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Chapter 38 Shadowless Ghost Hand

“Senior Brother He!”

“Senior Brother Zhang!”

The other party approached menacingly.

Iron He and Zhang Yi, the two core disciples, were knocked to the ground by the other party.

The other disciples immediately panicked. Only Bull Li roared and rushed forward, punching Zhao Yong.

He was already at the second level of Body Tempering. With his extraordinary brute force, his combat ability was not inferior to ordinary third-level Body Tempering disciples.

However, the enemy he faced today was surprisingly powerful.

“Hmph.” Zhao Yong was rather disdainful. With a casual punch, he easily knocked Bull Li to the ground.

In his eyes, Bull Li’s so-called innate brute force was just like the strength of a slightly stronger child.

The huge difference in the cultivation realm was not something that a natural brute force could offset.

“Heh, this so-called Shadowless Fist Dojo has been exaggerated previously. It’s just so-so.” A lackey held a stick and sneered.e

A martial arts school disciple who fought with him was furious when he saw that he was being looked down on.

However, their opponents were indeed difficult to deal with. Their skills were not inferior to the core disciples of the boxing gym, and there were many of them. Even Wu Li pounced on them in despair.

“Don’t be arrogant!” Willow Brows and Liu Mei, who had returned from their patrol not far away, shouted and came over with agile footsteps.

Zhao Yong looked at Willow Brows’ beautiful face and hid his playful expression under the scarf.

“Junior Sister! Hurry up and get Junior Brother Wang to help!” Iron He shouted.

In his opinion, although Willow Brows was at the third level of Body Tempering, she was still not Zhao Yong’s match.

Only Wang Yu, who was on duty, might be able to compete with him.

Now, among the disciples of the dojo, Song Hezheng and Wang Yu were recognized as the strongest.

He was one of the strongest in the dojo and no other disciple could take his place.

Recently, some sharp disciples could even vaguely sense that Wang Yu’s strength seemed to be above Song Hezheng’s.

They had never seen Wang Yu use his full strength though.

“You’re already here, and you still want to run?” Zhao Yong laughed wildly. He moved like a berserk ape and with a push of his arms, he shot towards Willow Brows and Liu Mei.

A few disciples along the way tried to stop him but were sent flying.

Willow Brows furrowed her eyebrows. Her beautiful eyes stared at Zhao Yong, who was charging over, and she threw a punch.

Although she was a woman, there were few disciples in the entire dojo who could be comparable to her in terms of hard work.

Coupled with his good talent, she had already become the strongest core disciple after Song Hezheng and Wang Yu.

Even Iron He, Zhang Yi, and the other senior brothers of the older batch were inferior to her. She was recognized as the eldest senior sister in the eyes of the new disciples.

Usually, when Wang Yu and Song Hezheng were not around and the new disciples were in trouble, she would be the first to stand up for them.

Willow Brows attacked like the wind, throwing out fist shadows.

“Not bad, not bad. To have a third-level Body Tempering cultivation at such a young age, you can’t be considered weak. You’re just right for me!”

Zhao Yong smiled happily. His big hand pierced through Willow Brows’ fist shadows and grabbed her arm.

Willow Brows was shocked.

“Shameless!”

Willow Brows bit her red lips tightly. She clenched her left hand into a fist and punched Zhao Yong’s heart. Unexpectedly, Zhao Yong grabbed her hand again.

“Young lady, after we move the ores away, let’s go to the bridal chamber tonight!”

Under Zhao Yong’s scarf was a pair of big, lustful eyes. His breathing was heavy, as if he could explode at any moment and tear Willow Brows’ clothes.

“Let go!” Liu Ye was also a little flustered, but she was still angry. She wanted to fight Zhao Yong to the death!

“Haven’t you heard what she said!”

As the voice approached, a figure rushed out of the mine and arrived beside Zhao Yong in a few seconds.

This time, it was Zhao Yong’s turn to be shocked.

Before he could react and slide his gaze away from Willow Brows’ face, a broad hand already pressed against his head. “Ahh!”

The stones on the ground shattered, and Zhao Yong’s head was forcefully pressed to the ground.

He knelt down, as if he was kowtowing to Willow Brows.

Iron He and the others were overjoyed when they saw who it was.

“That’s great! Junior Brother Wang is here!”

It was Wang Yu. He glanced at the situation from the corner of his eye. The injured disciples who had fallen to the ground saw this and their expressions became even colder.

Zhao Yong’s head was smashed open and blood flowed out. He was dazed.

He didn’t understand who else in the mine would be able to pin him to the ground tonight without giving him a chance to react.

Could it be that the information was wrong and that old dog Sun Chengshan was still here?!

No, even if Sun Chengshan came personally, it was impossible for him to suppress him like this.

It was all the more impossible to injure him so easily!

Zhao Yong came back to his senses and growled, trying to prop himself up.

However, when he looked up, he saw a fist coming at his face.

His head buzzed. Like a deflated balloon, he was sent flying

He opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of blood mixed with several detached teeth.

“This… Big Brother!”

Only then did the lackeys react. They were shocked.

They had not expected their boss to be beaten up so badly.

Moreover, the opponent was merely a young disciple. This was even more unexpected.

It had to be known that Zhao Yong was a martial artist at the fifth level of the Body Tempering Realm. In theory, other than Sun Chengshan, the owner of the Shadowless Fist Dojo, the other disciples were no match for Zhao Yong at all.

The trip here had been a sure win. Who would have thought there would be such a big disaster?

Zhao Yong could not care less about his injuries because Wang Yu had already attacked again, not giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Zhao Yong focused and mobilized all his strength to fight Wang Yu with all his might.

What he cultivated was also a fist technique that was close to the perfected sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm.

Ghost Fiend Sect Fist.

With his tricky fist techniques and crafty attacks, coupled with his fifth-level Body Tempering cultivation, his lethality was extremely strong.

If his opponent was not careful, he would hit their vital parts, shatter their internal organs and take their lives.

Wang Yu used the third level of the Zu Clan’s Wind Chasing Kick Technique to test Zhao Yong’s strength.

After knowing what to do, he took a deep breath and his aura rose again.

His swinging arms became even more unpredictable. At close range, it was even difficult for Zhao Yong to track Wang Yu’s punches.

Fast!

Extremely fast!

Zhao Yong only saw a black shadow flash past.

“Pop!”

The next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if his heart was about to stop.

Only then did he notice that Wang Yu’s fist had already landed on his chest.

Just as he was about to counterattack, Wang Yu’s fist landed on his face, throat, temple, and other vital points.

It made him feel as if countless attacks were descending on him at once, covering his entire body.

But in fact, he knew that his only enemy was Wang Yu.

However, Wang Yu’s attack was too fast and unpredictable, making it impossible for him to defend himself.

And only a martial artist at the perfected sixth level of the Body Tempering Realm could suppress him so miserably from beginning to end!

Only by cultivating a Body Tempering cultivation technique to the peak could one unleash such power.

The results were clear.

That’s right, Wang Yu had already broken through to the sixth level of the Shadowless Fist a month ago.

And mastered the ultimate secretShadowless Ghost Hands!

His cultivation naturally broke through the limit and reached the sixth level of Body Tempering

Not only that, but he had also cultivated the other four incomplete body cultivation techniques and had reached the top of the incomplete technique.

His personal interface was no longer the same as before.

Name: Wang Yu

Race: Human

Cultivation: Body Tempering Level Six

Martial arts: Shadowless Fist+3, Hong Family Fist+1, Soft Yin Palm Technique+1, Unfalling Bell Technique+1, Zu Clan’s Wind Chasing Kick+1