Chapter 779 Competing Strength with a Fat Man (Part 2)

"Not very good." Yang Chen gave Hou Yun a hard look, knowing that this guy was still dissatisfied with being set up by Yang Chen before, and wanted to take revenge. But how could Yang Chen agree to such a thing and just shook his head.

"Then what do you think we should do?" Fatty Jing felt that it was a bit unreasonable to bully others after eating other people's food and drinking other people's wine, so he could only ask angrily.

"Let's compare our strength." Yang Chen finally found the time to tell his plan. Hou Yun didn't do anything good, but this topic was just right: "If I win, you can join our Chunyang Palace. Of course, someone will serve you delicious food and drinks. If you win, I will let A Ling entertain you once a year, how about it?"

"Okay." Fatty Jing had a simple idea. He nodded immediately after hearing Yang Chen's suggestion, but then immediately added: "But I may not be able to compete with you in terms of strength. I didn't steal the plate from you last time. Why don't you follow suit?" Hou, see if you can impress me. If you can impress me, you win. If you can't, you lose."

Even though Fatty Jinghu is simple-minded, he is not stupid at all. When he was suppressed by Yang Chen before when he was grabbing the plate, he realized that Yang Chen's power was amazing. However, he just felt that Yang Chen must be similar to Hou Yun, because the two of them are now similar in stature. Since Hou Yun can't impress him, Yang Chen definitely can't do it either.

This suggestion was exactly what Yang Chen wanted. Hou Yun was just a Yellow Turban warrior who was in the middle of the body-refining level. He was promoted to a high level not long ago because of Yang Chen's advice. However, Yang Chen had already reached the peak of his power when he ascended. He is one step away from reaching the realm of Li Che, which is a whole level higher than Hou Yun, so he won't even be able to impress Jinghu.

There are many yellow scarf warriors in the immortal world, but even if they have practiced to the level of overpowering the sea, they can already compete with the golden immortal masters by relying on brute force. Even if Yang Chen has not experienced so many tribulations, his physical strength is still not comparable to that of the masters of the Mysterious Immortal and the Golden Immortal, but his pure strength is by no means inferior. Even worse.

Yang Chen and Jinghu stood face to face in the vast space of Shui Mansion. Jinghu still maintained the shape of a fat man and did not return to his original state. Maybe in his heart. As long as this can take over Yang Chen's power, no matter how strong Yang Chen is, if his level is not as good as that of Hou Yun, at most he can attack with Hou Yun's level of power, right?

Because it was a pure contest of strength, Yang Chen had no intention of using the Great Yin Yang Five Elements Flying Sword. Even Hou Yun wanted to lend him the golden stick, but Yang Chen refused. Good opponents are rare, and a target of the eighth-level immortal is even rarer. Yang Chen still thought about the addiction of having a fist with bare hands.

Bang, at the signal of Fatty Jing Hu Jing. Yang Chen stepped forward and punched Jinghu hard on the round belly without any courtesy. This part is almost the fattest part of Jinghu's body, and it is also the place where he is least afraid of brute force attacks.

The voice was just as deep as when Hou Yun attacked Jinghu. The moment his fist touched Jinghu's fat flesh, Yang Chen truly felt the elasticity of Jinghu's body. The method of swallowing up almost all power and then slowly releasing it through deformation buffering can be said to be Jingtora's most unique method of dealing with brute force attacks.

Jinghu originally thought that Yang Chen's fist would be softly trapped like Hou Yun's big stick, and then bounced away, leaving him unscathed. However, the power carried by Yang Chen's fist shocked Jinghu.

Same as falling into the fat pit. The same force was removed by the deformation buffer of the fat, but the force on Yang Chen's fist was so great that the fat had deformed to the limit, but it still could not completely remove the power. There was still a part of the power that penetrated directly through the fat and hit Jinghu's internal organs heavily.

Standing on the spot, Jinghu let out a slightly surprised groan, and the powerful spiritual power quickly offset the force that penetrated his guts. Even so. The place hit by Yang Chen's punch still hurt slightly. Although it was not hurt, the heavy punch felt unpleasant.

Hou Yun's eyes widened on the side, fearing that he would miss something. Yang Chen's level of body refining is higher than his, and Hou Yun knows it clearly. Why don't we take a closer look at what high-level physical refining techniques look like at this time?

"Your punch was more than ten times heavier than Lao Hou's." The man who had received the two attacks exclaimed, and he was the most qualified to judge the strength of the two. Yang Chen just punched Jinghu, which surprised Jinghu. Yang Chen's figure was inconspicuous and his cultivation level was slightly low, but the force of this punch almost made him lose his composure.

Fortunately, Jinghu could still stand in place despite the pain and was not knocked away by a punch. Otherwise, you will lose with the first punch.

Yang Chen's first punch was just a test, and the next one was the real attack. Facing Jinghu, Yang Chen's fist seemed to turn into a big tent, carrying hundreds or thousands of fist shadows, and hit Jinghu's flesh. On the meat.

At this moment, Jinghu was not as relaxed as he was at the beginning. His face was full of seriousness, and his spiritual power traveled throughout his body, completely protecting his entire body. As soon as he finished this step, Yang Chen's fist reached his body.

A series of banging sounds were heard endlessly, and countless dents appeared on Jinghu's body. Each dent was the result of Yang Chen's fist attack. It was just because Yang Chen's attack speed was so fast that before the previous pit had time to bounce, the next pit had already appeared. One after another, such a shocking scene appeared.

Jinghu had almost stretched his body to the extreme, and all his spiritual power was fighting against the forces that were rushing straight into his guts, bombarding him from all directions. The almost invulnerable fat body that he had always been proud of was now bursting with pain. It was completely like being blasted out by Yang Chen.

However, the masters of the eighth-level heavenly immortals were masters of the eighth-level heavenly immortals after all. Even without the use of protective magic weapons, they could withstand Yang Chen's series of bombardments just by relying on their body and spiritual protection.

However, even with Jinghu's cultivation level, he could no longer maintain his human body at this moment. He completely restored his original killer whale form, and his body also expanded a lot, with a radius of several feet, no longer a small one with only three feet. appearance.

Yang Chen was also complaining secretly in his heart. Jinghu, the fat man, really lived up to his reputation. He was so fat that he could even withstand peak strength. Although he was short of the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation, his strength would not lie. Every attack he made was firmly received by Jinghu.

Could it be that my own strength is really helpless against this fat man? (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)