âA draw with you? Mm, Iâm curious, what is a draw?â He Yiming smiled as he asked.
âItâs very simple, you canât do anything to us!â Crazy Pugilist shouted.
âGood! How about this!
âAs new disciples, youâre far inferior to an old disciple like Indomitable Bear!
âIâll just stand there and not move. I wonât use cultivation, technique, spiritual weapons, and sword intent!
âI only use one finger!
âIf you can touch my body, you win!â He Yiming lightly opened his mouth.
â???â Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant looked at each other and could not react.
The three of them were enraged.
Angry, too angry.
The three of them were the champions in their respective circles on Earth. They were powerful and were respected wherever they went.
But in this game, Brother Ming was actually so arrogant?
And between his words, it seemed like he didnât put the three of them on the same level as Indomitable Bear?
How could the three of them not be angry!
âOh right, all three of you, go together! Otherwise, I would be too much of a bully!â He Yiming tried his best to sound unpitying.
Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant all vomited blood.
âIâll go first!â Crazy Pugilist didnât say another word.
Colored Arm enveloped, and he even opened up three gates of his Eight Gate Dunja.
In the eyes of Crazy Pugilist, this attack was absolutely flawless!
<b>Bang!</b>
However, He Yiming raised his finger and calmly dropped it, smashing it into Crazy Pugilistâs forehead.
With a single strike of the terrifying power, Crazy Pugilistâs entire forehead collapsed, turning into a concave shape.
Crazy Pugilistâs feet and legs sank into the ground. His entire body was sucking air.
âRight here?â He Yiming was calm and unhurried.
âAh! Eat my Super Fast Fist!â Fist Tyrant was both shocked and angry, but he directly charged forward. He started with a fast punch three times.
<b>Pa pa pa!</b>
However, He Yiming turned his hand and used three fingers in a row.
<b>Bang bang bang!</b>
Fist Tyrantâs face was almost sent flying by He Yimingâs finger. He was pulled back then sent flying.
Fist Tyrant spun around three times in the air before he fell to the ground and fainted.
This scene stunned the last player, Tyrant.
âThis⊠This⊠how could he be so strong?â Tyrants eyes widened. He couldnât believe what he saw.
Why was an NPC like Brother Ming so powerful?
âAre you going to die too?â He Yiming raised his finger and said lightly.
âI⊠I⊠IâŠâ Brother Tyrant hesitated for a moment, not knowing if he should go.
âWho gave you the courage to challenge me?
âWith your strength, Wang Lufei can kill seven of you with a single punch!
âOut of the first batch of disciples, any one of them can easily kill you!â He Yiming said calmly.
âNo⊠Impossible! We⊠We clearly fought against Indomitable Bear and even tied with him! You know, heâs No.1 player!â Tyrant couldnât accept this and quickly retorted.
âOh, then, did Indomitable Bear use his Viper Spear?â
âNo⊠noâŠâ
âDid he open his Eight Gate Dunja?â
âNo⊠NoâŠâ
âHas he used his movement technique to fight you for a long time?â
âAlso⊠NoâŠâ
Then tell me something!â
âAh?â
He Yiming was helpless.
There were also these three guys who were confident in their strength on Planet Earth.
âIndomitable Bear. His greatest strength is to challenge his limits! Defeating the strong with the weak!
âHe doesnât have the slightest interest in dealing with you brats. He hasnât even displayed a tenth of his strength!
âIf he gives way, you three feel invincible?â
He Yiming smiled.
âThisâŠâ Tyrant instantly collapsed.
âHow about this, Iâll give you all a chance!
âGo find Wang Lufei! If the three of you can hold on for ten breaths, I will give you the status of a deacon!
âHow is it?â He Yiming calmly said.
âReally?â He Yimingâs words caused them to be overjoyed.
Once they obtained the position of a deacon, it would be equivalent to rising up in this game.
How could they not be moved?
As for Wang Lufei?
A middle-aged youth did not know any martial arts. No matter how powerful he was, how could he be so powerful?
Besides, even if they couldnât beat him, wouldnât it be easy to last ten breaths?
As a result, He Yiming took out a medicinal pill and woke the two up.
âAh? Ten breaths?â
âThis, this way, we can obtain the status of a deacon?â
Fist Tyrant and Crazy Pugilist could not believe it.
âOf course, I, He Yiming, have always kept my word! However, ten breaths might be too difficult for you!Why donât I lower it a little? You can just hide, run, and survive for three breaths?â He Yiming smiled and casually said.
âNo, ten breaths! I donât believe it! I am the 66th generation of Eight Pole Fist! I canât even hold on for ten breaths?â Crazy Pugilist was mad.
It was not strange that they could not defeat Brother Ming!
He was an NPC, so it was not a matter of numbers.
But what about Wang Lufei?
A mere second-class player!
Crazy Pugilist also liked Wang Lufei a lot. After all, Wang Lufei was the one who developed the Colored Arm!
However, Crazy Pugilist practiced Eight Pole Fist for eighteen years. In the hands of a middle-aged youth, he could not last ten breaths?
That was simply an insult to him!
Hence, Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant arrived at Wang Lufeiâs Dimensional God Domain.
He Yiming followed slowly.
The Dimensional God Domain was still like that.
The house was in a mess.
âWang Lufei, the three of us are going to challenge you! This was allowed by Brother Ming!â Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant found Wang Lufei and immediately spoke.
He Yiming, on the other hand, had the right to allow the three of them to fight against Lufei.
At the same time, He Yiming gave Wang Lufei a small quest.
<b>Sect Mission: Defeat the challenger and prove the strength of the Cultivation King [Exclusive Mission]</b>
<b>Target: Defeat three challengers in three breaths</b>