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Chapter 849 - 850: The Power of One Punch

Chapter 849: Chapter 850: The Power of One Punch

"Ten moves, huh, that’s far too many. Just one move. How about this—if I don’t beat you with a single move, I’ll consider it my loss!" Hearing his opponent’s boastful claim to defeat him within ten moves, Li Changlin couldn’t help but let out a light chuckle.

He extended a single finger, gazing indifferently at his adversary.

He was simply too weak, barely worth a glance!

Looking at Sun Haoran, Li Changlin displayed not a trace of concern.

This behavior, naturally, infuriated the other party.

Sun Haoran, infuriated, let out a fierce shout and charged forward swiftly.

With a mighty leap, he soared like a Dapeng spreading its wings, swooping down towards Li Changlin.

The force was terrifying; Sun Haoran swung his fist, aiming a direct hammer blow at Li Changlin’s head.

"This is Liquefied Mountain Chop!"

"Amazing, Brother Sun’s move will probably flatten that Li fellow right away!"

"Not necessarily, Eighth Grandpa chose Brother Sun to fight, so maybe that Li guy has some tricks up his sleeve."

"What a joke, that guy even wants to challenge Eighth Grandpa, and arrogantly claims he can win with just one hand—it’s utterly absurd!"

Watching Sun Haoran’s punch slicing through the air, the force of it flapping Li Changlin’s clothes in the wind, whistling loudly.

In that moment, many from the Mo Family’s younger generation showed a trace of a smile on their faces.

Even Sun Haoran’s eyes flashed with an excited gleam.

Being a direct disciple of Mo Dongqiang, he was well aware of Li Changlin’s level of skill.

His opponent was just like him, at the Late Stage of the Transformation Realm.

If he could defeat his opponent with this one punch, wouldn’t that prove that he was an invincible force within the same realm?

Sun Haoran, thrilled, was about to hammer down his right fist onto Li Changlin’s head, his left hand was not idle either, transforming his palm into a blade, locking onto Li Changlin’s neck.

Sun Haoran was no fool; knowing that Li Changlin’s realm was on par with his own, he would naturally have a strategy for combat.

If Li Changlin chose to clash head-on, he might be sent flying due to not being able to brace himself in mid-air.

Therefore, at that moment, his left hand could seize the opportunity to strike Li Changlin’s neck, thus easily securing the final victory.

It had to be said, Sun Haoran was quite proficient in his tactical response in the arena, owing much to his regular sparring with the Mo Family’s younger generation.

Training in martial arts was about honing the body; ultimately, experience was gained from combat.

Sun Haoran trained in martial arts for ten hours a day, and at least two of those hours were spent in sparring with his clan members.

Sometimes, it was against one or two people, or even three to five, and most challenging of all, when more than ten of the Mo Family’s younger generation would attack him at once.

Despite his exceptional talent, Sun Haoran’s strength was earned through and forced out by combat.

Now was his time to shine; his move had already taken into account all of Li Changlin’s potential counter-strategies.

Seeing his tactics in play, the young generation of the Mo Family showed exhilaration on their faces.

Although Sun Haoran wasn’t from the Mo Family, since the Sun Family was a vassal to them, in the hearts of the Mo Family, he had already been considered one of their own.

Especially since Sun Haoran was a direct disciple of Mo Dongqiang, this relationship naturally brought them even closer.

Should they see Sun Haoran drive Li Changlin into a desperate corner right from the start, it would bring great satisfaction to the Mo Family.

However, if someone were to observe Mo Dongshen and Mo Dongqiang at this moment, they would find the expressions of these two family elders quite displeased.

At first, Mo Dongqiang and Mo Dongshen had thought Sun Haoran should be able to stand toe-to-toe with Li Changlin.

Two combatants, both at the Late Threshold Stage of their cultivation, everyone thought that even if Sun Haoran couldn’t prevail, he wouldn’t be easily defeated by Li Changlin.

However, Li Changlin had, after all, said that one sentence during their confrontation.

He claimed he could defeat Sun Haoran in one move, which made the hearts of the two family elders wary.

As a legitimate son of the Li Family from the Capital City, and someone who had reached the Late Threshold Stage by the age of twenty-four, such a person couldn’t possibly be a fool.

Thus, the words he had said before must hold a certain degree of certainty.

Under such circumstances, Mo Dongshen and Mo Dongqiang became even more alert.

Especially Mo Dongqiang, who had previously received a proposal from Li Changlin to spar.

Although at that time Mo Dongqiang thought Li Changlin was just boasting, he dared not let his guard down.

A legitimate son from one of the Capital City’s Eight Great Aristocratic Families might really have some tricks up his sleeve!

Before seeing the opponent’s real moves, Mo Dongqiang would never underestimate anyone.

Despise the enemy strategically, but take them seriously tactically.

No matter what the realm or power level of the opponent is, one should never underestimate their methods.

Sometimes, even a master can be capsized in the gutter; it is often due to such minute details.

Mo Dongqiang, nearly seventy years old and with a cultivation that had reached the Half-Step into the Void Energy Realm, how could he possibly make such trivial mistakes.

At that moment, Sun Haoran’s fist was already nearing Li Changlin’s head.

In the eyes of the spectators, since the beginning, Li Changlin had not moved an inch.

Facing Sun Haoran’s formidable strike, Li Changlin seemed to be completely unaffected.

As the fist drew closer, some members of the Mo Family couldn’t help but tense up.

Yet Li Changlin remained still.

"Could he be scared silly?" Upon witnessing the scene, some of the Mo Family’s younger generation couldn’t resist underestimating him.

If that was truly the case, Li Changlin was in trouble.

He was, after all, the legitimate son from the Li Family of Capital City; if anything happened to him in the Mo Family’s territory, how would the Mo Family explain to the Li Family later on?

If the Li Family became enraged, wouldn’t the entire Mo Family be finished?

At that moment, some started to feel a growing concern.

And just then, under the gaze of many curious onlookers, everyone saw Li Changlin’s right hand finally begin to slowly rise.

What might seem slow was actually incredibly swift.

This sensation was profoundly discomforting.

Perhaps in the blink of an eye, where just a moment before Li Changlin’s hand had barely moved, the next moment, his arm had risen and was swinging a fist to meet Sun Haoran’s plummeting punch.

Bang!

A loud noise erupts suddenly and ferociously.

Their fists collided, the intense sound almost shattering the eardrums of the Mo Family’s younger generation with weaker cultivation.

Ah!

Suddenly, a scream burst from Sun Haoran’s mouth, and everyone looked on in shock.

Instantly, they all saw Sun Haoran’s body shooting upward as if an invisible force was lifting him into the air.