Chapter 23

"Ha ha ha, everyone thinks my right fist is the most lethal, but they don't know that my left fist is my secret weapon because my left hand has already mastered the 'Bone-Breaking Technique'!" Song Moran's punch hit its mark, and seeing Song Li spew blood, he knew Song Li was seriously injured. He laughed triumphantly.

Song Li flew back more than ten feet and fell heavily to the ground, not moving at all!

"Yay! Song Moran won, I told you so!"

"The public's eyes are sharp!"

"My 30,000 gold coins, I'm rich, I'm rich!"

"Pay up, pay up, pay up..."

Seeing Song Li hit by Song Moran again and lying motionless on the ground, clearly knocked out and unable to stand up, the audience who had bet heavily on Song Li all burst into cheers.

Pang Da hurried over, his face full of anxiety, and squatted beside Song Li, checking his breathing. Feeling that he was still breathing, he felt relieved and grabbed Song Li's shoulders, shaking them urgently, "Boss, how are you? Can you still go on?"

Song Li was indeed injured, but not as severely as last time. With a thought, he activated the "Crimson Emperor Purple Flame Technique," channeling the remaining medicinal energy in his body to the "Imperial Fire Seed." The small flame in his abdomen flickered and then released a massive amount of energy. The scorching flame rushed to his injured muscles and organs, burning away the necrotic tissue! Then, under the nourishment of that energy, new flesh and tissue grew rapidly, visible to the naked eye, quickly forming new tissue. In the blink of an eye, all his injuries were completely healed!

Pang Da was about to carry his boss to find a doctor when Song Li suddenly opened his eyes, grinned at him, and quickly sprang up, shaking the dust off his clothes. "The warm-up is over; let's get serious now."

What? The two of them had just fought to the death, and it was just a warm-up? This guy was clearly spitting blood and injured, but now he looked more energetic than before? The audience, who had been celebrating, were stunned, staring at Song Li as if he were a monster.

Song Moran's laughter abruptly stopped, and he stared at Song Li in shock. How could this guy be like a cockroach that can't be killed? How could he still get up after taking a full-force punch from him?

"Ah ha ha, Boss is awesome! Boss will win!" Pang Da, who had experienced an emotional rollercoaster from hell to heaven, was overjoyed. Although he didn't know what had happened, the fact that his boss was fine was the best news, and he didn't care about the reason.

"I don't believe I can't beat you!" Song Moran roared, charging forward like an angry rhinoceros, the ground trembling beneath his feet!

The medicinal energy Song Li had just channeled activated the "Imperial Fire Seed," and the small flame released energy that not only healed his body but also quickly converted the remaining energy into true qi, which was stored in his body. Although his realm hadn't advanced, with this massive energy support, his combat power in an instant was even stronger than that of a peak tenth-layer body refinement practitioner!

Song Li stood firm, his feet planted firmly on the ground. On the surface, he showed no movement, but he had already rapidly mobilized the true qi in his body. When Song Moran rushed to him in an instant and threw a punch, Song Li didn't dodge. Instead, he punched back, and their fists collided!

Song Moran's angry punch was the most powerful in the world, known for its overwhelming force and momentum. This punch was like a mountain collapsing and a thousand armies shaking! But Song Li's punch was silent and seemed like a very ordinary move. However, the moment their fists met, a massive collision of energy produced a loud "pop," the air being compressed and torn, spreading rapidly in all directions. A nearby small tree was instantly shredded by the powerful wind.

Song Moran was actually forced back three steps by Song Li's seemingly ordinary punch before he could stabilize himself. In contrast, Song Li stood still, a relaxed smile on his face.

Song Moran was greatly surprised. Earlier, Song Li was clearly much weaker. Why did his combat power suddenly surge after being injured and spitting blood? Song Moran couldn't figure it out.

If he couldn't understand, he would just keep fighting!

"Hey!" Song Moran charged again, his fists swinging like a windmill, attacking Song Li like a storm. At first glance, it seemed like a street thug's random punches, but in reality, this was a powerful technique in the Angry Fist style called the "Thirty-Six Strokes of the Storm and Rain." It looked chaotic but was actually well-structured, with each punch's force and angle calculated to attack the opponent's most vulnerable spots. If the opponent defended, the real move would turn into a feint, and then another punch would be thrown. If the opponent was caught off guard, the real move could instantly become a lethal strike. With the force in Song Moran's fists, one punch could leave the opponent half-dead!

Song Li didn't back down, and they exchanged punches. "Bang, bang, bang, bang..." They exchanged thirty-six solid punches and then separated!

Song Moran felt a burning pain in his fists and quickly glanced down. His fists were swollen like buns, and the skin was scorched black. He gasped in shock!

What the hell? Song Li's fists were like red-hot steel, hard and scorching!

When Song Li exchanged punches with Song Moran, the surface of his skin was covered with the energy from the Imperial Fire Seed. Fortunately, this wasn't real fire but a form of energy extracted from fire. Otherwise, Song Moran's fists would have been incinerated into nothingness, not just scorched skin.

"Damn, have you had enough? Now it's my turn to attack!" Seeing Song Moran standing still, clearly trying to catch his breath, Song Li wouldn't miss this chance to beat a downed opponent. He roared and charged forward like lightning, delivering twelve rapid kicks in quick succession!

With the support of the Imperial Fire energy, he unleashed his full power. These twelve kicks were like thunder and lightning, his attacks continuous like a mighty river. In the world of martial arts, speed is invincible. Faced with such rapid attacks, Song Moran was completely unable to defend. He barely managed to block three kicks, and the other nine hit him. Due to the speed, it felt like all nine kicks hit him at the same time, with the force multiplied ninefold. When Song Li finally retracted his leg, Song Moran flew backward like a broken sack and crashed to the ground, unable to get up for a long time!

Song Li stood on one leg, the other leg raised high, his toes pointed, striking a common pose from kung fu movies. He looked down at Song Moran, who lay like a dead dog, feeling extremely satisfied. These moves were smooth and exhilarating, and Song Li was elated!

Song Moran, though not the most powerful cultivator in the capital, was still a well-known rich and powerful young man. What the hell? He was still beaten like a dead dog by this so-called waste of a cultivator, lying on the ground like a pile of mud?

"Little Prince, are you okay, Little Prince!" Song Moran's attendants rushed over, but they didn't dare move him, just surrounding him and calling out anxiously.

Song Moran slowly opened his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood. After spitting out the blood, his face became even paler, but he finally regained consciousness. With the help of his attendants, he slowly sat up, his eyes immediately finding Song Li nearby. He saw Song Li standing there, fanning himself with a fan, a mocking smile on his face, looking down at him disdainfully.

"This can't be... Your realm is clearly lower than mine, how could you possibly beat me?" Song Moran still couldn't believe he had been defeated by this notorious waste. He couldn't understand how, even though he had hit Song Li and heard his bones break, the guy could lie on the ground for a moment and then recover.

According to his father, the County Princess had given this waste nine supreme-grade heavenly pills. Everyone thought she was exaggerating to rescue the Duke of Hai and extort the ministers. But now, it seemed she might have been telling the truth. Otherwise, how could Song Li's body have such a strong self-healing ability?

The looks in Song Moran's attendants' eyes were now filled with awe, no longer the arrogance they had shown before. They had been boasting that the Little Prince would surely defeat the waste, but the reality was that the Little Prince had been defeated by the waste. The relationship between master and servant was such that when the master was disgraced, the servants were also disgraced. Seeing Song Moran beaten so badly, they felt utterly humiliated.

Not only Song Moran's people, but even the surrounding audience were stunned by Song Li's superhuman combat power. Good grief, was this still the cultivator waste who was mocked everywhere? How could he be like an indestructible cockroach, not only unharmed after being injured and spitting blood twice but even stronger?

In contrast, the so-called genius Little Prince, after being injured once, couldn't get up. What the hell? This was the difference! At first, Song Moran had the upper hand, and although Song Li occasionally counterattacked, he couldn't change the overall situation. But after being injured and getting up again, he seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, showing incredible explosive power and decisively defeating his strong opponent! This unexpected plot twist left the audience in complete shock, unable to recover for a long time!

"Wow! Boss, you're amazing! When you unleashed your power, you were surrounded by a halo, like a god descending from heaven!" Pang Da, as shocked as everyone else, had always thought his boss was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong. He quickly recovered and rushed to Song Li's side, grabbing his arm and shaking it excitedly!

"Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? Flattery is fine, but don't spray me with your spit!" Song Li wiped his face and kicked Pang Da in the buttocks, sending him flying to the side.