Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

Chapter 1079 - 1078: Yang Xiong's Fierce Battle Against Mickey (Second Update)

"Bang, bang, bang..."The moment Yang Xiong and Mickey stepped onto the stage, they were already locked in a flurry of blows.

Yang Xiong was like a fierce tiger, never knowing how to dodge, just aggressively attacking, with wide movements, charging forward fearlessly. His momentum was overwhelming, reaching a terrifying extreme.

After exchanging three punches with Yang Xiong, Mickey couldn't hold out and was forced back.

He immediately changed his strategy.

Rather than meeting Yang Xiong head-on, he opted for a hit-and-run tactic.

He maneuvered around Yang Xiong with his incredible speed.

He transformed into a blur, racing swiftly around Yang Xiong.

It was impossible for anyone to see him clearly.

His true form was indistinguishable.

In fact, the entire arena was filled with his shadows.

They emitted a whooshing sound as they broke through the space.

Yang Xiong was crazily chasing, but he just couldn't catch up.

Instead, Mickey found a flaw, and with a fierce punch, struck Yang Xiong hard on the back.

"Boom..."

It was like striking leather, the sound was dull.

The arena shook.

It was evident how terrifying that punch was.

Yang Xiong's body swayed, stumbling a step forward.

"Collapse with the Mountain-Pushing Punch!"

Mickey sneered and shouted, his fist bursting with golden light, with a Heaven-Destroying, Earth-Extinguishing momentum, struck Yang Xiong's back again fiercely.

"Boom..."

Golden light suddenly erupted from Yang Xiong's body, his Defensive Ability finally activated.

Instead of collapsing, he stood as steadfast as a mountain.

He swiftly turned around, angrily shouting, "You dare hit me? I'll crush you..."

Like a madman, he lunged at Mickey, unleashing punches like raindrops.

Mickey was slightly too slow to dodge, and the fist grazed his shoulder.

Instantly, he tumbled to the ground, and Yang Xiong strode after him, continuously stomping on him.

Bang, bang, bang...

Each footstep caused the arena to tremble.

The sound was exceptionally loud.

Mickey rolled continuously, almost getting stomped several times.

But his body was incredibly agile, like a cat, rolling left and right, as fast as lightning.

Often dodging at the last possible moment.

And he seized an opportunity, leaping up.

Relying on his incredible speed and unique movement, he rapidly darted across the arena.

Transforming into a sky full of dark shadows.

No way to distinguish his figure anymore.

Hundred Ghosts Prowling Forest!

This is the top movement technique of America's top sect, the Wind Cloud Sect.

When pushed to the limit, it's like a hundred ghosts prowling through a forest.

Leaving people dazzled and disoriented.

"Idiot, let's see how long you can run,"

Yang Xiong simply stopped chasing, suddenly pausing, arrogantly standing there.

Waiting for the enemy to come and attack.

After all, he had an incomparably terrifying Defensive Ability.

Even taking a punch was no big deal.

"That foolish kid is in danger,"

Zhou Tianyu sighed and said.

Sure enough.

No one knew what Secret Technique Mickey used, but the stage began to fill with white mist, becoming increasingly dense.

Obscuring Mickey's figure.

Coupled with his terrifying movement technique.

Yang Xiong had no chance of hitting him.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Mickey's attacks rained down on Yang Xiong like raindrops.

Most of the strikes targeted the knees and calves.

One of the most vulnerable areas of the human body.

Naturally, they couldn't withstand the terrifying force.

Yang Xiong roared repeatedly, wildly attacking in vain.

But all his strikes hit only air.

"Mickey is mighty."

"Mickey is invincible."

"Little boy, you'd better go back to breastfeeding."

"..."

The American Cultivators were excitedly shouting.

The Chinese Cultivators collectively fell silent, their faces filled with deep concern.

"Foolish boy, you must hold on."

"What to do?"

"How can we turn the tables?"

The three jokesters Ma Rufei jumped up in frustration.

Only Zhang Bin remained unflustered, sitting there, watching calmly.

"Spiritual Eye, activate..."

Yang Xiong finally got angry and suddenly shouted.

His two eyes burst forth with white light, shining like searchlights.

Zhang Bin had given him a Special Elixir from the Xuanwu Star, cultivating the Spiritual Eye, which could see through all mists and illusions.

And now, he finally remembered this special ability and activated it.

It proved effective; he saw Mickey's true form.

His right hand swiftly reached out from behind, grabbing Mickey's kicking calf.

He swung him around in the air and then slammed him hard onto the ground.

"Boom..."

The arena shook, and dust flew.

"Ah..."

Mickey let out an unbearably shrill scream, fear written all over his face, a mist of blood spewing from his mouth.

"How dare you hit me, how dare you hit me, I'll smash you to death."

Yang Xiong screamed in anger, swinging Mickey high in the air, relentlessly slamming him onto the stage.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The sound echoed repeatedly.

"Crack, crack..."

Bones shattered, screams were wrenching.

"I concede..."

Mickey screamed in pain.

"Boom..."

Yang Xiong forcefully threw Mickey off the stage like trash, crashing onto the ground and rolling who knew how many times before stopping, lying there like a dead dog, unable to move, with blood gushing from all his features.

In this fight, Yang Cheng won.

Mickey was miserably defeated.

Nearly losing his life.

The cheers of the American Cultivators abruptly ceased, looking bewildered.

They were still in disbelief about Mickey's sudden defeat.

While the Chinese Cultivators erupted in unparalleled excitement and cheers.

"Yang Xiong, well done."

"Yang Xiong, you are the strongest."

"Yang Xiong, I love you, I want to have your baby."

"..."

"Oh my, so many beauties want to have my babies? My mom's going to kill me."

Yang Xiong muttered, leaping off the stage, then being picked up by the three jokesters and thrown into the air, as they celebrated by tossing him around.

They were simply too excited.

Because Yang Xiong had made it to the finals first.

Just one step away from winning the championship.

"Is my foolish little brother really that strong?"

"Is this truly my son? Trained by his brother-in-law to become such a powerful cultivator?"

Mother Yang and Yang Yiyi were sitting in front of the TV watching the match, thanks to Tutu sending them the footage via Zhang Bin, they were astoundingly delighted to an extreme, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Oh my, that foolish kid is actually so strong? What did his brother-in-law do to train him?"

The villagers gathered to watch, each one deeply impressed and envious.

And another semi-final also began.

Bawang from the White Swan Country against Tuo Ri from the India Sky Witch Sect.

Bawang stood a head taller than Tuo Ri, like a mighty lion, with long hair all over his body.

The black hair on his arms and calves was several inches long.

His body had no fat, only lean muscle, protruding like a little mouse.

He looked full of strength.

He was a genius disciple of White Swan Country's most powerful sect – Dalimen.

Mastering the incredibly powerful Great Strength Ability.

In previous matches, he had overpowered all opponents with sheer force.

No one could withstand a single punch from him.

He was also one of the favorites to win the championship.