Slaughter

The situation, which had been one-sidedly favoring Ouyang Feng earlier, changed in an instant when the Giant Iron Sword flew out of his hand. The shift was too rapid, almost unbearable.

Huang Rong, watching the battle, felt particularly anxious. This fight was directly related to her own life and whether she would be buried alongside the detestable Ouyang Ke.

The flicker of hope that had ignited within her heart dimmed once more.

But she hoped it wasn't extinguished. She believed that merely losing the iron sword shouldn't lead to utter defeat. If Mr. Wang could just stall for a bit longer, allowing her master and the others to recover their strength, they could collectively attack Ouyang Feng and likely match him.

Ouyang Feng looked at the two Strange Snakes dead on the ground and thought to himself, "A pity about these two Treasure Snakes, but taking down the enemy's weapon was worth it."

He then looked back at Wang Ming opposite him, feeling a wave of lingering fear. If the fight had gone on any longer, he would have surely been defeated and killed by this man's bizarre swordplay. The man's swordplay was actually quite simple; given enough time, he could deduce it. The key was the man's immense strength. Without that terrifying strength and the exaggerated Giant Iron Sword, it would just be trash swordplay. He couldn't help but marvel, "This man rivals the Hegemon of Western Chu; he possesses such Divine Strength."

Sixty jin wasn't heavy; most adults could lift it. But to pick it up with one hand and wield it as easily as a wooden stick was truly extraordinary.

Recalling the recent fight, he felt like a small boat in the sea, tossed about by the waves, insignificant and powerless. His bones felt a dull ache, and a grim expression gradually spread across his face. He thought to himself, "Last time I saw him on Peach Blossom Island, he was still a level below our Five Greats. In such a short time, he's grown so much. I cannot let him live, or he will become a great threat. I must eliminate him on Mount Hua today."

Wang Ming was also wary of Ouyang Feng. He had thought he had killed the venomous snakes within Ouyang Feng's Serpent Cane. He hadn't expected the old scoundrel to be so cunning, resorting to a sneak attack against someone far inferior to him. It was truly insidious. He thought to himself, "As expected of Western Venom; even after becoming the First Under Heaven, he hasn't forgotten his poisons."

At the same time, Wang Ming's vigilance towards Ouyang Feng increased. He wasn't afraid of opponents with high martial arts skill, but he feared those who lacked integrity.

Such opponents were truly terrifying; you had to be constantly on guard, or you'd fall into their trap. But as the saying goes, a thief can steal for a thousand days, but a guard can only guard for a thousand days.

At this moment, Wang Ming understood why Wang Chongyang had plotted against Ouyang Feng before his death. If Wang Chongyang hadn't broken Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill, forcing him into twenty years of seclusion at White Camel Mountain Villa, Zhou Botong would surely have died, and the Nine Yin Manual would have fallen into his hands.

Wang Ming had lost the will to fight. He surveyed his surroundings, planning his escape. With his Heavy Sword gone, continuing might lead to his demise here.

But if he wanted to run, how could Ouyang Feng let him?

Leaving such a potential threat behind would be digging his own grave.

Just as Wang Ming was about to use his Lightness Skill to escape, Ouyang Feng lunged forward with a palm strike. Being hit would be disastrous!

He immediately dodged, and after several failed attempts to break through, he could only resign himself to fate and go all out to defeat Ouyang Feng.

Wang Ming's hands began to emanate dense True Qi.

"Nine Yin Divine Claw!"

Five extremely sharp and powerful claw winds surged towards Ouyang Feng's skull. If this claw strike landed, it would undoubtedly create five holes in his head.

Ouyang Feng saw his opponent transform from a sheep eager to flee into a man-eating tiger in the blink of an eye. A chilling sensation on his scalp sent goosebumps down his spine. His instincts screamed danger, and his body suddenly became as pliant as a snake, evading the attack in an incredibly agile manner.

After dodging the deadly move, Ouyang Feng asked, "How do you know the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?"

Wang Ming replied, "Naturally, I learned it from the manual."

Seeing that his previous attack had been effective, his confidence returned, and he launched a proactive offense.

But the result was that Wang Ming was severely beaten. That Toad Skill was utterly unreasonable; he simply pushed his palms forward, sending Wang Ming flying seven or eight meters away like a sack.

Upon landing, Wang Ming immediately spat out a mouthful of blood. If Hong Qi had taken that blow, he would have been preparing for his funeral.

Fortunately, Wang Ming possessed the Indestructible Vajra Body. Because this martial art hadn't reached its peak, he couldn't transform into a golden figure. Otherwise, Wang Ming could have hammered Ouyang Feng like a mole.

Although he hadn't cultivated it to perfection, he could still use some defensive techniques.

This defensive technique involved covering his body with True Qi for protection.

Having cultivated the Indestructible Vajra Body to the seventh level, he could weaken incoming damage by seventy percent. Therefore, only thirty percent of the damage from that previous strike had hit him, and with that mouthful of clotted blood, he was fine.

However, this wasn't a capital for Wang Ming to be reckless. This defensive technique consumed a significant amount of True Qi.

With Ouyang Feng's full-power attack, he could only withstand it five times at most before his Indestructible Vajra Body True Qi in his lower dantian was depleted. Now, he only had four uses left.

Ouyang Feng certainly wouldn't let Wang Ming stand there dazed and recovering. He moved swiftly towards Wang Ming the moment he landed, continuing his assault.

Wang Ming's unarmed attacks were no match for Ouyang Feng, and he was steadily pushed back.

No matter what moves Wang Ming used, Ouyang Feng would forcefully break them with his overbearing and unreasonable Innate True Qi.

The Nine Yin Divine Claw was not weak, but Wang Ming's realm difference was too vast. Unarmed combat primarily depended on internal energy.

Therefore, Wang Ming was completely outmatched by Ouyang Feng. In this short period, they had exchanged over a dozen blows, and Wang Ming had directly taken two of Ouyang Feng's strikes.

At this moment, Wang Ming's face was pale, and he endured intense pain. While the protective technique could negate the damage, the pain was very real, causing his veins to bulge.

Ouyang Feng was also extremely surprised, "What martial art are you cultivating? You've taken three of my palms and are still fine."

Wang Ming had no energy to reply. He gritted his teeth, enduring the wave of pain.

Seeing Wang Ming remain silent, Ouyang Feng said, "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I don't believe you're made of iron. If one palm doesn't work, I'll hit you ten times. If ten palms don't work, then a hundred, or a thousand."

With that, he closed the distance and raised his hand, preparing to unleash a charged Toad Skill strike to completely eliminate this threat.

Wang Ming's inner ferocity was also ignited, and he secretly resolved, "If you won't let me have an easy time, then I'll fight you to the death. At worst, I'll just transmigrate early."

He planned to use a mutually destructive fighting style to clash with Ouyang Feng. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would severely wound him. He noticed the few people sitting cross-legged in the distance, recovering their combat strength. If he could heavily injure Ouyang Feng, they would surely be able to land the finishing blow and send the guy on his way.

Originally, Wang Ming had no intention of killing Ouyang Feng. Ouyang Feng's evil deeds had little to do with him.

Even the morally upright Hong Qi didn't intervene, so why should he?

He had only intended to spar with him and find an opportunity for a breakthrough.

But Ouyang Feng wouldn't let go, determined to kill him.

There was no longer any need for pleasantries.