Miracle Farmer with Special Abilities

Chapter 1077 - 1076: Yang Xiong Takes the Stage

The matches went on without a moment's pause.Over a hundred countries and Sects combined only brought a little more than three hundred contestants.

And each pair's fight never lasted long; most of the time the winner was decided in just a few seconds.

So the tournament was especially exciting.

"Look quick, Tuo Ri is on stage."

Ma Rufei shouted loudly.

Sure enough, Tuo Ri gave a light leap and flew onto the arena.

He stood there proudly like a towering mountain.

His aura was terrifying to the extreme.

His opponent was a Supreme Genius of White Swan Country, named Qisiyefu.

He was also very tall and imposing, his aura no weaker.

"Qisiyefu is a Supreme Genius of Flame Sect from White Swan Country, only 17, yet he's already cultivated to the Great Perfection of the Liquid Phase. Rumor has it he can even leapfrog to defeat Golden Core Cultivators; he's one of the seed contestants. These two are about to have a huge battle, it's going to be absolutely spectacular." Li Taiqing had done detailed research, knew everything inside out, and explained from the side.

"Take my punch…"

Qisiyefu suddenly roared, he stomped viciously on the ground, and with a loud crack, he shot out like a cannon shell, tearing through the air with a sound like ripping space. His right arm swung in a fierce arc, all his Strength gathering into his right hand as he drove a mad punch straight at Tuo Ri's chest.

"Wooo…"

Space itself seemed to collapse, emitting an incredibly loud Sound.

The killing intent surged out like a raging river.

His momentum soared to the sky.

"Take my finger…"

Tuo Ri bared his teeth in a vicious grin and shouted, stepping forward once; the ground trembled and the whole arena shook.

That arm of his, thick as a Large Tree, suddenly thrust forward, and one finger swelled abruptly, turning into something like a sharp cone.

"Ssshh…"

The Sound was ear-piercing, almost shattering the eardrums of those beneath the arena.

Everyone was secretly shocked.

This guy was actually using a single finger to take on Qisiyefu's fist.

Was he not afraid that finger would be shattered by that terrifying punch?

Qisiyefu was also instantly enraged. How strong was he? When had anyone ever dared to look down on him like this?

He drove his fist even more frenziedly, smashing down like Mount Tai's Pressure.

In an instant, Tuo Ri's finger and Qisiyefu's fist collided.

"Crack…"

The sound of something breaking rang out.

Something had shattered.

"It must be Tuo Ri's finger bones getting broken."

Almost everyone muttered this to themselves in their hearts.

"Ah…"

At the same time, a shrill scream tore through the air.

But it wasn't from Tuo Ri; it was from Qisiyefu.

Blood sprayed wildly.

It was an especially vivid red.

Everyone was shocked and stared closely.

Tuo Ri's finger was completely unscathed, like some kind of super-powerful Magical Treasure, driven deep into Qisiyefu's fist all the way to the base!

Naturally, Qisiyefu's fist now had a deep gaping hole in it, the bones crushed and shattered like rotten wood.

"Ah…"

Qisiyefu screamed as he retreated rapidly.

His face was full of horror and disbelief.

"Where do you think you're running?"

Tuo Ri bellowed, stepping forward rapidly once more, crossing the space between them in a flash; it looked like Instantaneous Movement, his Speed so fast it couldn't be captured in words.

And his finger thrust out again.

In the blink of an eye it jabbed into Qisiyefu's chest.

Right at the heart.

A set of Armor rapidly surfaced over Qisiyefu's body.

It blocked that finger.

However, Qisiyefu still seemed to have been struck by Thunder.

"Ah…"

Blood flowed from his five senses; he could no longer keep his footing and was blasted away by a terrifying Strength.

He tumbled end over end off the arena, then crashed to the ground below like a dead dog.

He couldn't even crawl back up.

Looking closely, one could see a deep dent in his Armor, with cracks spreading around it.

"You actually made me use two fingers; that's already pretty decent."

Tuo Ri stood proudly on the stage, his mouth spitting out words full of contempt.

"Hiss…"

Almost all the Cultivators below sucked in a cold breath, shocked to the extreme.

Only now did they truly feel Tuo Ri's terror and fully grasp the might of Body Refinement among Celestial Witch Sect Cultivators.

For a single finger to shatter Qisiyefu's fist and even crack an Inferior Grade Armor—just how great was that Strength?

Just how Hardness had his finger reached?

Even the three jokers were struck speechless, their faces changing dramatically, because they felt that even Yang Xiong might have trouble defeating Tuo Ri; that kind of Strength and Speed was simply too frightening.

But Yang Xiong's eyes were blazing with Light, battle intent surging up in his heart as he muttered, "Finally, someone on the same level who's actually worth fighting. Later I'm definitely going to defeat you and let you see how awesome I, Yang Xiong, am."

Zhang Bin also showed a look of appreciation on his face—of course, for Yang Xiong. This kid brother-in-law of his was born with the mindset of a strong man, not fearing any powerful enemy.

After this World Strongmen Tournament, he'd probably be able to step into the Golden Core Realm.

"Tuo Ri mighty…"

"Tuo Ri, you're Invincible under heaven, sweeping all before you."

"Tuo Ri is the champion, Overbearing all opponents."

"…"

All the Celestial Witch Sect Cultivators erupted into insane, fanatical shouts, their Sound shaking the sky, their momentum soaring.

Meanwhile, the Cultivators from White Swan Country were furious one by one, their faces turning extremely ugly.

The tournament continued.

Another thirty-plus pairs came onto the stage for their duels, all精彩 to watch.

Finally, it was Yang Xiong's turn, and his opponent turned out to be another Disciple of the Sky Witch Sect.

His name was Ba Heng, 21 years old, equally big and burly, as if cast from solid Metal.

Standing on stage, he looked like a mountain of iron.

Yang Xiong, though his build looked sturdy, still had an unripe look on his face; one glance and you could tell he was just a kid.

As soon as the two stepped onto the arena, the big screen displayed their information.

Yang Xiong, 11 years old, Taiqing Sect Disciple from China.

Many Cultivators below were dumbfounded, their faces filled with disbelief.

He was actually just an 11-year-old kid; this was way too outrageous.

In all past World Strongmen Tournaments, there had been some young contestants.

But the youngest had been 15, and even that had shocked people.

Bathed in countless gazes, Ba Heng and Yang Xiong faced each other on the stage.

"Hahahaha… Kid, you're only 11? Still breastfeeding, are you?"

Ba Heng couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

"Breastfeeding? Hahahaha…"

A lot of Cultivators below let out weird laughs, doubling over, laughing till they could barely stand.

The Celestial Witch Sect Cultivators laughed even louder. Some even shouted through their cackling.

"Kid, your mom's calling you home for milk."

"Stupid brat, remember to use all your breastfeeding Strength later."

"Big dumb kid, this isn't a place for breastfeeding, you came to the wrong venue."

"…"

Yang Xiong actually didn't realize they were mocking him. He replied seriously, "I stopped breastfeeding when I was five. I'm not lying. Now I only drink cow's milk."

Everyone was struck dumb, then they burst into another wave of insane laughter.

They laughed so hard they almost pulled a muscle.

The three jokers and Zhang Bin were utterly speechless as well. How did this silly kid manage to act dumb again?

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