Showy and Frivolous

At this moment, apart from Huang Rong, who was watching Wang Ming and Ouyang Feng's battle closely, there was another person also anxiously observing the outcome of the fight.

That person was Li Mochou.

Earlier, when she saw her master being exceptionally fierce and overbearing as she beat the living daylights out of Ouyang Feng, her heart felt extremely thrilled. With such a formidable master, wouldn't she be able to walk sideways wherever she went once she left?

Immediately following that, the battle situation took a sharp turn downward. Her master's weapon suddenly slipped from her grasp, and her combat power instantly dropped by more than half without a sword. Hand-to-hand combat was completely out of her depth, and she was suppressed and ruthlessly beaten by Ouyang Feng, making her defeat and demise seem all too near.

Li Mochou was no simpleton. Seeing that the situation was bad, she prepared to oil the soles of her feet and run for it.

As for her master's safety, apologies! The opponent was too powerful, and this humble self could not pull it off.

Although this master was quite generous, she still felt that the feeling of mutual exploitation was greater.

This was precisely why core disciples in major sects were orphans raised from childhood; adults did not easily develop a sense of belonging.

Yet Li Mochou's brain could be counted among the smartest of the women in the contemporary martial arts world. In a very short time, she deduced the exact same conclusion as Huang Rong—there was no escaping.

Master, catch the sword! After analyzing the battle situation, Li Mochou concluded that she could not let her master face the enemy empty-handed, so she drew the Gentleman Sword from her person and tossed it to Wang Ming.

This Gentleman Sword was Gongsun Zhi's ancestral heirloom sword, extremely sharp, and could be considered a divine weapon.

Wang Ming, who had originally decided to fight to the death, caught the thrown Gentleman Sword, and that thought instantly extinguished. It was better to live a wretched existence than to die a good death.

He instantly deployed the Five Peaks Swordplay. Although this swordplay was ordinary, with the blessing of such a sharp weapon as the Gentleman Sword, its might was also extraordinary.

Even though inner powers of Ouyang Feng, Huang Yaoshi, and the others were strong, they still could not face the sword's edge directly. What would happen if a careless move shaved off a palm?

Of course, if they held a weapon and channeled their inner power through it, as long as their inner power was strong, they could shatter someone else's weapon.

Barehanded, they simply lacked the guts to completely ignore the sword's edge.

After all, the inner power they practiced was not a hard qigong like the Indestructible Vajra Body. Even if Wang Ming possessed a protective technique, taking a sword strike would at most offset the accompanying genuine qi damage, and the damage caused by a sharp weapon still could not be ignored.

Unfortunately, Wang Ming still underestimated the level suppression brought by the Innate Realm, and the Five Peaks Swordplay failed to help him turn the tables.

When he used the Mount Song Swordplay—where the sword momentum was solemn and stern, resembling the charge of thousands of troops—Ouyang Feng simply avoided the blade at the very head and shattered it with a head-on, brute-force palm strike.

When he used the Mount Heng Swordplay—which was dense, rigorous, and excelled in defense—it was shattered with a single move without the slightest hesitation.

Then, when he used the heavy, steady, disciplined, and rigorous Mount Tai Swordplay, Ouyang Feng unleashed an unreasonable, energy-charging strike that instantly brought the sword momentum to a halt.

The Five Peaks Swordplay went through a full cycle, and the result was simply that it did not work. Ouyang Feng completely ignored it by using brute force to break skill.

Ouyang Feng said mockingly, "You have quite a few showy and frivolous tricks."

At this point, Wang Ming also reached a conclusion: the Five Peaks Swordplay was quite fun to take out and disgust opponents with in battles of the same tier, but for challenging opponents of a higher tier, it fell short.

He was not annoyed in the least, and immediately changed his sword momentum to continue fighting the enemy.

Illusion Sword.

It was already the hour of the setting sun, and only half the face of the sun remained in the western sky. Although the sunlight was somewhat gentle, suddenly being dazzled by it would still make one's eyes blur.

From the very beginning of the Five Peaks Swordplay, Wang Ming had not held out much hope. The reason he used it was to adjust his and Ouyang Feng's relative positions so he could better borrow the power of the sunlight.

Ouyang Feng was just about to strike Wang Ming with a "Black Tiger Steals Heart" when his eyeballs were stabbed by the sunlight reflected from his opponent's smooth sword body, and his vision vanished instantly. Unable to continue his attack, he immediately retracted his offensive, withdrew a step, and waited for his vision to recover.

Wang Ming thought to himself, What a pity. Such an excellent opportunity calculated over so long, and yet he is this cautious. As long as he didn't retreat, I guarantee I could have sliced off his palm with one sword, reducing his offensive power by fifty percent.

Ouyang Feng recovered his vision and immediately launched a fierce assault once more, but Wang Ming consistently refused to engage him in hard-on clashes, using his Lightness Skill to constantly circle around him. This drove Ouyang Feng's eyes to suffer terribly; in a mere dozen or so rounds, his eyes were blinded by the flickering glare no less than a hundred times, and light spots had now appeared in his vision.

Sensing that the time had come, Wang Ming discarded his previous hit-and-run tactics and unleashed a swift and rapid offensive against Ouyang Feng.

In Ouyang Feng's eyes, Wang Ming's swordplay suddenly became extremely bizarre. The blade's radiance flared brilliantly at times, making it impossible for people to look directly at it, while at other times it turned dim and obscure, so that the sword body could not be seen anywhere at all, as if it had vanished completely.

The two engaged in close-quarters combat for a single round and instantly separated.

Wang Ming had taken another hit just a moment ago, causing him to bare his teeth and grimace in pain as he secretly thought, Ouyang Feng's martial artist instinct is too terrifying. He actually gave me a palm strike by reflex.

At this moment, Ouyang Feng was holding his right hand with his left. Having just thrown that palm strike when previously there was clearly nothing blocking the empty air, his blow had landed squarely on the sword's edge, resulting in two fingers being sliced off. He pressed his acupoints to stem the bleeding wound and glared maliciously at Wang Ming.

The sight caused Huang Rong in the distance to open her mouth wide, throwing aside all regard for her image. The moment before, she had still thought Wang Ming was utterly stingy, acting as Guo Jing's teacher for over a decade without teaching him a single good martial art, yet at this moment she was shocked by the might of this Illusion Sword. Previously, she had thought "Illusion Sword" was merely a decent piece of swordplay, much the same as the Dog Beating Staff Technique, but at this moment her face was thoroughly slapped.

This swordplay was actually so bizarre and unfathomable, reversing the situation between Wang Ming and Ouyang Feng yet again.

At the same time, she also understood that it was not Wang Ming who was stingy; rather, she simply lacked the eye for quality.

Li Mochou, who had ventured close to the battlefield to deliver the Gentleman Sword, had long since put distance between herself and the center of the battle, quietly beginning to watch the fight.

Seeing this swordplay unleashed by her master, her mouth watered with desire as she couldn't help thinking to herself, This master is simply a treasure chest: the Nine Yin Manual, dual-wielding swordplay, sword techniques with peerlessly exquisite moves, heavy sword techniques, this bizarre swordplay... I must get my hands on this glowing swordplay, hmph! Even if I have to throw a tantrum and roll around on the ground.

At this time, Li Mochou was not yet the version of herself from the Condor Heroes era, and her personality still retained a rather flighty streak.

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