A Display of Skill

After a period of rest, Huang and Hong had both recovered.

Wang Ming could no longer wait and stepped forward to challenge.

"Island Master Huang, please."

"Please."

Immediately, the two engaged.

Wang Ming started with the Nine Yin Divine Claw. Huang Yaoshi was taken aback at first, wondering how Wang Ming obtained the Nine Yin Manual. He then remembered the old beggar also knew it, so it wasn't unique, and he didn't dwell on it.

Although Wang Ming's Nine Yin Divine Claw was fierce, Huang Yaoshi countered it everywhere, making his movements extremely sluggish.

"Brother Wang, why not use your swordsmanship!"

Huang Yaoshi deliberately created distance and said with great grace.

The lower volume of the Nine Yin Manual had been in Huang Yaoshi's possession for twenty years, but due to an oath, he hadn't practiced any of its martial arts. However, he had deciphered all the techniques within it. Now, with Wang Ming using the Nine Yin Divine Claw against him, it was almost like Wang Ming was letting him win.

Wang Ming was also stunned by this, then he understood. Huang Yaoshi was a very proud individual. He had just seen Li Mochou easily defeat Guo Jing with her twin swords and now Wang Ming, fighting him without swordsmanship and using the Nine Yin Divine Claw, was clearly underestimating him.

After a moment of thought, Wang Ming realized that hand-to-hand combat was not his forte. Huang Yaoshi was even more familiar with the Nine Yin Divine Claw than he was. Continuing the fight would be self-humiliation.

He immediately stopped being coy.

"Mochou, Gentleman Sword." Wang Ming extended his hand.

Wang Ming's greatsword had been stuck in the ground some distance away before the fight.

Li Mochou respectfully drew the Gentleman Sword she wore and obediently handed it to Wang Ming.

She didn't know why her master wasn't using his own greatsword, but it didn't matter; her master surely had his reasons. The girl was still recovering from the shock of Wang Ming's flawless plan in Mongol.

"Island Master Huang, among the Five Greats, I most admire your talent. All your martial arts are self-created, unlike us who can only pick up the knowledge of the ancients." Wang Ming said as he took the long sword.

"Brother Wang flatters me. You are younger than us and have already reached this level of martial arts. That is truly admirable," Huang Yaoshi replied politely.

Being young was relative to the Five Greats; he was about ten years younger than them.

"My skills are mostly with the sword. This is my sword of youth, please, Island Master Huang, judge it!"

Wang Ming immediately unleashed the Five Peaks Swordplay, which he hadn't used in a long time. Under Wang Ming's continuous and intricate onslaught, Huang Yaoshi was in a difficult situation but still stood firm.

Hong Qigong, watching from afar, was greatly surprised. The same Five Peaks Swordplay he had seen years ago was broken by him in just a few moves. Today, its power was incomparable to that day.

This was also due to Wang Ming's recent fight with Qiu Qianren and his observation of Hong and Huang's duel, which had suddenly enlightened him.

He had been mistaken. The Five Peaks Swordplay wasn't ineffective just because it lacked a matching internal energy technique.

It was because the difference in internal energy between him and Hong Qigong was too great. No matter how clever his sword moves were, Hong Qigong would simply counter with a Dragon Subduing Palm, scattering them.

Since his internal energy had caught up to theirs, and after studying the Nine Yin Manual—General Outline, he could now fully unleash the power of the Five Peaks Swordplay using the Innate Skill's internal energy.

Huang Yaoshi felt a throbbing headache. Wang Ming's sword moves seemed endless. In a short time, they had fought three hundred rounds, and the opponent's sword moves had not repeated, leaving him unable to devise any counter-moves.

At times, the sword energy was imposing, like an army of thousands charging, with spears and halberds, across a thousand miles of desert. At other times, his swordsmanship was agile and unpredictable, like a phantom. The ever-changing sword techniques were so varied that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed such marvelous and unpredictable sword moves existed.

Just as he managed to adapt to this style, the swordsmanship became dense and rigorous, excelling in defense, yet often striking with killing intent at the most unexpected moments. Then, the swordplay would become heavy, steady, and orderly. The sword moves climbed higher and higher, becoming more perilous, and increasingly fierce.

Finally, it transformed into a style that was strange and dangerous, seamlessly connected, silent, and deadly.

It was incredibly difficult to deal with. Huang Yaoshi couldn't create distance and attack remotely like he did with Hong Qigong because Wang Ming's Qinggong was superior, making it hard for him to escape.

This battle left a significant psychological shadow on Huang Yaoshi.

It was like being bombarded with advanced calculus problems and geometric proofs, one after another, and being forced to solve them.

Worse still, he was required to provide the answer immediately after seeing the problem.

This was no joke. If a geometric problem wasn't solved, it might cost a few points. But if a sword move came at him and he couldn't figure it out, he'd at least get hit.

Even for a scholar like Huang Yaoshi, he eventually found it unbearable.

Suddenly, Huang Yaoshi took a sword strike from Wang Ming without dodging, using the momentum to retreat. Immediately after, he unleashed Finger Flicking Divine Skill.

He blocked a few incoming energy projectiles with his sword, causing a slight stinging sensation in his palm.

Wang Ming tried to close in on Huang Yaoshi several times but failed, and was continuously kited by Huang Yaoshi.

After a few more rounds of this, Wang Ming became annoyed by the harassment.

"Be careful, Thousand Flowers Scatter Money!"

In an instant, countless tiny metal shards shot out from Wang Ming's hand.

Each shard carried the power to slice through metal and jade, attacking Huang Yaoshi.

Huang Yaoshi swung his iron flute, blocking all the metal shards aimed at him.

"I concede. Thank you for holding back." Huang Yaoshi said, then walked to the side to meditate and rest, looking slightly dejected.

Huang Yaoshi was a man who greatly valued his pride. Seeing the metal shards on the ground that had penetrated the granite, he knew he had lost.

Less than a third of the hidden weapons had been shot at him; otherwise, it wouldn't have been so easy for him to block them.

If Wang Ming hadn't warned him and had deliberately aimed poorly, he might have been in grave danger.

Huang Rong, watching from afar, was saddened by her father's defeat but also amazed by Wang Ming's generosity. She couldn't help but think, This Mr. Wang is truly not bad to Brother Jing. Just because he was close to Brother Jing, he taught him such powerful martial arts so readily.

Last time, Wang Ming shot hidden weapons at a tree, and Huang Rong's intuitive feeling was generally the same.

Coupled with her dislike for practicing martial arts, the Thousand Flowers Scatter Money technique in her hands could at most be used to shoot a snake once.

Today, seeing that Thousand Flowers Scatter Money could instantly defeat her father with a single move, the shock was considerable.

Don't think this is unrealistic. Thousand Flowers Scatter Money was obtained by Wang Ming from the world of The First Under Heaven, and the martial power level of that world is not comparable to Legend of the Condor Heroes.

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