, touched his face subconsciously. This child had truly been taught by Ling Chuxi… their attacks were so similar!
Lu Chengfeng himself was stunned too. What was going on? He had clearly made a move to block it, but why did his actions suddenly become so slow?
Before he could react, Duan Xiaomo once again thrust his palm out, using a Great Fist Skill.
This time, Lu Chengfeng didn’t dare take a risk, and was fully on guard as he waved his palm to block it. However, it felt like his whole body was trapped in an invisible swamp, bound by a strange force. His movements became so slow that it was almost comical.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have the opportunity to laugh because Duan Xiaomo’s small palm fell on his face again.
In the silent valley, only the sound of breathing could be heard, as everyone was speechless as they watched the scene before them.