Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

Chapter 1082 - 1081: Winning the Championship (Fifth Update)

Tuo Ri was as strong as an ox, and his neck was like an Inferior Grade Magical Treasure, so of course he wasn't injured.However, his speed was still affected.

His attacks slowed down for a moment.

Yang Xiong, on the other hand, went berserk with his counterattack, his fists like dragons, weaving in and out.

Even Space was shaking from the blows, air currents roared, and his aura surged to the sky.

"Ah…"

Tuo Ri had no choice but to clash head‑on with Yang Cheng with a punch.

He let out a cry of pain and quickly retreated.

It wasn't that his Strength was inferior, but that his fists had been Bombarded too many times; his knuckle bones had reached their limit.

Although he cultivated Body Refinement, he hadn't tempered his bones to the point they could compare to an Inferior Grade Magical Treasure.

"Kill kill kill…"

Yang Xiong shouted madly, his left hand forming a sword seal as he unleashed the Lightning Three Swords.

His right hand clenched into a fist, turning into a cannonball, whistling back and forth.

This offense was in no way weaker than Tuo Ri's earlier attacks.

Tuo Ri began to retreat step by step, but he still did his utmost to block.

He wasn't too flustered.

His left hand turned into a claw, his right into a palm, like a sharp Sabre.

The power of it was also formidable.

His Defense was airtight, not even water could seep through.

He fully displayed the Witch Clan's terrifying close‑quarters Combat Ability.

"So strong."

Everyone wore looks of shock and admiration.

This kind of brawl was just too spectacular; it left them all in awe.

"Monkey Steals the Peach."

Yang Xiong felt that defeating his opponent head‑on was too difficult, so he let out a weird laugh and shouted.

His Telekinetic Ability was unleashed.

He grabbed Tuo Ri's balls from a distance and viciously squeezed.

"Ah…"

Tuo Ri let out a muffled groan. Although his balls didn't burst, the pain bored straight into his heart.

His guard instantly showed an opening.

Yang Xiong slammed a vicious punch into his arm.

"Bang…"

Tuo Ri stumbled and almost fell.

Then he was beaten so badly by Yang Xiong's lightning‑like finger swords and fists that he couldn't even lift his head.

"Bang bang bang…"

"Ah ah ah…"

Tuo Ri was beaten stupid, retreating again and again, his blocks completely disordered.

"Just lie down for me."

Yang Xiong shouted with a strange laugh, his fists and finger swords Bombarding his opponent's chest like raindrops.

It was like pounding a sandbag.

"Bang bang bang…"

"Crack…"

His chest bones finally shattered.

Tuo Ri was blasted backward through the air, a jet of blood spraying from his mouth, and he crashed down off the ring like a pile of mud, unable to move at all.

In this battle, the merely 11‑year‑old Yang Cheng emerged victorious.

The top favorite for the championship, Tuo Ri, had been beaten into a dead dog.

The entire arena was stunned into dead silence.

Then, deafening cheers suddenly erupted.

"Yang Xiong won."

"Good kid, you're seriously strong."

"Yang Xiong, champion, champion."

"..."

Even the villagers from Yang Family Village were shouting themselves hoarse with excitement.

Mother Yang and Yang Yiyi's faces were full of pride and excitement.

Meanwhile, all the Disciples of the Sky Witch Sect collectively fell silent; they couldn't say a single word.

Their earlier arrogance and swagger were all turned into a joke.

"Now I announce that Yang Xiong, age just 11, a Taiqing Sect Disciple from China, has won the championship of the 21st World Strongmen Liquid State Fighting Tournament." The President of White Swan Country, President Pu Xin, personally went up on stage, raised Yang Xiong's hand high, and shouted excitedly.

Immediately, the deafening cheers rang out once again and went on for a long time without stopping.

"Yang Xiong, you're a genius. You're only 11 and you've already cultivated to such a powerful level. Now that you've won the championship, is there anything you'd like to say here?"

The President of White Swan Country, Pu Xin, lowered Yang Cheng's hand and asked with a beaming smile.

"I want to thank my sister. Without my sister, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Yang Xiong said.

"Could it be your sister is very strong?"

Pu Xin asked curiously.

"No, my sister isn't a Cultivator. But my sister is very beautiful, the most beautiful beauty in the world. So she found a very strong boyfriend, and he spared no effort in training me. That's how I went from a little rascal to a Cultivator." Yang Xiong said excitedly.

"May I ask who your sister's boyfriend is?"

The President of White Swan Country asked, trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm not telling you, or else you'd know he's Zhang Bin, right? He's got several girlfriends, you know."

Yang Xiong said with a guarded look on his face.

"Pff…"

A lot of people in the audience burst out laughing.

"Wahahaha…"

The three jokers led by Ma Rufei were laughing so hard they were rolling around.

"This unlucky kid, how can he be this dumb?"

In front of the TV, Yang Yiyi stomped her foot in anger, her pretty face flushing bright red.

"Cheng'er is only 11, he doesn't understand things yet. He'll be fine when he grows up."

Mother Yang, however, looked fondly at Yang Xiong on the TV screen and said with a smile.

And the villagers couldn't help bursting into hearty laughter.

Zhang Bin was also torn between laughter and tears, and he made up his mind even more firmly that he had to send Yang Cheng to school.

Otherwise, no matter how strong he got, he'd still be an idiot. How could he ever be his successor like that?

Finally, Yang Xiong jumped down from the stage.

He was full of smugness, excited to the extreme.

The Taiqing Sect Disciples also rushed up and lifted Yang Xiong high into the air.

Cheering and shouting.

After a great effort, Yang Xiong finally set his feet back on the ground.

He ran over to Zhang Bin and said excitedly, "Brother‑in‑law, I told you long ago, the championship was mine. You didn't believe me. How about it now? Got your face slapped by me, huh?"

Before coming to the competition, he'd been wildly arrogant, boasting that the championship was his.

Zhang Bin of course told him not to be so cocky, saying the strong were as numerous as the clouds and experts fell like rain.

"Hmph…" Zhang Bin pulled a long face and snorted coldly. "If you hadn't used your Telekinetic Ability, could you have beaten Tuo Ri?"

"That? It'd be a bit hard."

Yang Xiong's arrogance instantly deflated, and he looked a bit embarrassed.

"Not 'a bit hard,' you would have definitely lost."

Zhang Bin said sternly, "As you can see, you're still far from enough. When we get back, your training gets doubled. From now on you'll fight five Zombies at once."

"Yes."

Yang Xiong pulled a bitter face. Before, he'd always fought four Zombies at a time, and that was already hard to endure.

Now he'd be fighting five, which meant he'd probably be completely suppressed.

However, he didn't dare disobey.

In his heart, Zhang Bin was a War God, the idol he worshipped.

And also the brother‑in‑law he deeply respected.

"Hehehe… the silly kid is in for some suffering."

The three jokers gloated off to the side.

And so the first day of the World Strongmen Tournament came to an end.

The Golden Core Realm matches would be held tomorrow.

Everyone left the venue.

The Chinese Cultivators were naturally overjoyed.

But the Celestial Witch Sect Cultivators hung their heads in dejection.

"Tomorrow, I'll crush Zhang Bin and beat him until he kneels on the ground and begs for mercy."

Wu Gang's face twisted into a cruel grin. "Bullying Tuo Ri because he hasn't cultivated any Divine Skills yet? Tomorrow I'll let you see the terrifying Divine Skills of my Witch Sect."

He was a tremendously powerful expert. Naturally, just like Zhang Bin, he could see the real reason Tuo Ri lost.

It was because Yang Xiong had used a Special Ability.

In fact, Yang Xiong had used not just one, but three in total: a Defensive Ability, Great Strength Ability, and Telekinetic Ability.

But Tuo Ri had yet to cultivate any Special Ability at all.

He needed to break through one more Realm to do that.

The Cultivation Technique of the Sky Witch Sect focused on Body Refinement in the Early Stage; they didn't cultivate True Qi or Special Abilities.

Only that way could they lay a solid foundation, so that when they cultivated to the Realm of a Great Witch in the future, they could tear the sky apart with their terrifying bodies.

Becoming unimaginably powerful.

And when they cultivated to the level of a Lesser Witch, Special Abilities would start to appear, and they'd be super powerful Abilities at that.

Wu Gang was, of course, a master at the Minor Witch Realm, and the most talented Disciple at the Minor Witch Realm in the Sky Witch Sect. Naturally, he had cultivated powerful Special Abilities.

That was why he dared say he would use Special Abilities to overbearingly crush Zhang Bin.

The Sky Witch Sect Disciples immediately got excited again. Their eyes blazed with hot Light, and the arrogance and wildness once more appeared on their faces.

It was as if they could already see the glorious scene of Wu Gang crushing Zhang Bin, beating Zhang Bin to his knees and making him beg for mercy.

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