Chapter 32

Still want to turn the tide and win?

Zhuang Wudao secretly sneered, completely ignoring Wei Que's actions behind him. He slashed down with his palm, making the wind even more fierce.

Opposite him, Zhuang Tong's pupils constricted, and then his eyes showed determination. His entire body bent like a shrimp. Suddenly, a spark of fire shot up from below, directly attacking Zhuang Wudao's throat.

Wild Flame Fierce Wind, Invisible Wind!

This kick is the fastest in the Wild Flame Fierce Wind Leg Technique. Zhuang Tong abandoned all subsequent variations, making it a desperate counterattack in a dire situation, like the invisible wind. He was prepared to fight to the death with Zhuang Wudao! Zhuang Wudao's Dragon Slaying Style could certainly sever his throat, and Zhuang Tong's kick could also kick off Zhuang Wudao's head!

However, Zhuang Wudao not only did not feel surprised, but it seemed to be just what he wanted. He immediately leaned back, changed his palm to a claw, and grabbed Zhuang Tong's ankle again.

The entire process of changing moves was extremely smooth, like flowing clouds and water, without any disharmony. The change in strength was also natural, as if he had been prepared for this, waiting for Zhuang Tong to use this Invisible Wind.

Zhuang Wudao had memorized most of the thousands of martial arts texts in the academy, and the Wild Flame Fierce Wind Leg Technique was naturally among them. The two consecutive moves were to force Zhuang Tong to use this desperate move!

His large hand spread wide, the veins on his back bulged, and a dragon-shaped aura wrapped around his fingers. He used more than ten parts of strength.

Zhuang Tong was greatly alarmed, and his pupils finally showed a hint of panic. He knew that if Zhuang Wudao grabbed his ankle, he would know the outcome. In a moment, he blurted out, "Zhuang Wudao, you dare!"

Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but laugh loudly, remembering that he had said the same thing not long ago. At that time, Zhuang Tong ignored him.

A voice of anger also sounded behind him: "A martial arts competition should stop at a point. You—"

A fierce palm wind followed the sound, rushing from behind and striking Zhuang Wudao's back. The force was heavy and the wind was fierce!

However, Zhuang Wudao paid no attention. When Wei Que shouted "stop," he grabbed Zhuang Tong's foot. With a squeeze, there was a 'crack' sound, audible within ten feet.

Marrow Refinement Realm martial artists often have bones as hard as steel. Those specializing in leg techniques have even harder leg bones, difficult to injure with blades, and the strength of palms and fingers is weaker. But this does not include the joints!

Zhuang Wudao's palm squeezed down, using some of the Bull Demon Yuanba strength. Not only did he crush the muscles and joints of the ankle, but the leg bone could not withstand the force and cracked.

Zhuang Tong immediately let out a惨cry, both from the pain and the deep hatred for Zhuang Wudao!

It was only at this moment that Wei Que's "stop" words came out. The powerful palm force also struck Zhuang Wudao's back!

The force hit, but Zhuang Wudao's body did not move at all. The force could not penetrate his body!

With the layer of magnetic yuan force and aura protecting him, Wei Que's palm could not even touch his skin. Then, his muscles trembled, layer by layer, dissipating Wei Que's palm force.

"This is the Bull Demon Yuanba Body—"

Zhuang Wudao was now overjoyed, truly feeling the benefits of cultivating this supreme external cultivation technique!

Although Wei Que mainly practiced sword techniques, his decades of external cultivation were not to be underestimated. This full-strength palm could instantly kill a wild bull, causing internal injuries and death from blood loss.

But when it hit him, it did not even hurt a hair!

Wei Que, behind him, was now speechless.

Is this a cultivated aura body?

Zhuang Wudao, in addition to the Dragon Roar Tiger Roar Fist, had actually cultivated another external cultivation technique! It seemed to be of high quality, able to withstand his palm without injury, at least a first-class external cultivation technique!

Zhuang Wudao's lips curled slightly. Cultivating this technique, it was impossible to hide it every day; it would be better not to practice at all!

At this moment, revealing some hints would make others guess. When he truly used the Bull Demon Yuanba in the future, others would not be too surprised.

The back muscles trembled again, and the aura behind him trembled. The palm force that had been dissipated layer by layer reformed and rebounded from behind!

Wei Que almost could not withstand it, retracting his palm and retreating several steps, his heart even more shocked. Looking at Zhuang Tong, who was lying on the ground, holding his foot and crying out in pain, his face turned pale and then red.

Zhuang Wudao turned his head, his eyes filled with killing intent, and then his face was full of smiles: "Instructor, I wonder if I have won this round?"

Wei Que's breath was slightly stifled, but he had no choice, and nodded helplessly: "Of course you have won! But you two are fellow students, why do you need to be so ruthless? Having evil intentions and such vicious attacks violate the rules of our academy's competition. I will report to the headmaster, and the headmaster will decide—"

Before he finished speaking, Zhuang Wudao interrupted him, using a scolding tone: "Instructor Wei, what are you talking about? What evil intentions? I recently made rapid progress in martial arts and couldn't control my strength, accidentally injuring Junior Brother Zhuang Tong! Saying I attacked deliberately, I, Zhuang Wudao, will never admit it. If the headmaster and instructors want to punish me, I will appeal to the Wu Jing Dao Hall, asking the supervisor and Lichen Dao Hall to arbitrate!"

Wei Que was speechless, unable to say anything more. Zhuang Wudao was clearly intentional, and any discerning person could see it. However, the problem was that there were many tricks in this competition. Just Zhuang Tong's Flame Wind Boots were questionable.

At that time, Zhuang Wudao would certainly be punished, but he and Li Xiangnan would not fare well either. Zhuang Wudao had cultivated the 'Dragon Roar Tiger Roar' and had a strong external cultivation technique, with a martial arts foundation far surpassing Li Xiangnan. In a few years, he would surely enter the inner gate of Lichen. The academy would naturally favor him, no need to ask!

He already had a faint sense of regret. This time, he not only failed to gain any benefits from the Zhuang family but also offended this group of people. What was the point—

Blocking Wei Que's mouth, Zhuang Wudao then feigned sincerity and looked at Zhuang Tong, apologizing earnestly: "Junior Brother, are you okay? I couldn't control my strength and injured you. Please don't blame me!"

He then took out ten taels of silver from his pocket and threw it to Zhuang Tong: "I have nothing else, only this silver. It's for your medicine. You have a fortune, so you might not care, but I can't not give it. If the money is not enough, you can come to me."

Zhuang Tong did not appreciate it, his teeth clenched, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and he growled: "Zhuang Wudao! You scoundrel! I, Zhuang Tong, will surely skin you one day! Remember! Remember! I will make you die without a burial place, be a beggar for life, and never rise again! I will cripple you, kill you, you bastard—"

His words were incoherent, but Zhuang Wudao listened calmly, not taking it to heart. However, when he heard this, his face turned pale.

A dragon has a reverse scale, and although Zhuang Wudao is not a dragon, he also has a reverse scale—his mother, who has been ill for a long time and worked herself to death for him.

If it were elsewhere, he would have already punched out Zhuang Tong's teeth. But at this moment, it was not a good time to act.

He could only glare coldly at Wei Que, his eyes filled with a hidden threat: "Instructor, you held back your strength just now, and I am very grateful, remembering your kindness! However, Junior Brother Zhuang Tong seems to be in so much pain that he has gone mad. Please take him to rest first?"

Wei Que's body was cold, his sweat soaking through his clothes. He did not dare to say another word, quickly helping Zhuang Tong up and walking towards the outer courtyard. Zhuang Wudao coldly scanned the surroundings, seeing that the