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Chapter 947: Appetizers and Getting to the Point
“It’s full of flaws!”

Zhou You complained in his heart.

Although Mo Guli expanded to a height of fifty meters, like a city wall full of oppression, the accumulated power was also rising steadily.

But what's the use...

A warrior's damage output only counts when it is converted into effective strikes; the rest is a waste no matter how scary it is.

No matter how many special effects he adds to himself, victory or defeat is determined by whether he can hit the target and how much damage he inflicts on the target.

Not to mention that Mo Guli relied on his strong body to tear his skin and flesh, and also grew a lot of messy bones.

The mystery of the human body lies in the fact that it is naturally perfect. Although polyostosis increases defense by forcibly inserting more bones, it also destroys the balance, and the price is bloatedness and heaviness.

"He is an immature junior after all, so judging him with a strong martial arts perspective is a bit harsh."

"Please show some mercy, Venerable Zhou!"

Senluowu's voice came to his ears, Zhou You looked at the other party, hmm, it turned out to be a private channel.

Senluo Wu smiled at him and gestured for him to continue watching, focusing on the performance of Mo Guli's three bloodlines combined in one body.

At this time, Mo Guli had accumulated strength to the peak. Not only was his body huge, covered with bone armor, but his two wise eyes also filled in the blind spots of vision, leaving Qi Qingdi no room to dodge.

He chuckled, his laughter sounding as unpleasant as a broken gong, "Your death is coming."

"It is a great shame for the tribe to lose its flag. To welcome back the totem flag, there must be a blood sacrifice. You will be the first sacrifice!"

After saying that, Mo Guli swung out with his palm, and his fingertips stabbed like spears or halberds, breaking the speed of sound when it reached the fastest speed.

Amid the whistling sound of tearing wind, a black shadow swept across Qi Qingdi's body, smashing him into pieces.

Fortunately, it was just an optical illusion. Qi Qingdi was not torn apart, but he used his boxing skills at the most critical moment to split his figure and dispersed in all directions with a crane-like body.

Qi Qingdi was in mid-air, holding the golden flute in one hand for defense, and calculating quickly with the other hand, muttering to himself.

"Come on, come on!"

To be fair, although Qi Qingdi tried his best to learn from Zhou You, their personalities and styles were very different.

Therefore, if you want to make a breakthrough, you must create your own path.

Although he could not learn Zhou family boxing, he was influenced by Zhou Nanwang and was inspired by him, and he became unique in the unique skill of "Mental Arithmetic Finger Techniques Before Battle".

Despite facing repeated attacks from powerful enemies, Qi Qingdi was able to remain calm and undefeated, quickly looking for the opponent's flaws.

Boom!
Another blow, the ground sank a lot, and the disappeared ground turned into ashes.

Qi Qingdi's left side was scratched, and he felt numb and in great pain, as if he was being rolled back and forth in a needle jar.

He stabbed the golden flute repeatedly, hitting Mo Guli's body. Every strike sent bone fragments flying like snow, but compared to the opponent's huge body, it was like a drop in the bucket and was of no use.

The size and strength disparity between the two sides was too great. Mo Guli could withstand a thousand or ten thousand hits, but as long as he was hit once, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

“Hoohoo, hoohoo, hoohoo!”

Qi Qingdi listened in all directions and heard the crowd whispering, "I'm afraid we're going to lose!"

"Zhou Zun's disciple is, well, mediocre. If he loses to the wizard, the reputation of Daqian Martial Arts School will be torn off by half!"

"Even a tiger father can have a dog son. Even the most powerful warrior is bound to have bad disciples!"

"There's a good show to watch!"

Have these people forgotten who defeated the witch in the first place? What good would it be for Daqian Martial Arts School to lose to them?
A surge of anger rose in Qi Qingdi's heart, but it quickly disappeared because he told himself that these ordinary people were not worth his anger.

In addition, he figured out where Mo Guli's weakness was. The so-called weakness was not fixed at a certain point, but spread throughout the body as the movement changed and the blood flowed.

The mental arithmetic finger technique before battle is to use the finger techniques as a probe and mental arithmetic as a guide to find the pattern of flaws.

Qi Qingdi raised the golden flute and suddenly shouted, "Mo Guli, your death is coming."

The next moment, he shook his body and split into one, two, three...

A total of eight figures were separated, half in tiger shape and half in crane shape, and they attacked Mo Guli from all directions.

Everyone watching the fight thought he had some tricks up his sleeve, but they all shook their heads when they saw the fight. The human wave tactic was useless against the huge Mo Guli!
The giant has bone armor, thick blood and high defense, and can only be broken by an attack from a powerful martial artist of the second or third level.

However, it would not be enough to completely defeat Mo Guli just by breaking it once or twice!
Mo Guli also sneered, "Have you run out of tricks? Qi Qingdi, you can't protect your master's legacy, you deserve to die!"

No matter how powerful Zhou You is, the disciples he teaches are no good. It is destined that he, Mo Guli, will become famous.

He waved his arms, and the afterimage rotated, as if four pairs of eight arms appeared out of thin air, fighting with Qi Qingdi's tiger form and crane form in no particular order, defeating them one by one.

There was a crisp clanging sound, sparks exploded, and the blood and energy of both sides collided, creating a rolling heat wave.

As the round unfolded, Qi Qingdi's fragmented figures shattered one by one, and in the end only his original body was left facing Mo Guli's huge body.

"Qi Qingdi, die!"

Mo Guli's palm fell like thunder, and Qi Qingdi was smashed into pieces.

At this time, everyone in Daqian Martial Arts School looked at Zhou You. It would be too late if they didn't take action. Qi Qingdi was facing life and death danger.

Zhou You didn't make any move, but Sen Luowu sitting opposite him sighed. The tacit understanding between this master and disciple is really enviable.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning appeared, like golden lightning rising from the ground.

Qi Qingdi pushed the golden flute at the last moment, holding the flute with one hand and slapping the end with the other.

The golden flute was like a meteor chasing the moon. It passed through Mo Guli's fingers and suddenly pierced the back half of his arm, only five inches away from his shoulder, as if a toothpick was stuck in a normal person.

The onlookers were very calm about this, thinking that such a minor injury was just a scratch on the giant's skin.

Qi Qingdi paid the price of losing his weapon and was about to be crushed into pieces by the huge palm, with not even a complete body left.

How miserable!

Unexpectedly, the result was unexpected.

"you……"

Mo Guli's originally ferocious and cruel expression instantly turned into fear, and he quickly wilted like a poisonous snake that was hit in the vital spot.

The originally bloated body seemed to have a hole in it, and it quickly lost air and shrank. Pieces of bloody broken bones emerged from the flesh and blood, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Is that right? How can a mere high-level martial artist like him handle three kinds of blood? He is not afraid of dying of starvation. He may not even be able to maintain his strong martial arts golden body!"

"Good disciple, you have a keen eye and a steady and ruthless attack. You didn't embarrass me!"

While Zhou You was laughing, Qi Qingdi stepped forward to snatch back the golden flute, and swung it at Mo Guli hundreds of times, breaking all his bones and causing him to collapse completely on the ground.

Senluowu watched the whole process with a calm expression, and ignored the half-dead Mo Guli.

He invited Zhou You, still in a private channel, "Venerable Zhou, the challenge has failed, and the matter has come to an end. Can you please spare me a moment to talk? I have something important to ask you!"

"Ok?"

Zhou You was about to refuse, when the interface suddenly gave a prompt, "The judgment conditions are met, and the trial project is about to begin: The posthumous reputation of the Wanxiang Martial Saint. You are facing an invitation from a grandmaster, do you want to refuse?"

(End of this chapter)