Brutal Slaughter

The situation shifted instantly from earlier, when he had pressed Ouyang Feng, to the giant iron sword flying out of his hand. This change happened far too fast, truly making it a bit hard to bear.

Especially for Huang Rong, who was watching the battle at that moment; this fight was directly tied to her life and death, and whether she would end up buried alongside the despised Ouyang Ke.

The small spark of hope that had ignited in her heart grew somewhat dim again.

Yet her hope was not extinguished. She felt that simply losing the iron sword shouldn't lead to total defeat; as long as Mister Wang stalled for a bit longer to let her master and the others recover their battle prowess and everyone surrounded him together, they should be able to put up a fight against Ouyang Feng.

Looking at the two dead strange snakes on the ground, Ouyang Feng thought to himself, It's a pity about these two treasure snakes, but it was worth it to knock the enemy's weapon away.

Then he looked at Wang Ming opposite him, a wave of lingering fear washing over him. If we had dragged this out a moment longer, I would have definitely flipped over and been shaken to death by this fellow's bizarre sword technique. His sword technique is actually quite simple; given some time, I could deduce it as well. The key point is why this guy has such terrifying strength. Without that monstrous strength, coupled with that exaggerated giant iron sword, it's just a piece of garbage sword technique. He thought in startled shock, This fellow compares to the Hegemon of Western Chu, possessing such divine might.

Sixty catties was not heavy, and basic adults could lift it, but being able to pick it up with one hand and wield it as effortlessly and casually as a wooden stick was far from ordinary.

Recalling the battle just now, he had felt like a small boat in the ocean, tossed back and forth by the wind and waves, tiny and powerless. His bones ached with soreness, and a gloomy expression gradually surfaced on his face as he secretly thought, The last time I saw him on Peach Blossom Island, he was still a tier below us Five Greats. In such a short time, he has grown this much. This person cannot be kept alive, or he will surely become a major threat. Today, I must leave him here on Mount Hua.

Wang Ming was also wary of Ouyang Feng. He had thought he had already shaken the venomous snakes in Ouyang Feng's snake staff to death, never expecting this old fox to be so treacherous—actually playing a sneak attack while dealing with someone vastly inferior to himself. It was far too insidious, and he thought inwardly, As expected of the Western Venom moniker; even after becoming The First Under Heaven, he still doesn't forget to use poison.

At the same time, Wang Ming's wariness toward Ouyang Feng rose to another level. He didn't fear an opponent with high martial arts; he only feared an opponent who didn't care about martial ethics!

Such an opponent was extremely terrifying. You had to be on guard against him every single second, or you would fall victim to his tricks the moment you let your guard down. However, since ancient times, there were only thousand-day thieves—how could one maintain a thousand-day defense against thieves?

At that moment, Wang Ming also understood why Wang Chongyang had schemed against Ouyang Feng before his death. If Wang Chongyang hadn't broken Ouyang Feng's Toad Skill, forcing him into closed-door cultivation at the White Camel Mountain Villa in the Western Regions for twenty years, Zhou Botong would surely have died, and the Nine Yin Manual would definitely have fallen into Ouyang Feng's hands.

Wang Ming no longer had any will to fight at this point. Surveying his surroundings, he intended to run for it; with the heavy sword lost, continuing this might bury him right here.

Yet since he wanted to run, how could Ouyang Feng let him leave?

Leaving such a future trouble behind—wasn't that just digging a pit for himself?

Just as Wang Ming was about to channel his lightness skill to escape, Ouyang Feng slapped a palm right at his face. To get hit by that would be no small matter!

He dodged immediately, and after several consecutive failed charges, he could only resign himself to fate and make a desperate, all-out bid to defeat the Ouyang Feng before him.

Thick true qi instantly surged across Wang Ming's hands.

Nine Yin Divine Claw

Five extremely fierce and unyielding claw winds assailed Ouyang Feng's skull. If this claw connected solidly, it would undoubtedly open five holes in his head.

The moment before, Ouyang Feng's opponent had been a completely unmotivated little lamb intent only on fleeing; the next moment, he had transformed into a man-eating tiger. The piercing chill radiating from his scalp stirred up a wave of goosebumps. His instincts told him danger, and his body suddenly softened like a snake, dodging away in an extremely incredible manner.

After dodging that fatal, vicious move, Ouyang Feng demanded, "How do you know the Nine Yin White Bone Claw?"

Wang Ming replied, "Naturally, I learned it by following a manual."

Seeing that his previous strike had succeeded, his confidence returned, and he took the initiative to attack.

Yet the result was that Wang Ming got beaten unmercifully. That Toad Skill completely ignored reason, directly thrusting out both palms to send Wang Ming flying seven or eight meters back like a tattered sack.

Upon hitting the ground, Wang Ming immediately coughed up a mouthful of blood. If Hong Qi had taken the blow he had just received, he could have started preparing for his final rites.

Fortunately, Wang Ming possessed the Indestructible Vajra Body. Because he had not trained this martial art to completion, he was unable to transform into a golden figure; otherwise, Ouyang Feng could have hammered Wang Ming around like a ground rat.

Though he hadn't trained it to completion, he could still barely use some protective arts.

This protective method involved covering his body's surface with true qi to achieve a defensive effect.

The Indestructible Vajra Body had reached the seventh stage, which could dull an opponent's damage by seventy percent. Thus, only thirty percent of the damage from that previous strike had actually struck his body, and after spitting out that stagnant blood, it was nothing serious.

However, this was not capital for Wang Ming to squander. This protective art consumed a massive amount of true qi.

With Ouyang Feng's full-strength strike, blocking it five times at most would completely exhaust the Indestructible Vajra Qi in his middle dantian. Now, he only had four times left.

Naturally, Ouyang Feng would not stand in the distance and let Wang Ming daze his way back to recovery; the moment Wang Ming hit the ground, he sped over to press the attack.

Wang Ming's unarmed attacks were truly no match for Ouyang Feng, and he was beaten back step by step.

No matter what stance Wang Ming used, it would be forcefully shattered by Ouyang Feng's tyrannical, unreasonable Innate True Qi.

The Nine Yin Divine Claw was not weak, but the gap in their realms was too vast. In unarmed combat, what was being compared was mostly internal energy.

Thus, Wang Ming was entirely outmatched by Ouyang Feng. In this brief span of time, they exchanged over a dozen moves, and Wang Ming took two of Ouyang Feng's blows head-on.

At that moment, Wang Ming's face was pale, and he endured the intense agony. Although the protective art could prevent injury, the pain was real, causing the veins on his body to bulge.

Ouyang Feng was also immensely surprised. "What martial art do you practice? You took three of this old man's palms and you're still fine."

Wang Ming had no energy to spare to entertain him; he was gritting his teeth, gritting through this wave of pain.

Seeing that Wang Ming did not answer, Ouyang Feng said, "It doesn't matter if you don't say. I don't believe you're made of iron. If one palm won't do, I'll strike you ten palms. If ten palms won't do, a hundred palms, a thousand palms."

With that, he lunged forward, raising his hand intending to deliver a charged Toad Skill to Wang Ming and completely eliminate this threat.

A surge of viciousness was also stirred up within Wang Ming, and he hardened his heart. If you won't let me live in peace, then I'll fight you to the death. At worst, I'll cross over early.

He intended to use an injury-for-injury fighting style to scrap with Ouyang Feng. Even if he couldn't kill him, he would leave him heavily injured. He had noticed the few people sitting cross-legged in the distance recovering their battle strength; if he crippled Ouyang Feng into a heavy injury, they would definitely be able to finish him off and send this fellow on his way.

Originally, Wang Ming had held no murderous intent toward Ouyang Feng; his wrongdoings had nothing much to do with him anyway.

Since the morally upright Hong Qi didn't care, why should he meddle?

He had only intended to spar with him and seek a breakthrough opportunity.

Yet the man had clung relentlessly, dead-set on killing him.

What politeness was left to maintain?