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Chapter 361: Let the Master and Disciple Kill Each Other
Two streams of dust merged into one in the field, the sound of fists and feet hitting each other was like thunder, and the ground was shaking faintly.

Once a duel between martial artists escalates to a life-and-death fight, the intensity far exceeds that of ordinary martial artists.

Although Mao Laoliu was old and injured, he had an indomitable spirit in his heart and his attacks were fierce and powerful, invincible.

Wherever the fists and feet passed, the ground was sunken and grooves were formed, and all the protruding objects around were crushed to pieces.

"The Diamond Fist is indeed the top-notch boxing style in Gongliang City."

"Mao Laoliu is also amazing. He managed to clear all 8 levels in one breath, despite lack of food and drink, and no medicine or medical care."

"Unfortunately, this level is difficult to pass, that's Pei Li!"

Pei Li, nicknamed Jade-armored Golden Turtle, was born in a humble family but was extremely precious. He not only had outstanding boxing skills, but also did things in a very authentic way.

He is a rare talent among the rebels and a hero who stands out in troubled times.

The style of boxing that Pei Li practiced was called "Golden Body Turtle Shaped Fist", and it had no weaknesses in both defense and offense.

Facing Mao Laoliu's fierce attacks, one punch more than the other, he was surrounded by colorful light, and his arms swung slightly at both sides, defending himself perfectly.

"The Gold-Breaking, Jade-Breaking Palm."

The pores of Mao Laoliu's palm were filled with murderous energy, which expanded instantly and slapped towards Pei Li like a bear's paw.

He has not yet reached the level of an intermediate martial artist, and his body cannot change at will. This move achieves the effect by swelling up his abundant Qi and blood.

In front of Pei Li, the air was cut into pieces, and the power of a single palm was like seven or eight sharp blades crisscrossing and killing him.

His eyes were solemn, "The Vajra Fist lives up to its reputation."

Being able to witness this killer move was worth his decision to ignore the dissuasion of people around him and participate in the 9th level of the -level challenge.

Martial artists like Mao Laoliu are the best among the masses, and competing with them will be of great benefit to oneself.

"A drop of water and a turtle-like body, swords and axes will not touch it."

Pei Li's throat gurgled and he suddenly shrank his body, forming the outline of a water drop from head to toe, ready to meet the opponent's fatal move.

The palm wind that was powerful enough to cut gold and jade fell on Pei Li in all directions, like raindrops falling on a lotus leaf and sliding down automatically.

The killing move of the Vajra Palm is powerful, and his way of dealing with it is also eye-opening.

Pei Li's body slid to the side like a drop of water, and he vibrated his arms like fan-shaped wings, closing them together to attack Mao Laoliu's ribs.

To be able to have both offense and defense, and to attack while defending, requires the skills of an expert.

Mao Laoliu was not surprised and rushed forward, leaving two bloody spots on his body with his arms, and his flesh and blood were turned inside out.

After just a few rounds, Mao Laoliu was injured.

The warriors who were watching did not say anything, but they all thought that Pei Li was taking advantage of the situation to attack Mao Laoliu, who was at the end of his strength, and it would not be glorious even if he won.

I think so, but we are all smart people and no one will say it out loud.

Pei Li, the Jade-armored Golden Turtle, is very popular now. Everyone is busy trying to curry favor with him, so how dare they offend him?

Zhou You watched quietly. If Mao Laoliu was in normal condition, he would not be playing like that.

It’s a pity that the hero is old!

"Master, I'm sorry!"

Pei Li suddenly shouted, and five-colored light poured down like a waterfall, with two air currents surging up.

His arms moved forward and backward, like a millstone grinding jade or a golden tortoise coiling, and his tremendous force came down with the power to crush everything.

Mao Laoliu thought to himself that this was not good. Even if he was in his prime, he would not be able to withstand this move.

In despair, he fell backwards, hoping to die together with his partner, and spread out all 10 fingers on his left and right hands.

"Ten thousand golden lotuses bloomed from the ground!"

As his palms spun at high speed, thousands and thousands of brilliant lotus petals bloomed. In order to achieve the strongest attack, he gave up all defense and fought in a completely life-threatening way.

The two beams of light collided and then separated at an even faster speed. Before the onlookers could react, Pei Li waved his arms to dissipate the force and stepped back a few steps, "I admit defeat, I admire you."

He actually admitted defeat on his own initiative.

Looking at Mao Laoliu again, he was sitting on the ground, in tattered clothes, and did not look like a winner.

Only the martial artist's high-speed vision could see what happened between the two just now.

Faced with Mao Laoliu's strategy of dying together, Pei Li did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he used his ultimate move, the Jade Grinding Wheel, to an open space beside him and took the opportunity to withdraw.

He gave the other party a way out and admitted in person that he was not as skilled as the other.

Zhou You nodded. He did not take advantage of others' misfortune and was willing to suffer damage to his reputation. This kind of mind was beyond that of ordinary people.

"This battle is only to witness the exquisite secrets of the Vajra Fist. The master is worthy of his reputation. Pei Li admires him."

Pei Li clasped his hands and said, "I wish you all the best in passing the 10th level."

Say it, he turned and left in a casual manner.

Mao Laoliu looked at his back, lowered his head and shook it. It was a pity that such a person was willing to be a thief!
The 9th level has ended, and only the last level is left.

This is the closest we have been to success since the establishment of the Ten Levels Challenge.

After the news spread, it caused a sensation, and more and more warriors gathered at the Five Animals Palace to see the final result.

If Mao Laoliu wins the last level, will Wuqin keep his promise and let him and his family go?

Mao Laoliu and his disciples fought bravely in defending the city and formed a blood feud with the rebels. Many people present had their relatives and friends killed at their hands.

When that moment really comes, I wonder how many people will be excited.

Zhou You always felt that things would not be that simple.

Pei Li personally intervened and took the initiative to give in, allowing Mao Laoliu to pass easily.

However, the Five Animals are neither blind nor foolish. They will never let up at the crucial last stage and may even increase the intensity.

Some people speculate that in the final stage, one of the five animals may even appear.

It’s getting more and more interesting!

The five animals each have their own strengths. The eldest, the eagle, is domineering and ruthless; the second, the falcon, is fierce and intimidating; the third, the gull, is good at underwater combat; the shrike is invincible in piercing; and the owl is invisible. They are all outstanding people of the time.

Anyone who goes out to fight against the already exhausted Mao Laoliu can easily win.

The question is, who will end up in the end?

Someone immediately opened the gambling table and rushed to place bets on who would fight in the 10th level and cut off Mao Laoliu's last hope.

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the 10th level arrived as scheduled, and Mao Laoliu stood in the center of the venue waiting for his opponent to appear.

The wind blew, the dust fell to the ground, and a figure walked in front of him.

Mao Lang was wearing a collar and heavy chains, which made him stagger and leave deep footprints with every step.

"Master!"

Mao Lang's surprised voice rang out. It was the first time he saw his master since being captured, and he was extremely excited.

He said loudly, "Master, they promised me that as long as you pass ten levels, they will let you go."

The moment Mao Lang appeared, the hairs of the surrounding warriors all stood up. This was too cruel, a master and disciple killing each other!

Mao Laoliu's opponent in the 10th level was unexpectedly the weakest one. He was stronger than him in the first 9 levels, but he was also the one he was least willing to attack.

A little inquiry will reveal that Mao Lang is closer to Mao Laoliu than his own son.

How could he do this?
On one side is his family, and on the other side is his beloved disciple. Mao Laoliu suffers from inner torment, and it will be torture no matter which side he chooses.

(End of this chapter)