Cotton Palm

Behind the group stood a haughty-looking man, sneering with disdain. He was Ouyang Xing, Sect Master of the Luoshan Sect!

Ouyang Xing did not know Wang Shan. Though he could tell the other man was no ordinary person and likely had some reputation in the Jianghu, he had no intention of stopping this!

Ouyang Xing thought highly of himself and did not believe Zhang Yunhao could possibly be his match. Moreover, what Zhang Yunhao had said earlier had made him furious, and the consequences would be severe!

Seeing the five men attack, Zhang Yunhao gave a scornful sneer. They did not even know how to coordinate; it was nothing but a street brawl. What use was having more people?

Those who knew how to coordinate would strike at the same time, leaving their opponent unable to defend. Those who did not coordinate, however, fought separately, creating gaps in timing. That was exactly what was happening now, making them easy to deal with.

Zhang Yunhao casually threw a punch, colliding fiercely with a burly man's fist. The man immediately screamed and flew backward. Zhang Yunhao then dodged the attacks of the other two, rushed forward in a single step, and smashed his fist into one man's cheek, sending his teeth flying out with blood.

Then, with a powerful whip kick, Zhang Yunhao swept another man straight to the ground. At the same time, he spun around and unleashed another whip kick. Though the last burly man raised a defense, he was still sent flying and could not get back up for a long while.

From beginning to end, Zhang Yunhao remained relaxed to the extreme, not feeling surrounded at all. Only the burly man who had spoken first remained. Watching Zhang Yunhao so ferociously knock down the other four, he immediately panicked.

"Y-you... don't come any closer! Master, save me!"

As the burly man backed away, he shouted in a trembling voice. Seeing Zhang Yunhao easily defeat four of his prized disciples, Ouyang Xing frowned and shouted, "Stop."

How could Zhang Yunhao possibly listen? He grabbed the burly man by the head and slammed him into the wall. With a bang, the man's vision went black, and he collapsed at once. A long streak of blood was smeared across the wall.

"You... I said stop. Didn't you hear me?"

Ouyang Xing was furious. Zhang Yunhao actually dared to show him so little respect. Did he know who he was?

Zhang Yunhao said disdainfully, "Who do you think you are? You say stop, and I have to stop?"

"Good, good, good. It seems I, Ouyang Xing, have gone too long without making a move. Now everyone thinks I'm easy to bully."

Ouyang Xing laughed in rage, saying "good" three times in a row. He strode forward, intending to deal with Zhang Yunhao personally.

"Master, go! Beat this arrogant bastard to death! He actually dared oppose Master—he must be tired of living!"

Ouyang Xing's disciples all shouted encouragement, looking at Zhang Yunhao as if he were already dead. His skills might be decent, but how could he possibly be their master's match?

Not only did the disciples think so, even the cannon fodder dragged here to scout the way shook their heads. Ouyang Xing was a renowned expert whose might shook the region. This man was as good as dead.

Some even sneered inwardly, What a fool who doesn't know life from death. If he had obediently scouted the way like us, he might still have had a chance to live.

"Make your move. I'll leave you an intact corpse."

Ouyang Xing spoke loftily and arrogantly. Zhang Yunhao gave a disdainful smile, beckoned with one hand, and said, "Don't worry. I won't even leave you an intact corpse."

"Courting death!"

Ouyang Xing flew into a rage and suddenly erupted. Like a sharp arrow loosed from the bowstring, he appeared before Zhang Yunhao, his palm roaring through the air as it slammed fiercely toward Zhang Yunhao's chest.

Zhang Yunhao raised an arm to block, his body not moving an inch. At the same time, his left hand formed a crane shape and shot toward Ouyang Xing like lightning.

This guy actually blocked my punch?

Ouyang Xing was startled and hurriedly dodged. Then a broad and forceful series of Mountain-Splitting Palms struck toward Zhang Yunhao in succession, every palm detonating the air.

But Zhang Yunhao did not yield in the slightest. He met him with Leopard Fist, the Beast Fist style with the greatest explosive power, exchanging several hard blows with Ouyang Xing without falling behind at all.

Ouyang Xing grew even more astonished. Who was this man, to possess such strength?

Such strength at such a young age, along with that attire... could he be Wang Shan, the Lone Iron Fist? But his martial arts don't seem right. This is the stance of Beast Fist!

While Ouyang Xing secretly speculated, his disciples were all dumbfounded. "How can this be? Master was actually blocked?"

"Master must have held back because he pitied how difficult his cultivation has been."

Someone hurriedly said this, and everyone nodded in agreement. It had to be so; otherwise, how could that man possibly withstand their master's attacks?

Zhang Yunhao sneered when he heard this. "Held back? Sect Master Ouyang, no need to be polite. I'd like to see just how you plan to beat me to death."

"Courting death!"

Ouyang Xing could not quite save face. At last, he used his signature skill. His once-ferocious palm technique abruptly became soft and yielding, seemingly devoid of all strength as it drifted lightly toward Zhang Yunhao.

Is this the Luoshan Cotton Palm Ouyang Xing excels at?

Zhang Yunhao's eyes flashed. As the saying went, fists struck the surface while palms reached the depths: injuries from fists lay outside, but injuries from palms lay within. This Cotton Palm appeared weak, yet was in fact sinister and vicious.

But Zhang Yunhao was not afraid. He shifted into Tiger Form Fist and clawed at Ouyang Xing's palms. Ouyang Xing's hands changed in an unbroken flow, shifting left and right, impossible to grasp or predict. They were also extremely fast, seeking to strike directly at Zhang Yunhao's chest.

Zhang Yunhao would not let Ouyang Xing hit him. Tiger Form Fist and Leopard Fist shifted between one another in rapid succession as he pressed forward at every step, leaving Ouyang Xing no chance to attack him and instead forcing him into defense.

Ouyang Xing snorted coldly at the sight and simply directed his Cotton Palm toward Zhang Yunhao's fist.

Snake Fist!

Zhang Yunhao sneered inwardly. His fist abruptly changed from fierce and powerful to limp and weak, silently colliding with Ouyang Xing's Cotton Palm.

Then two equally cold forces surged into each other's arms. Zhang Yunhao had been prepared; his muscles trembled, dissolving the yielding force!

But Ouyang Xing had not expected Zhang Yunhao to understand yielding force as well. Caught off guard, a burst of force exploded inside his palm. A wave of agonizing pain struck him, slowing his movements by the slightest bit—and that slightest bit became fatal.

Seizing that opening, Zhang Yunhao launched a barrage of attacks with Leopard Fist, the style with the greatest explosive power. Ouyang Xing could not dodge and could only block head-on. Yet his strength was far inferior to Zhang Yunhao's, so he was beaten back one-sidedly, utterly unable to retaliate.

Before long, Ouyang Xing could no longer hold out. Zhang Yunhao seized both his hands and shook them fiercely, dislocating both arms at once and stripping him of his ability to fight. This was Snake Fist's Snake-Shaking Force.

"Master!"

The disciples had never expected Ouyang Xing to lose. Their faces changed dramatically as they rushed forward to rescue him. Zhang Yunhao laughed heartily and moved like a whirlwind. Amid waves of screams, they were soon all knocked to the ground, wailing in pain.

Of course, Zhang Yunhao had held back. Otherwise, with his strength, either his fists or kicks could easily have killed them!

The Body Tempering Realm was purely physical cultivation. Its battles were exceedingly brutal, with life and death decided at the slightest move!