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"Black Sand Palm?"

Song Zhigao naturally recognized this widely circulated palm technique.

To be honest, it was a crude skill that required slow, painstaking effort to build up external energy and strengthen muscles and bones. For him, who had been taught by the Gui Ling Sect, it was hardly worth his notice.

But no matter what, Song Zhigao could never have imagined that such an ordinary palm technique could possess such immense power in the hands of his opponent!

Arm and palm met. With a crack, a piercing sound of bone breaking rang out. Immediately, Song Zhigao's arms were wracked with sharp pain. He let out a scream and was sent flying backward, still spewing blood mid-air.

"You... your strength... monster!"

He lay on the ground, looking at his broken arms, gasping in cold air. His gaze towards Fang Yuan was as if he were looking at some monstrous beast.

My current strength is probably close to double that of an ordinary person! This is not just the result of breaking through the gates, but also the assistance of the Red Jade Rice, making my foundation far superior to ordinary martial artists!

Fang Yuan looked at this scene, but his heart was clear.

In a battle between experts, even the slightest gap could affect the final success or failure. Although Song Zhigao was also a three-gate martial artist, his inherent quality was not as high as his. Moreover, he had been away from the battlefield for a long time, accustomed to buying and selling, fearing death, and was even worse than a rookie like him. It was inevitable that he would end up in this state after just one exchange.

"Who exactly are you?"

Song Zhigao lay on the ground, his eyeballs darting around, his face filled with panic. "Don't kill me, I can give you a lot of gold and silver, even martial arts manuals..."

"You talk too much!"

Fang Yuan knew the principle that one shouldn't talk too much with villains. He stepped forward directly and struck Song Zhigao's crown with his palm.

Bang!

After a loud noise, Song Zhigao's corpse went limp and fell.

"Ah!"

"Murder!"

The exchange just now was too fast. By the time the servants and maids reacted, Fang Yuan had already easily taken Song Zhigao's life.

I am not a bloodthirsty person!

With his hat, mask, and other concealment, he naturally had no qualms or thoughts of cutting the grass and removing the roots. He went up and struck the servants and maids who were shouting the loudest with his palm, knocking them unconscious, and prepared to enter the house to collect his spoils.

This was a habit he had brought from that dream world.

After defeating a BOSS, why wouldn't one take the spoils of war?

However, this time, Fang Yuan had miscalculated.

"Little thief, you dare to be so arrogant after killing someone!"

Bang!

Accompanied by a roar, the door frame shattered, scattering like a rain of flowers, its target clearly Fang Yuan!

And amidst the flying wood chips, a figure pounced out with unparalleled speed. (He) raised (his) right hand into a finger sword, thrusting straight into the center, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, stabbing towards Fang Yuan's brow.

Whoosh!

The force tore through the void, making whistling sounds.

"Expert!"

Fang Yuan struck out with a palm, clashing with the finger sword mid-air. (He) immediately retreated, his face solemn as (he) stared at the young man who had just appeared.

"Third Gate of Martial Arts?"

The other party wore a cyan jade robe, a golden belt, and a piece of flawless jade. With star brows and sword eyes, (his) expression was quite dashing. At this moment, (he) looked at Fang Yuan with disdain: "You dare to kill my Gui Ling Sect Purchaser, you have quite the nerve!"

"I was careless!"

Fang Yuan's expression was blank, looking at the red mark on the palm of (his) hand.

With the mastery of (his) Black Sand Palm, (his) power was pushed to the limit. It wasn't that (he) couldn't avoid blades and swords, but ordinary fist and palm attacks had long been mostly immune.

But at this moment, the palm of (his) hand suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"I didn't expect Song Zhigao to have guests here, and they're even experts from the Fourth or Fifth Gate!"

Fang Yuan had already estimated the other party's strength. (He) was definitely a martial artist who had broken through the Du Gate, and (his) martial arts were also refined through countless battles. Even with (his) astonishing physical fitness, which allowed (him) to defeat veteran masters with random punches before, (he) was still no match for this opponent.

"Not saying?"

At this moment, the young man approached slowly and calmly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say. Anyway, I will capture you and interrogate you slowly. Of the Gui Ling Sect's Ten Great Cruel Tortures, I don't know which one you can endure... You killed my person, and you will have to pay a price!"

"Your person?"

Fang Yuan opened (his) mouth in a hoarse voice: "Are you Song Yujie?"

"Oh? You recognize me?"

The young martial artist's lips curved slightly, with a hint of a strange arc.

"Hoo..."

Fang Yuan did not answer, slowly exhaling a long breath.

If (he) had encountered any other expert, (he) would definitely turn around and flee now.

But Song Yujie?

To be frank, Song Zhigao was just his dog. If you really think about it, this person is the real source!

"Today's luck is really quite good!"

Fang Yuan spread his palms flat. His originally jade-white palms suddenly bulged with veins, his skin like refined iron, dark in color.

"To have cultivated the Black Sand Palm to this degree, you can already be proud. Unfortunately, this External Energy technique is of too low a rank. How could it possibly be a match for the divine techniques of my Gui Ling Sect?"

Song Yujie let out a cold laugh. He formed his right hand into two fingers and, with a chi chi sound, suddenly thrust his sword forward: "Behold, Gui Ling Sword Technique!"

"Sword Qi!"

Fang Yuan's eyes narrowed.

This was the power of highly condensed internal energy combined with swordsmanship. Song Yujie's ability to achieve this proved he was an absolute prodigy.

But at this moment, he couldn't retreat. He didn't expect to outrun this skilled hand who was at the fourth or fifth level of martial arts. His expression turned fierce, and he lunged forward like a madman: "Black Sand, boundless!"

Bang!

The palm wind was easily shattered by the sword qi. Only a slight residual wave landed on Song Yujie.

He lowered his head and looked at a small black mark on the back of his hand. Then he looked at Fang Yuan, who had a bloody hole in his chest. The expression on his face twisted: "You dare to injure me?"

"Not just... cough cough... injure you, I'm going to kill you too!"

Fang Yuan coughed out a mouthful of blood, but still smiled.

His physical fitness, nearly double that of an ordinary person, also brought terrifying healing capabilities. At least he knew that his current injuries were definitely not as severe as they appeared on the surface.

"Hmph, a dead duck with a stiff neck!"

Song Yujie took a step forward. He flicked his right hand, and a spirit snake-like gleam appeared from his waist, extending and retracting unpredictably. It was a soft sword that could bend around his fingers!

After being slightly injured by Fang Yuan once, he finally became a little serious.

"It seems you weren't using your full strength just now. This is truly my good fortune... cough cough..."

Fang Yuan said with immense relief.

He knew that even with the aid of his spirit seed, his time was too short, and he was still a bit distant from those true sect geniuses.

If Song Yujie had used his soft sword earlier, and he hadn't practiced with weapons, he probably would have died in a burial ground immediately.

"Good fortune..."

Song Yujie frowned.

No matter what, he couldn't see any hope for this mysterious person before him to turn the tables.

However, just as he was preparing to draw his sword and sever the mysterious person's limbs for a thorough interrogation, an uneasy feeling suddenly surfaced in his heart.

"My right hand... is numb..."

His eyes narrowed, and he stared at the black mark on the back of his hand: "You poisoned me?! Despicable!"

"In a fight for life and death, what's despicable and what's not?"

Fang Yuan slowly stepped forward, looking at Song Yujie, whose face was turning progressively dark and who was frantically taking out medicine bottles and pouring them into his mouth. He shook his head: "I advise you not to bother. My potent poison has been tested, and even experts from the Three Dangerous Gates cannot resist it..."

While he was speaking, Song Yujie had already collapsed on the ground, looking at his own hand beginning to rot in utter terror.

What he had been poisoned with was none other than the potent venom of the Mutated Pearl-tailed Snake!

After reaching the third level, Black Sand Palm could already attach poisonous attacks. Fang Yuan naturally didn't hold back. Relying on the King of Hell's Post as his backing, he directly attempted to infuse the potent venom of the Mutated Pearl-tailed Snake into his palm strike.

This time, the effect was astonishing and extraordinary, directly taking down the unprepared Song Yujie.

"Black Sand Palm... with poison? Are you Kou Feng's Personal Disciple?"

Song Yujie screamed, his voice earth-shattering: "Ah... you're dead! The Gui Ling Sect and my father will never let you go!"

"Still talking tough when you're about to die?"

Fang Yuan stepped forward and pressed a palm onto the crown of Song Yujie's head, who was already unable to resist, ending his suffering.

"Infusing poison into Black Sand Palm seems to be a special technique, only known by the founder Kou Feng and his Personal Disciples?"

It was the information Song Yujie revealed at the end that slightly surprised Fang Yuan.

When he first learned the first level of Black Sand Palm, a corresponding system prompt had appeared. Later, refining poison felt like a natural progression, almost instinctive.

"This should be the system's doing? Making each martial art perform to its limit and uncovering hidden abilities?"

There was too little evidence at the moment, so Fang Yuan could only guess.

"However, I really should leave now!"

He looked around.

Because he had gone on a slaughter, killing two people successively, the entire Song Mansion was in chaos. Cries could be faintly heard from the inner quarters, and many servants and maids had opened the gates and were fleeing in all directions.

"This commotion is too big; it will attract others very soon!"

Fang Yuan immediately abandoned the idea of going to the inner quarters to scavenge for spoils of war. He briefly rummaged through the corpses of Song Zhigao and Song Yujie, taking some miscellaneous items as spoils of war. Then, without a second glance, he quickly scaled the wall and left.

Before leaving, he even set a large fire, watching the grand mansion that Song Zhigao had painstakingly built with all his savings and accumulation turn into ashes in the flames.

This was naturally not out of spite, but to create chaos and attract everyone's attention, making his escape easier.

After all, facing this fire, if the officials and others didn't intervene, and the fire spread, perhaps half the county town would fall. How could that be allowed?

Black Smoke spread, Firelight soared into the sky.

Amidst the chaos in the county town, Fang Yuan calmly exited the main gate and disappeared into the Dense Forest beside the road.

He had grown up in the deep mountains since childhood, navigating any Dense Forest as if on flat ground, completely erasing his tracks.

"So satisfying! Truly satisfying!"

After running for a long time, a Stream appeared in front. Fang Yuan went forward, drank the spring water heartily, then took off his Jacket and bamboo hat, and set them ablaze.

Amidst the raging flames, a poem from his dream world inexplicably surfaced in his mind:

"Carrying twigs, crossing five thousand soldiers at night, the secret military symbols clearly command. Where narrow alleys meet short swords, killing like grass, unheard."

"This time, destroying the enemy in one blow, though not entirely silent, which is a pity, it has removed a great threat. It's truly satisfying!"