43 Dragon Tiger Overlord Fist Part 1 (1/2)

Silence filled the parade ground as everyone focused on Mo Wen and Yang Qi. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The audience knew that this competition between the two would decide the champion of the inter-battalion competition and thus bestow the highest honor of the military training on the winner.

This military training experience during university was a once-in-a-lifetime memory to most of the participants. However, it would bring a lifetime of pride to hold one's victory over thousands of students.

”Mo Wen is competing against Yang Qi, who do you think will be the winner?” a round-faced girl moved forward and asked.

”Of course it'll be Mo Wen,” Qin Xiaoyou replied almost instinctively. She was unaware of when she starting having such confidence in Mo Wen.

”Pfft. Don't be too sure. I know Yang Qi and he has a noble family background. He is a young man with a promising future and his capabilities are above mine,” Wang Xiaofei retorted. She then raised her eyebrows and teased, ”Xiaoyou, I reckon Mo Wen will surely be smashed by Yang Qi.”

”If Yang Qi is so great, then you should just marry him,” Qin Xiaoyou looked at Wang Xiaofei superciliously.

”Oh dear, someone is not happy that I didn't speak well of Mo Wen,” said Wang Xiaofei. Then Wang Xiaofei pinched Qin Xiaoyu's cheek with her fingers as she said, ”I will not marry Yang Qi because he's not good enough for me.”

Qin Xiaoyou brushed away Wang Xiaofei's hand and focused her attention on the center of the parade ground, ”Go away, don't disturb the others from watching the competition.”

Yang Qi laughed with a sneer as he glanced at Mo Wen, ”Mo Wen, I've heard so much about you.”

”Who are you?” Mo Wen raised his brows, not understanding why this youngster was so hostile towards him.

”I am Yang Qi, perhaps you don't know me now, but you will surely remember my name after,” Yang Qi responded while stretching his limbs.

”You seem very confident,” Mo Wen smiled without commenting further.

Yang Qi looked at Mo Wen scornfully while saying, ”I agree that you are quite capable, but your winning streak will soon end upon meeting me. Another reminder, keep your distance from Qin Xiaoyou or else.” Although he didn't believe that Mo Wen had any sort of amorous relationship with Qin Xiaoyou, he still disliked the idea of any guy getting too close to the girl he liked.

”I don't need your reminders. Make your move then. I would like to know if your combat skills are as skilled as your boasts,” said Mo Wen. Mo Wen suddenly smiled as Qin Xiaoyou was the topic of discussion again. He was curious as to why he was such an eyesore to so many people even though he didn't have any relationship with Qin Xiaoyu.

Yang Qi didn't comment any further. He stepped forward and his presence changed as acute radiance instantly came from him. His eyes were cold like blades of ice and held some degree of intimidation.

With just a few easy steps, he was already in front of Mo Wen. He extended his right hand with force gushing out and gripped Mo Wen by the shoulder.

Mo Wen felt a slight weight on his body and the surrounding air seemed to have thickened. Surprise flashed through his eyes because he knew this method of gathering Qi as pressure was a unique use of Inner Qi. A use which was usually used by the ancient martial arts practitioners of Soothing Pulse realm to fight their enemies.

Since Yang Qi was able to gather Qi as pressure while he was only in the cultivation of Regulated Breathing realm, then his standard of practice must be higher than Wang Xiaofei. Moreover, the instant outburst of force that occured when he made his move could only be possessed by someone who had actually killed people.

The overall quality of Yang Qi was definitely something that Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, both of which had a few years martial arts practice under their belts, would not be able to compare to.

”Quite interesting,” Mo Wen thought as he smiled with intrigue. He finally found a proper opponent.

In fact, Yang Qi was more like a martial arts practitioner who had been around Jianghu. As for Wang Yuan and Shao Jianyang, they were considered junior practitioners at most.

Facing Yang Qi's determined grip, Mo Wen simply shook his body slightly. A strange undulation emitted from his body and then the pressure Yang Qi was trying hard to gather disappeared.