All My Disciples Suck!
chapter-180

“A draw with you? Mm, I'm curious, what is a draw?" He Yiming smiled as he asked.

"It's very simple, you can't do anything to us!” Crazy Pugilist shouted.

“Good! How about this!

"As new disciples, you're far inferior to an old disciple like Indomitable Bear!

"I'll just stand there and not move. I won't use cultivation, technique, spiritual weapons, and sword intent!

“I only use one finger!

"If you can touch my body, you win!" He Yiming lightly opened his mouth.

“???" 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 didn't put the three of them on the same level as Indomitable Bear?

How could the three of them not be angry!

"Oh right, all three of you, go together! Otherwise, I would be too much of a bully!" He Yiming tried his best to sound unpitying.

Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant all vomited blood.

“I'll go first!" Crazy Pugilist didn't 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!

Bang!

However, He Yiming raised his finger and calmly dropped it, smashing it into Crazy Pugilist's forehead.

With a single strike of the terrifying power, Crazy Pugilist's entire forehead collapsed, turning into a concave shape.

Crazy Pugilist’s feet and legs sank into the ground. His entire body was sucking air.

"Right here?" He Yiming was calm and unhurried.

“Ah! Eat my Super Fast Fist!" Fist Tyrant was both shocked and angry, but he directly charged forward. He started with a fast punch three times.

Pa pa pa!

However, He Yiming turned his hand and used three fingers in a row.

Bang bang bang!

Fist Tyrant's face was almost sent flying by He Yiming's 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.

“This… This… how could he be so strong?" Tyrants eyes widened. He couldn’t believe what he saw.

Why was an NPC like Brother Ming so powerful?

"Are you going to die too?" He Yiming raised his finger and said lightly.

“I… I… I…" Brother Tyrant hesitated for a moment, not knowing if he should go.

"Who gave you the courage to challenge me?

"With your strength, Wang Lufei can kill seven of you with a single punch!

“Out of the first batch of disciples, any one of them can easily kill you!" He Yiming said calmly.

"No… Impossible! We… We clearly fought against Indomitable Bear and even tied with him! You know, he's No.1 player!" Tyrant couldn't accept this and quickly retorted.

“Oh, then, did Indomitable Bear use his Viper Spear?"

"No… no…"

"Did he open his Eight Gate Dunja?"

“No… No…"

"Has he used his movement technique to fight you for a long time?"

“Also… No…"

Then tell me something!"

“Ah?"

He Yiming was helpless.

There were also these three guys who were confident in their strength on Planet Earth.

“Indomitable Bear. His greatest strength is to challenge his limits! Defeating the strong with the weak!

"He doesn't have the slightest interest in dealing with you brats. He hasn't even displayed a tenth of his strength!

"If he gives way, you three feel invincible?"

He Yiming smiled.

“This…” Tyrant instantly collapsed.

"How about this, I'll give you all a chance!

"Go find Wang Lufei! If the three of you can hold on for ten breaths, I will give you the status of a deacon!

"How is it?" He Yiming calmly said.

"Really?" He Yiming's 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 couldn't beat him, wouldn't it be easy to last ten breaths?

As a result, He Yiming took out a medicinal pill and woke the two up.

“Ah? Ten breaths?"

"This, this way, we can obtain the status of a deacon?"

Fist Tyrant and Crazy Pugilist could not believe it.

“Of course, I, He Yiming, have always kept my word! However, ten breaths might be too difficult for you!Why don't I lower it a little? You can just hide, run, and survive for three breaths?" He Yiming smiled and casually said.

“No, ten breaths! I don't believe it! I am the 66th generation of Eight Pole Fist! I can't even hold on for ten breaths?" 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 Lufei's Dimensional God Domain.

He Yiming followed slowly.

The Dimensional God Domain was still like that.

The house was in a mess.

"Wang Lufei, the three of us are going to challenge you! This was allowed by Brother Ming!" 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.

Sect Mission: Defeat the challenger and prove the strength of the Cultivation King [Exclusive Mission]

Target: Defeat three challengers in three breaths

Quest Reward: 1000 Sect Contribution Points.

"Exclusive quest?" Wang Lufei was stunned for a moment before he became excited.

"Begin!" He Yiming did not waste any more words and directly called out for the start.

“Go!" Fist Tyrant, Crazy Pugilist, and Tyrant immediately started moving!

Ha ha, ten breaths, wouldn't it be easy for them to survive?

But…

Shave!

Wang Lufei stepped on the ground and instantly appeared in front of Fist Tyrant.

"Ah!" Fist Tyrant's attack was three quick punches.

Bang bang bang!

Wang Lufei didn't even bother to look at it. He blocked all three.

“???” The boxing champion was dumbfounded.

Boom!

The next moment, Fist Tyrant was sent flying ten meters away and lost consciousness.

"Hold the grass!" Crazy Pugilist and Tyrant were stunned.

"I… Pfft!" Just as Tyrant was about to speak, he was sent flying by Wang Lufei's punch.

Not a single breath, there was only Crazy Pugilist left.

“Backer pose!” Crazy Pugilist roared as he unleashed his strongest attack at Wang Lufei!

Pa!

Seeing that Crazy Pugilist charged towards him, Lufei Wang casually slapped him.

Pfft!

Crazy Pugilist went around three times, his consciousness blurred.

Two breaths.

The battle ended.

“These three are so weak!" Wang Lufei's words came out.

The moment Crazy Pugilist heard this, he fainted from anger before he even landed…