Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng fought to their hearts' content, unaware that evening had fallen.
Both were panting by then, but neither would show weakness first. They gritted their teeth and kept trading punches and palm strikes, sending gusts of force through the air.
Only after a long while did they stop!
One praised the other: "Old Beggar, your martial arts are formidable."
The other replied, "Stinking Toad, you're no slouch yourself."
The night passed. Early the next morning, Wu Xuantian was meditating when a gust of force woke him. He sprang up to find Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng wielding sticks and fighting again.
Ouyang Feng's Serpent Staff Technique was renowned throughout the world. Though he held only an ordinary wooden stick now, its power was not to be underestimated.
Hong Qigong had once led the Beggars' Sect and was naturally accomplished with a staff. He seldom used the sect's Supreme Treasure, the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, but he knew plenty of other exquisite staff techniques. He brought them out one by one, fighting with a ferocity that matched Ouyang Feng's.
They fought by day and slept by night for four days straight. Neither the Northern Beggar nor the Western Venom could gain even half a move's advantage, yet still they would not stop.
On the fifth day, Hong Qigong thought, The old venomous bastard really is something. If I want to beat him, I'll have to use the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.
An hour passed in a blink. Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng drove their internal energy to its limits, white mist steaming from both their heads. They still had strength left, but if they kept fighting, they would surely kill each other.
Boom...
Wu Xuantian burst out of the ice sculpture, startling Ouyang Feng and Hong Qigong.
A surge