Chapter 2317 Pretending to Be Injured

"Yeah?"

"In that case, I can thank you!"

Hearing Duan Qi's words, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth grinned slightly and raised a slight arc.

"You boy, you are very polite!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Duan Qi's eyes flashed, and he said subconsciously.

"You and I are chatting like this, but you don't look like you are going to fight in the ring!"

Seeing that Duan Qi didn't intend to go to the ring at all, a gleam flashed in Mo Wentian's eyes, and he said coldly.

"Boy, it seems that you can't wait!"

"Come on, let me see if you have strength comparable to your courage!"

It was fine if Mo Wentian didn't say those words, but as soon as Mo Wentian said those words, Duan Qi remembered instantly, his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Duan Qi's figure had already appeared on the ring.

"It's natural for the emperor to say it, and he always keeps his word!"

A cold voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were filled with incomparable confidence.

Immediately, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and appeared on the ring.

"God Heaven Fist!"

The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, Duan Qi shouted angrily, and punched Mo Wentian directly.

"Boom..."

Following Duan Qi's punch, a sound came from the void.

I saw that the entire void trembled a little.

It has to be said that this strange Shentian Fist is still practiced well, at least the strength of this punch is already at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor.

And Mo Wentian looked at this punch, his expression didn't even change in the slightest.

With that appearance, it seemed that Duan Qi's punch was not in his eyes at all.

"Boss, be careful!"

"Brother Wentian, be careful!"

...

Seeing this scene, Xiaojiao, Tianhu and others exclaimed.

At this moment, Xiaojiao and the others showed even more worry on their faces.

"No problem!"

"This mere Shentian Fist, this emperor's Shenlong Fist will knock him to the ground!"

Mo Wentian's eyes were full of confidence.

"Boss..."

Listening to Mo Wentian's confident words, Xiao Jiao and the others looked at each other, opened their mouths, and wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything.

Xiaojiao and the others wanted to help, but Mo Wentian had already said that they would not be allowed to do so.

They can only watch from the sidelines, but they also believe.

Mo Wentian can handle Duan Qi well. After all, Mo Wentian's cultivation base is in the realm of Tianzun, and his strength can kill the warriors at the peak of Tiandi.

"Boy, you have to catch my first punch, don't let me down!"

And at this moment, Duan Qi's extremely arrogant voice came.

"Catch the first punch?"

"It's not me who can't catch the first punch, but you!"

Hearing Duan Qi's words, the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth raised an evil smile.

"Shenlong Fist!"

The next moment, Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all, he directly punched and greeted Duan Qi's Shentian Fist.

"Ho Ho..."

Following Mo Wentian's punch, a phantom of a dragon with a size tens of thousands of feet appeared in the void.

The divine dragon stood proudly in the void, screaming at Duan Qi.

"Shenlong Fist?"

"The power of this Shenlongquan is so strong, it is even stronger than my Shentianquan. It's just Mo Wentian's cultivation, but he is only in the early days of the Emperor of Heaven, so he will not be my opponent!"

Watching Mo Wentian's Shenlongquan strike, especially feeling the power of Shenlongquan, Duan Qi's eyes flashed a flash of impressiveness.

But the next moment, he thought that Mo Wentian's cultivation was only in the early days of the Emperor of Heaven.

Even though Mo Wentian's cultivation was only two small realms away from his peak Heavenly Emperor.

But the difference between these two small realms, in terms of strength, is vastly different.

"What a terrifying Longwei, this kid's cultivation is really only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven?"

"Yeah, why do I feel that the power of Mo Wentian's punch is even more terrifying than Senior Brother Duan Qi's Shentian Fist!"

"Impossible? This kid is just playing tricks. This kid can't be Duan Qi's opponent!"

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning of a big battle, this kid can't be the opponent of Senior Brother Duan Qi!"

"This kid is just trying to save face, but he is actually a paper tiger. Let's see how he was defeated by Senior Brother Duan Qi!"

...

Feeling the incomparable dragon's power, countless disciples from the gods and heavens exploded in an instant.

At this moment, they were a little suspicious about Mo Wentian's cultivation strength.

If they hadn't sensed that Mo Wentian's cultivation was really only at the early stage of the Emperor of Heaven, they really didn't believe that Mo Wentian was just a warrior at the early stage of Emperor of Heaven.

But among them, most people still believed that Duan Qi would be the final winner, while Mo Wentian, the incomparably vast Longwei, was still playing tricks.

"Boy, play tricks!"

"I'll let you see what the real punch is!"

Hearing these discussions, Duan Qi instantly felt confident.

Looking at Mo Wentian, an incomparably cold light flashed in Duan Qi's eyes, and he said coldly.

"What is the real fist strength?"

"You'll feel it soon!"

Hearing this, the corners of Mo Wentian's mouth curled up, becoming more intense.

The next moment, Mo Wentian's figure flashed and disappeared in place.

When he reappeared, Mo Wentian's figure had already appeared in front of Duan Qi.

Mo Wentian's Divine Dragon Fist directly hit Duan Qi's face.

"Boy, your speed is so fast!"

"God Heaven Fist!"

Seeing Mo Wentian appearing so close, Duan Qi greeted him with a fist without any hesitation.

"boom……"

The moment the two fists collided, there was a violent sound.

I saw two figures, retreating step by step.

"uh-huh……"

With a muffled snort, traces of blood overflowed from the corner of Duan Qi's mouth.

"This...how is this possible? Our Senior Brother Duan Qi was injured by this kid's punch?"

"If Senior Brother Duan Qi hadn't been so fast and punched that kid's Shenlong Fist to meet him, our Senior Brother Duan Qi might have been disfigured!"

"Senior brother Duan Qi's strength is not bad among our disciples in the gods and heavens. After all, senior brother Duan Qi is very talented!"

"That's right, although Senior Brother Duan Qi's cultivation is only at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor, he can display the perfect strength of the Heavenly Emperor!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a martial artist in the early days of the Heavenly Emperor who came from a small world could actually hurt Senior Brother Duan Qi!"

...

Seeing Duan Qi injured, countless disciples from the gods and heavens began to discuss in an instant.

They looked at Mo Wentian with a bit of concern in their eyes that couldn't be concealed.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed that a martial artist whose cultivation was only at the early stage of the Heavenly Emperor could actually injure a strong man at the peak of the Heavenly Emperor.

At this moment, their views on Mo Wentian couldn't help but change in their hearts.

"puff……"

And at this moment, a mouthful of blood spewed out from Mo Wentian's mouth.

Mo Wentian's aura dropped a lot.

"Boss!"

"Ask Brother Tian!"

...

Watching this scene, the figures of Xiaojiao, Huantian and others instantly appeared in front of Mo Wentian.

At the same time, the aura on Xiaojiao and the others rapidly increased.

If Mo Wentian hadn't said that they would not let them make a move, Xiaojiao would have made a move a long time ago.

Tianhu looked at Mo Wentian, with even more worry in his eyes.

"I'm fine!"

"You all back down!"

Mo Wentian looked at Xiaojiao and the others, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and said indifferently.

"Boss..."

"Brother Wentian..."

...

Listening to Mo Wentian's words, Xiaojiao and the others' eyes were full of worry.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.