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"Boom ?"

The two fists collided and produced a muffled sound.

At this moment, Yi Han laughed maniacally at Sun Wukong. He was looking forward to the next second. Sun Wukong's face, which was filled with emotions, and his screams of pain, fell to the ground once again, begging for mercy.

However, time passed, minute by minute. Yi Han didn't notice the change in Sun Wukong's expression.

On the contrary, it was his own fist that was sending out waves of intense pain.

Suddenly, along with the pain, Yi Han was shocked to discover that Sun Wukong, who was fighting with him, was completely fine. On the contrary, it was his own fist which had collided with Sun Wukong's.

At this moment, the true qi attached to the fist that was originally thin and tender had actually exploded. Moreover, when the true qi exploded, his own fist had also been affected.

"Crack ?" The crisp sound of bones breaking could be heard.

One by one, the white bones were exposed and his fists were badly mutilated. Waves of pain were quickly transmitted to his brain through his nerves.

AHH!" Yi Han screamed out like a pig being butchered. Yi Han screamed out like a pig, and Yi Han screamed out like a pig.

Why was this? Could it be a dream? Was it an illusion?

Immediately, Yi Han's brain began to imagine crazily. It was as if he thought Sun Wukong was giving him the illusion that Sun Wukong was okay. Sun Wukong must have been hallucinating. Sun Wukong must have not even used his true qi.

Such a normal punch, how could someone who was injured kill me!

Yi Han was imagining things crazily. However, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that all of this was fake, the intense pain coming from his fist couldn't be fake.

Suddenly, while Yi Han was still in shock, Sun Wukong's punch did not stop.

Sun Wukong struck out with his fist. It looked like a simple punch, but in the face of this punch, it contained an incomparably tyrannical power.

The punch directly shattered the true energy attached to Yi Han's fist. Once again, the strength of the fist did not stop there. Instead, it abruptly and forcefully shattered Yi Han's unharmed fist.

Once again, the domineering power of the fist sent Yi Han's body flying.

"Puff puff ?" A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yi Han's mouth, carrying along with it traces of fear and fear. At this moment, Yi Han could no longer bear it. All of this was not an illusion, but real.

All of this happened too suddenly. Perhaps it was because the two young men who came with Yi Han were too confident in Yi Han.

Never would they have thought that Sun Wukong's ordinary punch would contain such might.

All of this had happened so fast that they were completely unprepared for it.

At this moment, when they finally reacted, they discovered that Yi Han was actually screaming like a pig being butchered. As he retreated, Yi Han was even more direct, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Young Master Yi!" Suddenly, the two youths who had just reacted shouted towards Yi Han, who was sent flying by Sun Wukong's fist.

As he spoke, the two men also hurried over to Yi Han's side.

Yi Han's face was abnormally pale, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Beads of sweat the size of beans covered Yi Han's entire face. His body was trembling, and the hand he had used just now was shaking even more violently.

Yi Han's face was as ugly as a pig's liver. His pupils contracted as he instinctively screamed out one after another.

Seeing this, the two of them were shocked. They quickly took out healing pills and stuffed them into Yi Han's mouth, regardless of the effects.

"Help, help me take revenge!" At this moment, Yi Han's body was trembling unceasingly, his lips moving as he spoke to the other two with a hoarse voice.

"Good!" "Young Master Yi, don't worry, I'll definitely avenge you!" When the two men heard this, they turned around and glared furiously at Sun Wukong.

Following which, rays of light flashed in their hands, and a grey broadsword appeared in their right hands.

After seeing Sun Wukong's strange fist just now, how could the two of them dare to act like he was cold? They were using their fists to fight Sun Wukong, and now, they wanted to teach Sun Wukong a lesson.

"Go, hit him!" At this moment, the mid stage Nascent Soul cultivator, who was the same as Sun Wukong, spoke to the person beside him. As he spoke, he charged towards Sun Wukong with his saber raised high.

"Alright!" Hearing this, that person also quickly followed behind him. He raised the big blade in his hand and swung it at Sun Wukong, who was not far away.

"Oh, I'm going to use a blade now. However, to deal with you two, you're not worthy of me taking out my weapon!" Sun Wukong said arrogantly when he saw the situation.

At this time, the scholar was still feeling sorry for Sun Wukong's casual punch. However, he suddenly discovered that after the two fists collided in front of him, the expected result had been completely different from what he expected.

Immediately, the scholar was stunned. Looking at the tyrannical Sun Wukong, he was left speechless for a moment.

The same was true for the man next to the scholar.

This was because, as they had expected, the truth had completely turned everything upside down. But now, as they saw the two of them brandishing their huge sabers towards Sun Wukong, they were worried for Sun Wukong once again.

It was because the burly man earlier was defeated by their blades.

"You are courting death!" As the two people spoke, they heard Sun Wukong's arrogant tone and shouted in anger.

Sun Wukong actually said that he wasn't worthy of taking out his weapon against the two of them. What sort of arrogance was this? Say, if your cultivation were a level higher than ours, they would not be this angry. They were on the same level as them, yet you actually dared to speak such arrogant words. Isn't he looking down on others too much?

Suddenly, seeing the two people crazily attacking at him, Sun Wukong had a calm expression on his face. He casually walked up and faced the two people with his bare hands.

Sun Wukong's appearance caused the spectators to be shocked once again. They exclaimed, "Could it be that he wants to turn our imaginations upside down again? He is going to block those two sabers with his bare hands."

Sun Wukong had been fighting with two fists to begin with, but now, he was even more arrogant. He was facing two people, and those two people were even holding onto a huge blade. Sun Wukong was actually going to fight with his bare hands.

It would be strange if this did not startle everyone. They all sighed at Sun Wukong, "Madman, isn't he too arrogant? He wants to use his body to fend off their blades. What a joke!" Isn't he a little too confident! "

"..."

"Who's courting death? "It's not certain yet!" As he spoke, although Sun Wukong had heard the discussions of the crowd, he still didn't have any reaction. Compared to them, Sun Wukong knew his own strength.

With just the strength of his fleshly body, Sun Wukong's physical body was equivalent to a low-grade spiritual weapon during that year of bitter cultivation. Currently, he was holding two weapons that were only top-grade treasures.

Whether I can even move myself is already a problem, how can I be afraid of you? What a joke.

"Hehehe ?" Suddenly, with a strange smile on his face, Sun Wukong walked over to Sun Wukong. After which, he saw that Sun Wukong was not on guard at all.

When the two saw this, they raised their huge blades high and slashed down heavily. At this moment, they could already imagine the scene. In the next second, Sun Wukong's flesh and blood flew everywhere as he miserably shrieked. At this moment, the two of them laughed out loud like maniacs.

That was because they had seen that Sun Wukong was not as terrifying as they had imagined him to be. And then two men came down, one after another.

"Clang! Clang!"

There were no screams of pain nor was there any blood and flesh flying. They had imagined that there was nothing here, only the crisp sound of metal colliding with metal, and the blade hitting Sun Wukong's body, causing sparks to appear.

"Hiss ?" In response, everyone on scene involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air. Was he even human? Why was his body unable to even slash at the blade? Could it be that his body was still made of steel?

At this moment, the two men had their eyes wide open as they looked at Sun Wukong with expressions of disbelief. Was he even human?

His saber was not an ordinary weapon. Even though it was not some spirit weapon, it was still a magical equipment, a medium-grade treasure.

In normal times, their medium-grade treasure saber would have been able to slice through metal as easily as it pleased in the mortal world.

Why, today, all of a sudden, there was no reaction at all.

Even though they knew that a cultivator's body could still be cultivated, who had a body that could actually cultivate even more powerful than a treasure?

However, this was the truth. Sun Wukong's physical body was much more powerful than their so-called treasure. That was the lower tier spiritual weapon. However, the two people in front of Sun Wukong couldn't believe all of this.