Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

Chapter 1080 - 1079: Defeating Mickey, Battling Tuo Ri (Third Update)

"To deal with you, I only need one punch."Bawang looked at Tuori and arrogantly shouted.

"To deal with you, I also only need one punch, if that doesn't work, then two."

Tuori also shouted full of confidence.

"Kill…"

Then they almost shouted out simultaneously.

Rushed forward, two fists the size of bowls crazily collided with each other.

"Bang…"

The air currents burst forth, the sound like thunder.

Step step step…

Both of them simultaneously staggered back under the massive recoil force.

Retreating over twenty steps.

It was unexpectedly a draw, evenly matched.

"Good…"

All the cultivators below the stage shouted wildly.

This was truly a fight between masters.

"Kill kill kill…"

The two guys shouted wildly again, as if two tanks crazily crashing into each other, bombarding each other.

Bang bang bang…

Once again they exchanged five punches.

Bawang's facial features were bleeding, his arm was constantly trembling.

His hand bones had cracked.

Although his strength was no less than Tuori's, his body's resilience was inferior.

And Tuori, through practicing the Witch Clan's Body Refinement technique, not only had terrifying strength, but his body was like a magical treasure, with exceptional endurance.

"Take another punch from me."

Tuori sneered and shouted, rushing up again and crazily punched out.

Bawang had to switch to another fist, fully thrusting his left fist onto Tuori's fist.

"Bang…"

Bawang staggered backward, unable to withstand it.

While Tuori, with unstoppable momentum, pursued him.

Once again throwing a punch.

Whoosh…

The sound pierced the air.

Exceptionally harsh.

Bawang couldn't evade, as the fist enveloped him.

His left hand suddenly reached out like an iron door bolt, trying to fend off Tuori's fist.

Unfortunately, Tuori's fist accelerated suddenly, striking directly without deviation into his chest.

"Crack…"

Chest bone shattered.

Bawang screamed miserably, like a kite with a broken string, rolling off the platform, crashing to the ground, spewing blood like an arrow, unable to get up.

In this battle, Tuori defeated Bawang with ten punches, showcasing terrifying strength.

Shocked the world, capturing everyone's attention.

All cultivators below the stage were looking with awe at Tuori, who stood proudly on stage, unable to look away.

This is a supreme genius, destined to grow into a giant in the future.

In this World Strongman Tournament, the Liquid State champion is none other than him.

"Tuori, champion, Tuori, champion."

"Tuori, you are the strongest, defeating all opponents."

"Ten punches defeat Bawang, one punch defeats Yang Xiong…"

"…"

All the Celestial Witch Sect cultivators shouted wildly, extremely fervent.

"Kid, now it's your turn, come up and die! I want to crush you with one punch."

Tuori stood on the stage like a mountain, arrogantly shouting while pointing at Yang Xiong.

"You're asking for it; let grandpa teach you a lesson."

Yang Xiong was furious, jumping onto the platform with a swoosh.

The two began to confront each other, glaring at each other relentlessly.

Not attacking immediately.

Because they knew they were strong opponents.

Meanwhile, the Celestial Witch Sect disciples shouted arrogantly.

"How could that kid be a match for Tuori, Tuori can kill him with just one punch."

"One finger is enough, that kid just got weaned."

"Maybe one finger isn't enough, maybe it takes two."

"…"

Can't blame them for being so arrogant, because Tuori was so powerful and talented; even Ba Heng, who was earlier defeated by Yang Xiong with a head hammer, couldn't withstand two punches from Tuori either.

"Yang Xiong, teach him a lesson…"

"Crush him, Yang Xiong…"

"…"

The Chinese cultivators shouted fervently.

Even the villagers from Yang Family Village were shouting hoarsely in front of the TV.

But on Mother Yang and Yang Yiyi's faces were written concerns.

Yang Xiong is only 11 years old, has only been cultivating for a year, and his opponent is seven or eight years older, so fierce and strong, can Yang Xiong win? Will he be injured?

"Mom, don't worry, Zhang Bin is the world's number one Divine Doctor, no matter how severe the injury, he can heal it."

Yang Yiyi comforted.

"Yang Xiong will definitely win, won't get injured."

Some villagers also tried to comfort them.

However, even their faces were full of worries.

"Kid, earlier you succeeded in ambushing Ba Heng, this time, I will crush you hard, let you know how powerful we Celestial Witch Sect cultivators are." Tuori arrogantly shouted, "I will beat you until you throw up the milk you drank."

"Bastard, Grandpa will tear you apart." Yang Xiong roared, "Eat my punch!"

His entire body lit up with dazzling golden light, like a titan, surging forward with a massive momentum, emitting a piercing sound.

Right fist like a mountain striking towards Tuori's chest.

"Bring it on."

Tuori shouted back, his right fist shooting out like a cannonball, whistling as it carried a heaven-destroying, earth-extinguishing momentum.

"Boom…"

The two fists collided directly, creating a thunderous sound.

A terrifying shockwave burst out, the air currents crashing out like tides, lifting the dust on the ground into a small mushroom cloud.

Both simultaneously felt a huge overwhelming force, stepping back a dozen steps.

Again evenly matched, neither gaining the upper hand.

All the cultivators were secretly shocked, not by Tuori's immense power, but by Yang Cheng, an 11-year-old youth who possessed such terrifying strength?

What power might he have when he grows up?

Yet, no one believed in Yang Xiong's winning.

Because Tuori is a body cultivation practitioner, with an extremely powerful body.

"Although this milk-drinking kid has great strength, he will definitely, like Bawang who was beaten by Tuori earlier, have his bones shattered, defeated."

"With just two punches, Yang Xiong will be unable to bear it."

"You'll see, that kid definitely won't dare to meet force with force again."

"…"

Many Celestial Witch Sect cultivators mocked with cold smiles.

"Kid, take my punch."

As soon as Tuori steadied himself, he shouted and rushed forward.

Enveloping an immensely overwhelming aura, like a demon god, he crazily threw a punch at Yang Xiong.

"Don't say one punch, even a hundred punches, I'm not afraid."

Yang Xiong also shouted as he charged, his right fist spirally launched, carrying a rotating force.

This was the Spiral Punch recorded in the Three Purities Secret Technique, not only capable of absorbing the opponent's power but also consolidating one's force into a drill, enhancing attack power.

"Bang…"

"Bang bang bang…"

"Bang bang bang bang…"

They clashed like this, touching and separating instantly, but immediately rushing to clash again.

Punching seven times in one go.

Still evenly matched, Yang Xiong's fist bones remained unbroken, still vigorous as ever.

Tuori's expression became serious, crazily striking even more.

Yang Xiong fearlessly continued to head-on clash…