cosplay in the heavens

Chapter 42

In the arena, Feng Baobao, who was wearing a brown courier suit, silently walked across to Chen Yu.

Her eyes were clear and clean, but her long, dark hair was greasy and hadn't been taken care of in the slightest, giving off a very sloppy look.

"I hate you very much." Feng Baobao stood opposite Chen Yu and suddenly said.

"Please advise." Facing Feng Baobao who was frowning tightly, Chen Yu looked very relaxed, ignoring the other party's dislike, and smiled.

Raising his hand and scratching his itchy neck, Feng Baobao said, "I might hit hard later."

"Thank you for reminding me." Chen Yu nodded.

Hearing this, Feng Baobao was startled for a moment, and immediately looked at the smiling little fat man across from him again, but the qi all over his body began to agitate.

"Now that we've entered the arena, let's start immediately." The old Taoist gave Chen Yu a smile, then without further ado, took a few steps back, raised his hand and shouted.

"Oh!"

As soon as the old Taoist finished speaking, Feng Baobao's eyes suddenly became focused.

I saw his left foot stepping out suddenly, his whole body was close to the ground, and he swooped towards Chen Yu.

His slender fingers clenched into fists, and without any fancy posture, he directly aimed at Chen Yu's chest and threw it at Chen Yu's chest.

Facing Feng Baobao's qi lingering fist wind, Chen Yu not only did not retreat, but directly took a step forward under the astonished gazes of many.

Chen Yu's right palm reached out quickly, grabbed Feng Baobao's fist at once, and at the same time exerted force with his wrist, shaking his fist away like this.

A punch missed, Feng Baobao's figure suddenly swayed quickly, dodging Chen Yu's fierce palm that followed.

She clenched her fists tightly, and suddenly threw them at Chen Yu's face.

Entwined by the mighty qi, Feng Baobao's fists were heavy and dazzling, with such momentum, many people felt their scalps go numb and their hairs stand on end.

As an outlier among all the outliers, Feng Baobao is the only one who makes moves completely out of order.

She doesn't know any methods of controlling Qi, and what she relies on in battle is often the intuition of the body's instinctive stress response.

As the saying goes, beat the teacher to death with random punches.

It is precisely because Feng Baobao has no way to attack that it makes everyone who fights with him extremely headache.

"Is there no move?"

Seeing Feng Baobao's fist with no trajectory, Chen Yu frowned slightly.

This was the first time he had encountered such an opponent.

"call…"

A mouthful of turbid air was slowly spit out from his throat. Chen Yu knew that the best way to deal with an opponent like Feng Baobao was to see every move.

With no move against no move, what you fight is the intuitive reaction in the battle!
"Bang bang bang bang..."

Chen Yu's expression froze, and he clenched his palms into fists. Suddenly, in the wide field, two figures clashed fists, and the light and shadow interlaced.

A series of muffled sounds sounded, facing Feng Baobao's random punches, Chen Yu actually blocked them all!
Many people's gazes were full of surprise at this moment, obviously they had never expected that the little fat man in front of them could actually meet Feng Baobao head-on with bare hands without losing the wind.

It is impossible to do this without extremely quick intuition.

"This guy, can actually take Sister Bao'er's fist?"

Off the field, Zhang Chulan was also taken aback by Chen Yu's performance.

He knew very well that Feng Baobao's fists were so powerful that it was a nightmare when he was cultivating, but now the other party took them all so easily.

"This little guy really has a hand..." Seeing Chen Yu's performance in the arena, Lu Jin was startled for a moment, and then said with joy.

"Ha ha…"

In the central stand, the old master smiled and nodded slowly. It is not easy to have such an intuition at a young age.

On the side, Wang Ai's face was extremely gloomy, obviously he didn't expect that this guy who ruined his grandson's good deeds was actually quite capable.

"It's a little bit capable, but Feng Baobao's qi is extremely deep. Although that kid can catch the opponent's fist, it may be difficult to overwhelm the opponent..."

Off the field, Zhuge Qing, who looked a little weak, wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and analyzed objectively.

"Oh!"

However, just as Zhuge Qing finished speaking, there was a sudden muffled sound in the field where the fight was fierce.

Afterwards, everyone saw in astonishment that Chen Yu broke Feng Baobao's chaotic punches, and slammed his palm on the opponent's right shoulder, causing him to fly backwards and wiped a few meters on the ground before he stopped steadily. .

Seeing this scene, there was a momentary silence in the entire venue.

Feng Baobao's chaotic punches were broken?
Swish!
All eyes almost immediately focused on Chen Yu, who had scattered the majestic purple aura around him.

This time, they could clearly feel the qi as heavy as an abyss surrounding their opponents!
"Crack!"

The teacup in Lu Jin's hand was suddenly crushed by his vigorous palm.

He stared blankly at Chen Yu below with his old eyes, feeling incredible in his heart.

When did this little guy's qi become so terrifying?

"it is good!"

Beside Lu Jin, the old heavenly master was also silent for a short time when he saw this, and then slowly spit out a word.

In the entire venue, he was the only one who was most aware of the amazing power of the qi emanating from Chen Yu's body.

In the back, Wang Ai's expression was very ugly. He kept his mouth shut and said nothing, but his eyes looking at Chen Yu were filled with a touch of coldness.

"How can his qi... oppress me so strongly?"

Off the court, Zhang Lingyu and the others all had solemn expressions.

Feng Baobao was a little surprised to be broken by Chen Yu's fists.

She frowned and looked at Chen Yu, and suddenly slipped a fruit knife from her sleeve, and then swept towards the latter again at high speed.

"Chong!"

However, before Feng Baobao approached Chen Yu with a fruit knife in his hand, a metal vibrato resounded like a frightening bird throughout the audience.

"puff!"

Under the astonished gazes of many, a bloodstain suddenly burst out on Feng Baobao's chest, and the dark red blood splashed.

Feng Baobao grunted with a pale face, and his body didn't obey, and he just fell straight to the ground...

"Sister Bao'er?!" Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank suddenly, she yelled, and rushed into the arena for fear of any accident.

"Don't worry, I didn't do anything cruel."

Lifting his finger to wipe off the blood on Tai'a sword, Chen Yu said with a faint smile.

Feng Baobao... lost like this?

The audience fell into silence for an instant.

Seeing Baobao Feng suddenly collapsed in front of Chen Yu, everyone's eyes widened in shock.

Those strangers who once looked down on Chen Yu opened their mouths even more, completely unaware of what happened.

"One sword decides the outcome..."

Beside Zhijinhua, Dong Xiaomeng's eyes fell on Chen Yu, and she muttered absentmindedly.

She had thought about how exquisite the opponent's swordsmanship was, otherwise she would not have been able to see her own flaws and break the sword with one palm.

But the scene just now still deeply shocked her.

Is that dazzling white light really the speed that the sword can achieve?
In the arena, the old Taoist priest who served as the referee was also shocked by the strength displayed by Chen Yu. After a long while, he hurriedly opened his mouth to announce the result.

"Hidden Dragon wins!"

As soon as the old Taoist's words fell, the whole venue burst into warm applause.

Witnessing Feng Baobao's defeat with their own eyes, let them know clearly that it turned out that the other party's ability to make it all the way here was not due to luck at all, but to their own true strength!
Slowly putting away the Tai'a sword, Chen Yu looked at Feng Baobao who had regained consciousness, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, the sword came out a little faster just now."

With Zhang Chulan's support, Feng Baobao stood up weakly, covered the sword wound on his chest, and said in silence for a moment, "You are so strong...I am in so much pain..."

Hearing this, Chen Yu felt embarrassed, and immediately raised his hand and tapped Feng Baobao's acupoints, temporarily stopping her bleeding.

Watching Feng Baobao leave the field for treatment with Zhang Chulan's support, Chen Yu shook hands unconsciously.

After refining the Primordial Purple Qi into his body, the increase in strength brought to him was somewhat beyond his imagination.

Not only the qualitative change caused by Qi, but even the mastery of Dugu Nine Swords seems to have entered a deeper level.

After this battle, Chen Yu's heart was burning hot, and his desire to refine all the primordial purple energy as soon as possible became stronger and stronger.

(End of this chapter)