THE REBIRTH QUEEN OF MARTIAL ART
Chapter 38 You Are Not All Worth It

"Mo Yan, you must not be so arrogant! It doesn't matter if you've mastered the Storm's Palm Technique to its fullest extent, but here we'll beat you to your knees and apologize for the humiliation you've said today!"

Mo Qin bellowed mara, his face looking extremely hideous.

As he spoke, he was the first one to make a move.

Bang...........!

The power of the attack was instantly unleashed, like a light piercing through the sky.

After him, Mo Fei and the others moved.

Over 20 people joined in, and the momentum was incredible, everyone used the Storm's palm technique.

Although the invading individuals were extremely weak but, if their attacks were combined into one then a terrifying power would appear.

An incredible palm force came, and the expressions of everyone below the arena changed drastically.

"Mo Yan must have lost!"

Seeing such a powerful momentum, many people sighed and shook their heads.

So what if Mo Yan could master the storm palm technique but how could it be stronger than absolute strength?

But after all, it was only one person against 20 people!

"arrogance is often enough to make many geniuses fall! A little talent is enough to be complacent, don't be so arrogant!" Mo Feng let out a cold snort, and shouted softly.

Moreover, some elders looked glum, but they did not speak.

But when everyone thought that Mo Yan was going to lose, Mo Yan did not retreat but advanced, her plain white dress fluttered, and a powerful aura burst out from her body.

"Do you think the palm of the Badait has been cultivated to the peak of strength? Is wrong! Today, I will let you see what the power of the Storm is today !"

A cold voice resounded loudly, and Mo Yan swung his palm violently.

At this moment, everyone seemed to hear the loud sound of wind in their ears, as if they were in the presence of countless winds.

Everyone seemed to be pulled into the wind currents that brought about vast and endless changes.

"Why do I feel like this?"

Many people feel that they are hallucinating.

But now in the martial arts arena, how could he hear the sounds of the waves and tides.

However, at this moment, Mo Feng, and all the elders, who had become innate realms, completely changed their expressions.

"This, this ..." The Great Elder, who had always been aloof, suddenly stood up, with a deep look of horror.

With his state of mind, it was even difficult to hold back his emotions from coming out at this moment.

Mo Feng and the other elders did not feel any better, they all looked like they were seeing ghosts.

Looking around, Mo Yan's figure moved under the force of Mo Qin's and the others' attacks, and he raised both of his palms to use the Storm's palm to fight back.

There were many shadows on the palms, giving rise to palm movements that were like the spring breeze, and storms in the Rainy season.

Mo Qin and the others worked together to attack that palm, as soon as they approached, they were blown away by the agin and intent within Mo Yan's attack.

At this moment, it seemed that Mo Yan was completely enveloped by various types of wind.

Everyone seemed to have actually heard the sound of air currents.

"How is possible! What kind of palm is this! It looks like a stormy palm, but why is it so soft and strong and so different!" Mo Qin shouted, unable to believe his sighter.

All the palms they played were continuously defeated by the palms of the opponent which were like fire meeting water, crumbling into nothingness.

Even they themselves felt swept away by the strong wind, trapped in it, and unable to escape.

The power of this palm technique shocked everyone.

"Here, is this the Storm? How could it have such power!" Yang Chen was stunned. Suddenly, as if he was thinking of something, his complexion turned wildly, and he said in a voice without a sound: "Could he have already mastered this martial skill, and clearly understood it?" That's right!"

“Understanding the true meaning of martial arts!” Yi Yue's body trembled and found it hard to believe.

The four levels of martial arts training, the beginning, the mastery, proficiency, and perfection, were actually only limited levels.

That does not mean that once a martial skill is practiced to the extreme, it has reached its peak.

What is greater than perfection is understanding the true meaning of martial arts!

At this stage of cultivation, one movement and one movement could fully display the essence and charm of martial arts, and its strength was ten times stronger than before!

It's so rare!

Under normal circumstances, if you want to understand the true meaning and charm of a martial skill, you should at least be Innate.

Acquiring a martial artist, was almost impossible.

The Mo Family had existed for many years, and there were countless geniuses, but there was only one who had comprehended the true meaning of martial arts in the realm of acquired martial artists.

But even that genius realized it when he was a level nine warrior.

And Mo Yan, who was now only a rank seven martial artist, this kind of understanding could be called a monster!

"The third page will prosper!" The Second Elder also took a deep breath.

Although the Mygamilic Court was partially a branch of the entire Mo family, it was still a member of the Mo family.

"Good! Nice one!" The third elder clapped his hands excitedly.

Only Mo Feng's face was extremely gloomy, he only said that Mo Yan was too exaggerated, but his face was slapped in the blink of an eye.

Let him, the head of the family, have a very shameful face.

“ Very Attractive.” Ye Huang watched from a distance, a little less surprised than the others, and a little more admiring.

The arena.

Mo Qin and the others crashed out of the arena.

As well as the Stormy palm technique, Mo Yan had cultivated a shocking strength, and when compared to Mo Yan, they were just trash.

They wanted to defeat Mo Yan, but they could not do so at all.

At this moment, Mo Yan used the Storm's palm, after understanding the intentions and rules within it, he was able to use all of it at will.

If you go forward, the wind will blow, destroying everything in its path, and if you retreat, you will be gone in an instant, and you will be gone for thousands of miles.

No matter how strong their palm strength was, they were still scattered, and all resolved amidst the ups and downs.

Mo Qin, Mo Fei.....

There was no exception they were all silent.

After a while, over twenty of the ascending ones were defeated.

On the arena.

Mo Yan was dressed in white, standing alone, indifferent and reserved, like an orchid in an empty valley.

A gentle breeze blew gently, blowing the corner of her plain white skirt and swaying gently.

The entire martial arts arena was completely silent.

Everyone held their breaths, attracted by the incomparable elegance of the white-clothed beautiful figure in the arena.

The third page young master, who had been known as a waste for over ten years, finally showed his unparalleled sharpness today.

If you don't sing, you'll be done, and the world will be shocked by one blockbuster!

Yang Chen looked at the white-clothed figure above the arena, his face clouded and uncertain, and his heart was already filled with deep regret.

Such an alluring and peerless genius had been treated as a waste by himself the entire time!

At first, Mo Yang wanted to marry Mo Yan off to her, but he firmly rejected her, how ridiculous it was to think about her now!

Yi Yue also sighed softly, turned around and left.

" A big brother, didn't you come here today just for this guy, why are you leaving now? Are you going to meet him?" Yi Xue looked at her brother's sister and asked with a bit of surprise.

Yi Yue stopped, with a hint of bitterness in her voice, she muttered: "I am now, I'm afraid I'm not good enough for her ..."

When the people around heard this, they were shocked, and they all gasped. Yi Yue was one of the countless young talents in the royal city of Wei, and she even admitted that she was not good enough for Mo Yan.

But that was true, the talent Mo Yan displayed was too frightening, and his achievements in the future were no small matter.

Even Yi Yue, a rank nine obtained martial artist, had not been able to realize the true meaning of any martial skill.

Yang Chen clenched his fists, his heart cooling.

Yi Yue was unworthy, and she was naturally even more unworthy!