Dusk

Ouyang Feng quickly pressed acupuncture points to stop the bleeding from his wounds. He glared venomously at Wang Ming in front of him, thinking to himself, That swordplay just now was extraordinary, deceiving the eyes. And that technique for instant acceleration… I can't defeat him by force.

His eyes swept over Wang Ming, who held a long sword across from him. He then focused on the sword's body, before turning his gaze to the western mountainside. A sinister smile then flickered across his face.

After that, Wang Ming continuously attacked Ouyang Feng with Illusion Sword, but Ouyang Feng completely avoided engagement, retreating far away to create distance.

"Ouyang Feng, you're a grandmaster, yet you're so cowardly. You only run when you see Mr. Wang. You spineless scoundrel, how dare you contend for the title of The First Under Heaven?" Huang Rong, seeing Ouyang Feng constantly dodging and fleeing, taunted him, trying to provoke him into a direct confrontation.

From Huang Rong's perspective, Wang Ming was dominating Ouyang Feng, slicing off two of Ouyang Feng's fingers with a single sword stroke, while taking a palm strike without any apparent injury.

But how could she know that Wang Ming was actually at a disadvantage?

That palm strike had been blocked by Wang Ming's protective technique, which consumed one-fifth of his Indestructible Vajra Body's true qi. Meanwhile, Ouyang Feng losing two fingers had little impact on his combat effectiveness.

How could Ouyang Feng not understand Huang Rong's intentions? He didn't fall for it at all, merely continuing to dodge.

At this moment, Wang Ming also reacted. He turned his head to look at the western mountainside. Only a sliver of the sun remained there.

Twilight was approaching.

Wang Ming also ceased his offensive, adopting a defensive stance. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, This old scoundrel is truly formidable. He saw through the secrets of this swordplay so quickly. He's clearly trying to stall for time, waiting for the sun to set.

Illusion Sword was a sword technique that utilized light and vision for instantaneous bursts of power. While it could still be used without sunlight, it was incomplete and incapable of achieving the level of challenging opponents of a higher tier.

Ouyang Feng had been toying with Wang Ming. When Wang Ming didn't want to fight, he'd send a cheap, long-range palm strike. When Wang Ming wanted to fight, he'd scurry away with a smug grin, almost driving Wang Ming to explode with anger.

Wang Ming's Lightness Skill was on par with Ouyang Feng's. Moreover, Ouyang Feng was in the Innate realm, making him even more difficult to deal with. He was like a stubborn stain, incredibly annoying.

The two exchanged over a dozen more probing moves from a distance.

Twilight had arrived…

"Hahaha! Huang family girl, didn't you say I didn't dare to fight him head-on? Now I'll fight and show you." Ouyang Feng suddenly changed his fighting style and launched a fierce assault on Wang Ming.

Wang Ming couldn't adapt to this sudden change in style and was caught off guard, nearly having his vital points struck several times.

"Your swordplay has been seen through. The sun has set, let's see how arrogant you can be. Die! Hahaha…" Ouyang Feng spewed trash talk while attacking.

"Ah!" Huang Rong, who was at a distance, exclaimed in shock. She instantly understood. She was an exceptionally intelligent woman, even hailed as a female Zhuge Liang. Furthermore, she also knew Illusion Sword, so she couldn't help but worry about Wang Ming, knowing the impact of the setting sun on the sword technique.

Li Mochou's eyes flickered as well, her mind wrestling with two conflicting thoughts. She was conflicted, thinking, Should I escape immediately while my master still has the strength to hold off Ouyang Feng? Or should I wait and see what happens?

Li Mochou's greatest skill wasn't her Ice Soul Silver Needles or her Five Poisons Divine Palm, but her ability to disappear quickly. She was very shrewd, knowing not to provoke those who were powerful or had strong backing, and would let them go if possible.

Seeing the unfavorable turn of the battle, she slowly moved behind Huang Rong and the others, positioning herself for a quick escape.

Ultimately, after an internal struggle, she decided to face life and death with Wang Ming, her master.

This wasn't because she had suddenly become righteous and loyal. It was because, while contemplating her escape, the image of the cunning strategist who saved Guo Jing's mother in the desert flashed through her mind, suppressing her urge to flee.

"Palm Breaking Style!"

Ouyang Feng's confident palm strike was easily broken by an ordinary-looking sword from Wang Ming. Before he could even register his shock, a sword stroke nearly pierced his throat.

He initially thought this strike was a mere coincidence, but the next dozen exchanges were incredibly frustrating for him. Every move Wang Ming made was aimed at his weak points, as if he possessed foresight.

This Palm Breaking Style could break all sorts of fist, palm, and finger techniques, including long and short boxing, grappling, pressure point attacks, eagle claw and tiger claw styles, and Iron Sand Palm.

Toad Skill also fell under the category of fist and palm techniques.

Ouyang Feng was secretly annoyed, thinking, Where did this guy get so many strange sword techniques? I've never seen them before. It's like he appeared out of nowhere. Why are all his sword techniques offensive? Is there no end to them?

Nine Swords of Dugu was inherently offensive with no defensive moves. Every strike was aimed at forcing the opponent to defend themselves, naturally negating the need for defense.

With all his martial arts moves being countered, Ouyang Feng lost his composure.

Suddenly, Ouyang Feng planted his hands on the ground and lunged forward like a dog.

Wang Ming was both surprised and amused. He thought, I've heard before that Ouyang Feng's Reverse Nine Yin Manual martial arts are extremely bizarre. Seeing it firsthand is truly astonishing. A dignified member of the Five Greats crawling on the ground like a dog.

The Gentleman Sword extended, aiming for his waist. Unexpectedly, Ouyang Feng suddenly rolled over, evading the sword's edge, pinning half of it beneath him, and then continuing his roll. Unable to hold onto the pinned sword, Wang Ming, not daring to let Ouyang Feng get close, decisively abandoned the Gentleman Sword. Ouyang Feng suddenly leaped up, launching a rapid series of kicks with both feet. Wang Ming was greatly alarmed and retreated rapidly.

How could Ouyang Feng let Wang Ming escape so easily? He swiftly moved forward to continue the entanglement.

Wang Ming was completely outmatched, fighting while retreating. Without realizing it, he was getting closer to Li Mochou and the others.

"Master, take this sword!" Li Mochou suppressed her urge to flee and threw her last sword, the Lady Sword, far towards Wang Ming.

Wang Ming leaped forward, catching the Lady Sword. Just as he was about to use Nine Swords of Dugu against Ouyang Feng, he found himself unable to draw his sword.

After a brief moment of confusion, Wang Ming was instantly dumbfounded. The martial arts Ouyang Feng was using were too bizarre. At this moment, Ouyang Feng's moves were even more peculiar and unfathomably strange. His body would sometimes be inverted, sometimes upright, and at times he would even support himself with one hand on the ground, his body held horizontally, engaging the enemy with only one palm.

Sometimes, he would even spit a mouthful of Innate True Qi at you. Although it wouldn't kill, it would hurt badly if it hit you, and more importantly, it was disgusting.

While Nine Swords of Dugu was very powerful, it couldn't withstand Ouyang Feng's unconventional tactics. His bizarre moves were untraceable. This effectively rendered Nine Swords of Dugu powerless.

Nine Swords of Dugu was created by the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai, who had studied all the martial arts techniques in the world and then found ways to counter them. He summarized these into nine formulas. As long as one was familiar with these nine formulas, they could anticipate the enemy's moves in combat and strike at their weak points with every blow.

However, Ouyang Feng's strange moves could basically be considered the realm of "no moves" that Feng Qingyang spoke of.

"Mr. Ouyang, your martial arts are indeed remarkable. The title of The First Under Heaven is yours. Can we call it a day?" Wang Ming, realizing he couldn't defeat Ouyang Feng, began to yield.