One Shock After Another

Nan Kemeng gathered her hands together, channeling her inner True Qi to its fullest extent. Her Dream Butterfly True Qi, possessing transformative properties, immediately converted into pure Yang energy, brewing a terrifying ball of energy between her palms.

"Pure Yang One Qi!"

"Bigger right from the start!"

Si Ming could not hide his shock. He quickly used the Dragon Nods, slamming the tip of his spear into the ground. The force penetrated and exploded, stirring up a three-foot-long curtain of sand to conceal his movements.

Nan Kemeng pushed her hands forward, striking a classic wave-releasing pose. Pure Yang energy roared out, and wherever it passed, the sand parted to both sides, as if being squeezed by an invisible force.

Si Ming dared not take the attack head-on. Using the sand curtain to conceal his figure, he dodged the blow with a lazy roll.

With a loud bang, a large crater, three meters in diameter, appeared where Si Ming had been standing, and the surrounding sand rushed into the crater.

"Going all out was just a joke, why take it seriously?"

Si Ming wiped away his cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party was only imitating the ultimate move and not actually using it. Otherwise, with the aura locked on, simply blocking his vision wouldn't have been enough to avoid the attack.

Nan Kemeng smiled slightly, her body becoming relaxed, dissolving the backlash from the ultimate move. Then, with a single tap of her foot, her palm moved with her body, lunging towards Si Ming, who was still unsteady on his feet.

Halfway through, she struck out with her other palm. The force of the first palm had not yet dissipated when the force of the second palm arrived. The palms overlapped, truly pressing down like a raging torrent.

"Truly worthy of being called the number one palm strike in the world."

Si Ming to the character played by Nan Kemeng; the third-generation Great Radish Hero was designated by the plot as the number one palm striker in the world.

This time he didn't dodge. He gripped the spear with both hands in a large circular motion, twisting his legs and waist, and exerting force. The spear circled around the ground and burst out, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, like a venomous snake leaping from the ground. It avoided the opponent's powerful palm strike and went straight for the vital points of the lower body.

"Snow Swallow Returns to the Sky!"

Nan Kemeng saw through the move, her expression changed slightly, and her attack faltered for a moment, because the tip of her opponent's gun was swaying uncertainly, sometimes up and sometimes down, making it difficult to predict whether the shot was aimed at her waist or her leg.

She quickly changed her palm strike, slamming her powerful palm into the ground. Using the recoil, she launched herself into the air and continued her attack on Si Ming from above.

An inch longer means an inch stronger; an inch shorter means an inch more dangerous.

If the opponent gets close, he will lose the advantage of his weapon. Si Ming took a step back to create distance, pressed hard on the butt of the spear with his back hand, grabbed the shaft with his front hand to stabilize it, exerted the power of all his muscles, tightened his buttocks to clamp the buttock, and his legs sank down with a thud, his entire lower leg sinking into the sand.

The spear was like a seesaw; with a press of the rear hand, the spearhead, like a giant python using its tail, slammed against the ground and shot upwards.

"The Swallow Returns to the Nine Heavens!"

Nan Kemeng's expression changed drastically. She dared not lunge forward again, otherwise even if Si Ming wasn't holding a real iron spear, she would still be stabbed with a big hole. So she reached down with both hands, grabbed the spearhead, and rubbed it hard, using the force to bounce back.

Fortunately, the spearhead was made of unsharpened ironwood, otherwise Nan Kemeng's hands would definitely have been cut. She took advantage of the limitations of the competition.

But no one can say she did something wrong. A martial artist should learn to use all available conditions to defeat his opponent. Although in a real fight, Si Ming would not use an unsharpened gun, she would not fight an opponent with a weapon with her bare hands either.

This setback to Nan Kemeng Si Ming have been followed by a decisive counterattack to overwhelm his opponent. However, his legs were stuck in the sand, making it difficult for him to move. By the time he managed to pull his legs out, he had already missed his chance.

But Si Ming was not disappointed. He used his palm to circulate the Blazing Sun True Qi to attach to the spear, and then he put the spear behind his back.

The movement seemed to be a retreat to create distance, but Nan Kemeng, who was familiar with the Snow Swallow Spear Technique, knew very well that this was clearly the prelude to unleashing an ultimate move. She immediately stopped her impulse to rush forward, lowered her stance, and also fully circulated her internal energy.

The next moment, Si Ming's hands twisted like braids, his waist twisted and his shoulders stretched, his lower back sank and his buttocks slumped, his bones bulged and his tendons snapped, and the long spear behind him suddenly burst out a series of spear shadows on both sides, like Peacock Spreads Its Tail, beautiful yet revealing an indescribable sense of crisis.

"Swallow Departs, Swallow Returns, Swallow Comes Back!"

In an instant, Si Ming became one with his spear, shaking it into a dense forest of spears, charging towards his opponent with overwhelming force, like a fierce general riding a steed to kill the enemy with a single spear thrust.

His cultivation level was insufficient to unleash the essence of this move; he only managed to execute it in a hollow form. However, masters have their duels, and novices have their battles. In a fight between equals, even a hollow form of this move is quite lethal. If one is not careful, it can poke a series of holes in the opponent. The referee on the side was on edge, ready to intervene and stop the match at any moment.

On the other side, Nan Kemeng showed no fear in the face of the fierce killing move. She lowered one palm as if to draw power from the earth, and shrank the other palm in front of her chest, constantly accumulating pure yang power. Her aura surged wildly and quickly overwhelmed Si Ming, who had already unleashed his power.

"Pure Yang Pierces the Earth!"

Nan Kemeng moved with her palm once again, and the surging Pure Yang True Qi even condensed into an invisible energy wall in front of her, pressing straight down.

In this clash of ultimate techniques, Si Ming had the advantage of striking first and possessing superior weaponry, while Nan Kemeng had the advantage of cultivation and physical condition. If they were to engage in a straightforward battle Wuhua moves, the outcome would depend entirely on fate.

In fact, Si Ming's timing in unleashing his killing move was inappropriate, giving his opponent ample time to react. However, he had no choice but to do so because his physical condition did not allow him to fight for too long, especially when he was going all out. Once the fight exceeded five moves, his physical abilities would noticeably decline, so he had no choice but to end the battle quickly.

But Si Ming was not worried about the outcome at all; on the contrary, he was full of confidence because he had prepared a real trump card. In comparison, the Snow Swallow Spear Technique was just a prelude.

The distance between the two sides rapidly closed. Just as Nan Kemeng was about to use her pure Yang energy to directly confront the spear shadow, Si Ming, at the crucial moment, diverted his attention and uttered a single word.

"Father."

This is a classic scene from "The Legend of the Divine Radish Hero". The protagonist's son, who has become the commander of the demon army, called out "Father" at a crucial moment, causing the protagonist to subconsciously withdraw his palm strike, resulting in an immediate and crushing defeat.

Nan Kemeng was stunned for a moment. She was so engrossed in imitating the character that she even showed a hint of guilt and emotion, just like the protagonist in the TV series.

Instead of withdrawing her palm strike like the protagonist in a TV drama, she struck empty air.

Unlike in the plot, Si Ming didn't stab his opponent through the neck. Instead, he barely stopped the tip of the gun, leaving it poised at the opponent's chest.

Seeing this, the referee breathed a sigh of relief, ignoring the cold sweat on his brow, and hurriedly declared, "The winner is Si Ming!"

Nan Kemeng stood there stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily, shedding the role of the imitator.

She said, "I never expected you to use this method against me. I even specially chose a character without any weaknesses in martial arts, but my cleverness backfired... Oh well, the fact that you came up with this method proves that you've carefully read 'The Legend of the Divine Radish Hero.' I accept defeat wholeheartedly this time."

Just as Si Ming was about to say a few words of modesty, Zhong Lingxiu rushed over, grabbed his hand, and said, "Quick, let's go! Ying Zhou has been severely injured!"

Chapter Sixty-Eight: A Series of Shocking Events

Si Ming followed Zhong Lingxiu quickly to the venue where Ying Zhou was. As soon as they entered, they saw Murong Qing confronting a young man dressed in short, tight-fitting clothes on the battlefield. Ying Zhou lay unconscious to the side, his elbow twisted in an exaggerated way, and there were marks on his wrist where he had been crushed by a heavy object, with a lot of blood seeping out.

"You could have stopped yourself at the last moment, why did you have to hold back? You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Murong stepped forward and grabbed the other person's collar, questioning him sharply.