Completely Chilled

Wang Ming analyzed his situation; his chances of winning were low. He decided to see if he could end the fight while Ouyang Feng was still unclear about the Nine Swords of Dugu, hoping to call a truce.

Wang Ming's only goal in coming to the Mount Hua Sword Debate was to find an opportunity to break through to the Innate realm.

He possessed three supreme internal martial arts manuals, but he had been unable to break through to Innate for a long time. He wanted to come to Mount Hua to find the Five Greats and discuss with them, hoping to gain inspiration for his breakthrough and, at the same time, verify his own learning.

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

He didn't have a deep enmity with Ouyang Feng, so why should he fight to the death with someone whose martial arts were no weaker than his own?

Wang Ming didn't mind acting as a righteous hero when he encountered villains who were easy to deal with.

This was a real world, not an online game.

Being hit caused pain, and injuries required time to heal.

Just like tigers and lions, aside from territorial disputes and mating, they were unwilling to fight when not hungry. Any injury would mean coming closer to death.

Ouyang Feng heard Wang Ming's words, stopped his attack, and stood firm not far away, laughing heartily. "Hahaha! The First Under Heaven is naturally me. Since you admit defeat, let's call it a day?"

Wang Ming replied, "Alright!"

Then, their expressions gradually softened, and they walked together in the direction of Hong Qigong and the others.

Ouyang Feng said to Wang Ming with a sincere expression, "Your swordsmanship is truly remarkable, worthy of being the strongest of this era."

Wang Ming replied with a kind smile, "Mr. Ouyang flatters me; it's nothing compared to you."

As they walked, they flattered each other, engaging in mutual praise.

When they were less than two meters apart, Ouyang Feng suddenly launched a fatal attack on Wang Ming. Wang Ming, having anticipated this, extended a hand to block the deadly palm strike. Their hands, carrying intense surges of energy, collided, their true qi entangling, canceling each other out.

"Pfft!"

Before long, the repelling force of their true qi pushed them both back, separating them.

Wang Ming spat out a mouthful of dark blood. Wang Ming was not as skilled as Ouyang Feng. That palm strike was equivalent to a clash of internal forces, and naturally, Wang Ming was at a disadvantage, his internal organs shaken by the force.

"Despicable and shameless Ouyang Feng! You promised to stop, yet you launched a sneak attack!" Huang Rong, who was watching from a distance, couldn't help but curse loudly.

Ouyang Feng glanced disdainfully at the scolding Huang Rong, with no intention of replying. He merely stared venomously at the somewhat disheveled Wang Ming. In the past, he might have been provoked by the words of the little girl Huang Rong, but now his heart was calm. This was because he viewed everyone on Mount Hua at this moment as dead people, so no matter how Huang Rong cursed or provoked him, she couldn't stir his emotions.

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

Ouyang Feng glanced at Wang Ming's dropped Lady Sword and said mockingly, "The weak have no right to call for a stop."

Then, Ouyang Feng walked step by step towards Wang Ming, saying as he approached, "You are younger than me and already possess the ability to fight me. How can I let you escape today? If I don't kill you, my title as the First Under Heaven will have no meaning. I will live in constant pressure of your pursuit, living in fear every day. So, die!"

Upon hearing this, the look of unwilling struggle on Wang Ming's face vanished, replaced by a profound peace. "Thank you, Mr. Ouyang, for enlightening me!"

Ouyang Feng couldn't help but think to himself, This fellow has excellent composure, still using respectful terms.

Despite his thoughts, he didn't hesitate. He fully activated his Lightness Skill. The five-meter distance between them vanished in an instant as he closed in on Wang Ming, striking towards his head with a palm.

This palm strike was the Toad Skill, which Ouyang Feng had been secretly gathering power for while they were exchanging pleasantries. He had also channeled all the Innate True Qi he had recently condensed. If it hit, Wang Ming's head would be crushed like a watermelon, splattering everywhere.

It was a sure death blow.

Just as Ouyang Feng's confident palm was about to reach Wang Ming's head, Wang Ming pointed a finger from a distance, and Ouyang Feng instantly lost all signs of life, falling powerlessly.

This was an outcome none of the onlookers had anticipated. Ouyang Feng, who had been so dominant moments ago, had met such a swift and ignominious end.

The moment Ouyang Feng fell, Wang Ming's finger also dropped powerlessly.

Simultaneously, Wang Ming's black hair, interspersed with streaks of white, had turned completely white.

Wang Ming was only forty years old. Previously, his appearance was not much different from that of a young man in his early twenties, though his eyes held a deep sense of world-weariness. Now, wrinkles had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

It turned out that Wang Ming, out of desperation, had used the killing move from the Innate Skill – the Innate Qi Art.

The Innate Skill was a cultivation method that could push a person's potential to its absolute limit, causing the body to operate at an overload.

Wang Ming had lost half his combat strength with the loss of his sword. Facing the aggressive Ouyang Feng, he suddenly remembered that the original work mentioned that the Innate Skill and the One Yang Finger could counter the Toad Skill.

Although Ouyang Feng's internal energy at this moment was from the Inverted Nine Yin Manual, its core essence was still the Toad Skill.

He then instantly recalled the killing move within the Innate Skill.

The book described the "Innate Qi" move as being able to instantly stimulate the body's full potential and consciousness, condensing all the power within the body to unleash a strike capable of annihilating gods and demons.

Of course, Wang Ming hadn't taken this move seriously at first, considering it an exaggeration by the creator of the technique.

However, this strike had indeed exceeded Wang Ming's expectations, instantly killing Ouyang Feng.

Huang Rong and Li Mochou waited for a while in the distance. Seeing that Ouyang Feng had not gotten up, they mustered their courage and came forward to help Wang Ming.

Wang Ming had no strength left; he felt as empty as if he had gone through a hundred rounds of intense activity.

The Innate Qi was powerful, but its price was equally terrifying. That single finger strike had instantly consumed all the remaining "Innate Skill true qi" and "Indestructible Vajra Body true qi" within his body.

Even that wasn't enough to meet the requirements for activating the move. Wang Ming glanced at the white hair on his shoulders and felt a slight atrophy in his muscles, judging that the move might have also consumed his physical functions.

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