Completely Cold

Wang Ming analyzed his own condition and saw that his odds of winning were very low. Taking advantage of the fact that Ouyang Feng still could not figure out the bottom of the Nine Swords of Dugu, he wanted to see if they could stop fighting right here.

Coming to Mount Hua for the Mount Hua Sword Debate, all Wang Ming wanted was to see if he could find an opportunity to break through to the Innate realm.

He had three peerless internal art manuals on him, but had long been unable to break through to the Innate realm. He simply wanted to come to Mount Hua to discuss things with the Five Greats, see if he could get inspiration for a breakthrough from them, and incidentally test out what he had learned himself.

As for Ouyang Feng, Wang Ming had no interest in acting on behalf of heaven.

He had no deep feud with the man, so why bother fighting to the death with someone whose martial arts were no weaker than his own?

Usually, when he saw villains who were easy to deal with, Wang Ming did not mind casually dispensing chivalry and justice.

This was a real world, not an online game.

Taking hits came with pain, and injuries took time to heal.

Just like tigers and lions, aside from fighting for territory and mates, they were unwilling to move when they were not hungry; an injury might mean being closer to death.

Hearing Wang Ming's words, Ouyang Feng stopped his attacks, stood still a short distance away, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha! The First Under Heaven is naturally this old man's. Since you admit defeat, shall we call a truce here?"

Wang Ming said, "Alright!"

Then the expressions of the two men gradually grew gentle, and they walked together toward the direction where Hong Qigong and the others were.

Ouyang Feng looked at Wang Ming with a sincere expression and said, "Your swordsmanship is truly remarkable, worthy of being the strongest in this generation."

Wang Ming also replied with a kindly expression, "You flatter me, Mr. Ouyang. It's not worth mentioning in front of you."

As the two walked, they flattered each other in a display of mutual commercial praise.

Just when the distance between them was less than two meters, Ouyang Feng suddenly launched a fatal strike at Wang Ming. Wang Ming also anticipated it early, extending a hand to block this decisive palm strike. Two palms carrying intense Qi collided, and their true qi intertwined, countered, and annihilated each other.

"Pfft!"

Before long, the repulsive force of the true qi shook the two men apart.

Wang Ming spat out a mouthful of stagnant blood. Wang Ming was not as skilled in martial arts as Ouyang Feng, and that previous palm strike was equivalent to a clash of internal energy. Naturally, Wang Ming came out at a disadvantage, his internal organs shaken by the shock of the internal energy.

"Despicable and shameless, what a brazen Ouyang Feng! You actually promised a truce, and yet you still launch a sneak attack," Huang Rong could not help shouting angrily from afar.

Ouyang Feng glanced disdainfully at the loudly cursing Huang Rong, with no intention of replying at all. He only stared with venomous eyes at the slightly disheveled Wang Ming. In the past, he would have been stirred to anger by the words of a little girl like Huang Rong, but now his heart was completely calm. Because he regarded everyone currently on Mount Hua as dead men, no matter how Huang Rong scolded or provoked him, she could not stir the strings of his heart.

Wang Ming wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "Ouyang Feng, wouldn't it be nice if we ended this battle amicably?"

Ouyang Feng glanced at the Lady Sword that Wang Ming had dropped and said mockingly, "The weak do not have the right to call a halt."

Then Ouyang Feng walked toward Wang Ming step by step, saying as he walked, "You are younger than me, yet you already have the ability to fight me. How could I let you walk away today? If I don't kill you, this title of The First Under Heaven holds no joy for me either, and I would only spend my days in fearful dread under the pressure of your pursuit. So go and die!"

Hearing this, the reluctant struggle on Wang Ming's face suddenly vanished, turning completely calm. "Thank you for clearing up my confusion, Mr. Ouyang!"

Hearing this, Ouyang Feng could not help thinking to himself, This fellow has great self-control; he is still maintaining a polite form of address even now.

Although he thought thus in his heart, his actions did not hesitate at all. He fully circulated his Lightness Skill, crossing the five-meter distance between them and closing in on Wang Ming in the blink of an eye. He struck right at Wang Ming's head with a palm.

This palm strike was the Toad Skill that Ouyang Feng had begun secretly gathering power for while the two of them were engaged in mutual commercial praise, coupled with the mobilization of all the Innate True Qi in his body that had only just condensed. As long as it hit, Wang Ming's head would be smashed apart like a watermelon, scattering juices everywhere.

It was an absolute death sentence with no chance of survival.

Just as Ouyang Feng's confident palm strike was about to reach Wang Ming's head, Wang Ming pointed a finger at him from afar. In an instant, his body lost all vitality and he collapsed limply.

This was an ending no one present expected. Ouyang Feng, who had been slaughtering everything and acting imperiously just moments before, had kicked the bucket in such a sloppy fashion.

The moment Ouyang Feng collapsed, Wang Ming's finger also dropped limply.

At the same time, Wang Ming's hair, a mix of black and white, had already turned entirely white.

Wang Ming was just forty years old, and previously his appearance was not far off from a man in his early twenties, save for a heavy sense of vicissitudes in his eyes. Now wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

As it turned out, just a moment ago, Wang Ming had adopted a try-it-and-see attitude and used the killing move from the Innate Skill—the Innate Qi Art.

The Innate Skill was an art that could push human potential to the absolute limit, meaning it forced the body to operate under overload.

Wang Ming had lost his sword, dropping his combat power by half. Facing the menacing Ouyang Feng, he suddenly remembered the original text stating that the Innate Skill and the One Yang Finger countered the Toad Skill.

Although Ouyang Feng's internal art at this moment was the Inverted Nine Yin Manual, its inner core was actually still the Toad Skill.

Then he instantly thought of the killing move within the Innate Skill.

The book stated that the "Innate Qi" move could instantly stimulate the body's potential consciousness, concentrate all the power within, and release a strike capable of exterminating ghosts and gods.

Of course, when Wang Ming first saw this move, he did not take it seriously, treating it as exaggeration by the creator of the art.

Yet now this strike had indeed exceeded Wang Ming's expectations, finishing off Ouyang Feng in a single move.

Huang Rong and Li Mochou waited in the distance for a moment, and seeing that Ouyang Feng still did not get back up, they plucked up their courage and came over to support Wang Ming.

Wang Ming had not a shred of strength left at this moment, feeling somewhat like he had performed a hundred times in a row—considerably hollowed out.

The Innate Qi Art was formidable, but the price was also quite terrifying. With that single finger, it instantly consumed the remaining "Innate Skill true qi" and "Indestructible Vajra Body true qi" within his body.

Even that was not enough to satisfy the demands of executing this move. Wang Ming glanced at the white hair on his shoulders, feeling that his muscles showed slight signs of atrophy, and judged internally that that move might have also consumed his bodily vitality.

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