Chapter Eighty-Seven: Battle Maniac

  "This..."

  Su Ming furrowed his brow, he still wanted to try using this sword to unleash the power of the Wuying Sword. However, Fan Li surprisingly chose not to use any weapons in battle, which left him feeling helpless. After a moment of mental struggle, Su Ming still decided to put down the Temple Master's sword on the ground.

  "You attack first, don't say I didn't give you a chance later." Fang Li looked at Su Ming, expressionless, as if he hadn't taken Su Ming seriously at all.

  As soon as Mantra's voice fell, Su Ming launched an attack on him. He wouldn't be polite to Mantra because Mantra's strength was far above his own. If he didn't seize the opportunity, he had almost no chance of defeating Mantra.

  Su Ming stepped on the cloud, his figure transformed into a residual shadow that rushed towards Fang Lin with an attack. In the first move, Su Ming used Paiyun Palm without hiding his strength at all.

  Boom

  Palm to palm, in an instant Su Ming retreated several steps, while Fan Li stood still on the spot.

  At this time, Fan Li was greatly shocked. Although he had blocked Su Ming's palm, his hands were numb and aching with pain.

  He hadn't felt this way in many years, not since he last fought a warrior from the Innate Realm. Su Ming's palm strike had stirred up his long-dormant heart, and he regained a bit of that familiar feeling.

  "Golden Ape Exploding Steel Fist."

  Mantra let out a loud roar, his entire body's aura suddenly surging, his right hand clenched into a fist, emitting a faint golden glow.

  The voice had just fallen, and Fang Li locked onto Su Ming, a fist hurtling towards him.

  "Heavenly Frost Fist"

  Facing Van's active attack, Su Ming didn't dare to hold back and directly used the Earth Spirit Technique - Tian Shuang Fist.

  Boom

  The deafening sound caused people around to subconsciously take a step back, fearing being hit by the residual shockwave.

  At the moment when the two fists collided, Su Ming felt an unstoppable momentum rushing towards him, and in an instant, he was blown back like a fallen leaf in a storm.

  "Is this all you've got? Come on."

  Su Ming's figure had barely stabilized when Vanquisher's attack came at him once again, not giving Su Ming any chance to catch his breath.

  "Wind Demon Leg"

  Due to his unstable physique, Su Ming's upper body was unable to exert force. If he were to attack hastily, it would greatly reduce his own attacking power. Therefore, Su Ming chose to use leg techniques to attack. This was the first time he used Wind Demon Leg, and even he himself did not know how strong its attacking power could be at the mid-grade Earth Spirit level.

  At this moment, Su Ming's figure was standing in mid-air, his right leg kicked out towards the incoming Fan Li, without the ferocity of a tiger but with the speed of a leopard hunting its prey.

  With one kick, Su Ming felt that his attack was as weak as a small stream in front of the vast ocean. Just when he thought he was going to lose, Su Ming discovered that the Wind Demon Kick wasn't just one strike, but countless strikes, with the first kick landing and immediately followed by the second, then the third.

  At this time, Su Ming's right foot was like a mad demon, constantly attacking, and with the assistance of the wind attribute, the speed reached a shadowy state.

  Su Ming didn't know how many kicks he had kicked with his right foot, but he knew that Fan Le's attacks were getting weaker and weaker, while his own attacks were getting stronger and stronger.

  In an instant, Fan Lei suddenly flew out backwards, stunning everyone. How did he, who had the upper hand, suddenly fall into a disadvantageous position?

  "Good kid, this leg technique is not bad, come again." Vanlis didn't panic at all because he was no match for his opponent, instead he became more and more eager to fight, his expression seemed as if he hadn't met an opponent who excited him so much in years.

  "Then take one punch from me."

  Su Ming stepped on the cloud and chased after Fan Le, when he caught up with him, Su Ming let out a low growl: "Mad Devil Fist"

  At this time, Su Ming's upper body strength surged violently, and he had a tendency to enter the fifth stage of Qi. As his right hand formed a fist, in the next second, it was like lightning, attacking Fang Li.

  This time when Su Ming used Mad Demon Fist, it contained the attribute of gold, and its attack power was once again increased. This punch was in no way weaker than Wind Demon Leg.

  Mantra faced Su Ming's violent punch with a calm and pleased expression, swinging both arms to release a powerful aura.

  "Golden Lion Shatters the Sky Fist"

  As Fang Leng let out a low growl, his fists transformed into a ferocious lion and charged at Su Ming.

  Boom

  A loud crash shook the surroundings, causing both Zhou Chang and Ling Dian's hall masters to involuntarily take a step back.

  "Master, isn't this Ban Li being too heavy-handed? His Golden Lion Shatters the Sky Fist is something that even ordinary early-stage Tianling realm cultivators can't withstand." Zhou Changlao said with a worried expression, as Su Ming's safety was still his responsibility. If anything unexpected happened to Su Ming, he would be held accountable.

  "Fan's temper is something you're not aware of, although he has been subdued for a few years, but deep down he is extremely belligerent. Su Ming, this kid, is indeed impressive, to be able to force Fan to use 80% of his strength. No wonder the master of the mansion values him so much." The Palace Master of the Spiritual Temple said with appreciation, watching the two fight.

  "Master, that Fan Li has no mercy in his attacks. Su Ming is strong, but he's just a 16-year-old boy, a pre-heavenly stage late-stage warrior. He can't possibly be a match for Fan Li, who killed a heavenly stage warrior with one punch back then." said Zhou Changlao worriedly.

  After hearing Zhou Changlao's words, the master of Lingdian Temple frowned slightly. He was so focused on watching the two fight that he forgot that Fan Li was a battle maniac. Once Fan Li got excited, Su Ming would be in real danger.

  "Haha, it's been a long time since I've had such a refreshing battle, I'm hooked."

  Manly excitement surged through his veins as he bellowed, feeling the same rush of adrenaline that had coursed through him years ago.

  "Su Ming, dare you not use your martial skills and fight me head-on." Fang Lei stared intently at Su Ming, saying loudly.

  "What's there to be afraid of." Su Ming knew that he wasn't a match for Fan Lei in terms of speed, but after Fan Lei made his request, he still agreed without any hesitation. At this moment, he only wanted to go all out and have a crazy battle.

  Mantra rushed towards Su Ming with a crazed look in his eyes, both hands imbued with the three-colored attribute as he charged at him.

  Facing Van Di's attack, Su Ming activated his magic heart, and his entire body's battle intent surged violently, not falling behind Van Di in the slightest.

  Two men face to face, one punch after another in a fierce exchange, this kind of self-torturing fighting style was quite popular in ancient times, it's the collision of strength, the battle of brave warriors.

  Su Ming and Fan Lei's battle had already stunned Mu Tian and the others, they now knew that Su Ming and Fan Lei's one punch without using martial skills was something they could not withstand, Su Ming was too strong, so strong that they needed to look up to him, and couldn't even think of catching up.

  At this time, ten young men walked out of the Spiritual Temple, led by a beautiful and heart-moving girl. She was Tang Xinyi, the daughter of the West City Lord. The nine boys behind her, dressed in martial attire, were the other members of the Spiritual Temple team. Su Ming and his group had to compete with these ten people for a spot.