Chapter 23 - A Trap Set-up by the Main Family? (1/2)

Almost everyone stared at the young man who calmly pulled his fist back.

One punch, he defeated his opponent with just one punch!

“The nine cracking sounds that we heard just now… It means that his Tong Mai Punch had been reached the Yuan Man level!”

A middle-aged man said in shock.

Nine crisp sounds indicated that one’s Tong Mai Punch had reached the Yuan Man level.

The Tong Mai Punch was an upper-ranked skill which didn’t have a class, so it was very suitable for Tong Mai level cultivators to cultivate. However, cultivators would not normally spend very much time or energy cultivating this lower-ranked skill up to the Yuan Man level.

This was because they would rather spend their time cultivating Vitality and opening up more of their Meta-pulses. Once they reached the Zi Fu level, they would be able to cultivate higher-ranked Wudo Forms.

For a cultivator to produce nine crisp sounds with a Tong Mai Punch, their cultivation had to be at least Tong Mai Ninth Sky, on top of reaching Yuan Man level in the Tong Mai Punch. The higher the number of crisp sounds heard, the greater the explosive force of one’s punch.

Since Mu Feng had only opened up six of his Meta-pulses, he should only be able to exert the force of a Tong Mai Sixth Sky cultivator. This meant that the explosive force of his punch should only be around 500 kilograms. However, the Vitality that he possessed was much purer than other Tong Mai level cultivators, and his Xue Ling pulses were also much thicker and stronger than usual. Hence, the explosive force of his punch was as powerful as a Tong Mai Ninth Sky cultivator.

That was why the explosive force of his punch was around 900 kilograms instead. One punch of his would be able to smash a cow into pieces.

The crowd stared at Mu Li, who was lying in a pool of blood, and remained speechless. After a while, Mu Hai snapped out of his thoughts and shouted: “Why are you still standing there? Go over and help him now!”

“Ah? Y-yes, my Lord!”

Two Mu disciples snapped back into the present and hurried over to help Mu Li. His ribs were broken.

Mu Li glared at Mu Feng as he passed him. Mu Feng looked at him and said: “Cousin Mu Li, thanks for going easy on me.”

“That punch of yours just now… I sensed Vitality in it! Your Meta-pulses…A-aren’t damaged!”

Mu Li said as he glared at Mu Feng.

“No, my Meta-pulses were indeed damaged. However, who said that damaged Meta-pulses can’t recover? As you said just now, I’m the Little Lord of the main family…”

Mu Feng walked over to his side and whispered coldly to Mu Li, who was now lying on a stretcher: “No matter what, you’re my cousin. I hope that you will respect yourself. We’re all brothers of the Mu family, and nobody is superior to the others. If it was me that you were badmouthing, I would be willing to tolerate it. However, I will not tolerate anybody who badmouths my brother! Do take care of yourself.”

After finishing his sentence, Mu Feng stood up and continued to look at Mu Li as he was carried away. Mu Li realized what Mu Feng meant. Mu Feng was actually telling him that his Meta-pulses, which were once damaged, were now completely healed.

“Mu Feng……!”

Khoff!

Mu Li was angered by his words and spat out another mouthful of blood. He became unconscious shortly after that.

“What a powerful punch! I never thought that he would be able to defeat Mu Li with just one punch. But since he did, his cultivation must at least be at the Tong Mai Ninth Sky. But aren’t his Meta-pulses damaged? Why does he still have such strength?”

“That really freaked me out too. I heard nine crisp sounds just now. He actually cultivated his Tong Mai Punch up to the Yuan Man level?! Since he was still able to practice a Wudo Form, doesn’t this mean that his Meta-pulses were not damaged?”

“Hmm, I think I understand now. His Meta-pulses must have been damaged previously, but they were healed by the family. Think about it. The main family is one of the upper-class families within the capital, and he’s the Little Lord of that family. They must have cured him with some sort of rare panacea.”

A commotion broke out among the crowd.

Little Lord, it seems that the news about your damaged Meta-pulses was fake. Did the main family spread the rumors just to keep you safe?

Mu Hai thought to himself.

“Haha, you were so cool, Brother Feng! That was awesome!”