A Twist of Fate

"You!" Zuo Lengchan was furious and humiliated. Not only did the Shaolin disciples behind him wear strange expressions, but even many of the Songshan disciples he had brought along were clearly struggling not to laugh.

With Song Qingshu's interruption, Zuo Lengchan's offensive came to an abrupt halt. When masters exchanged blows, the difference could be decided in an instant. Seizing this brief respite, Ren Woxing took a deep breath. His internal breath flowed freely, and his spirits immediately surged. With three loud bangs, he unleashed three palm strikes in succession. Zuo Lengchan exerted himself to deflect them, secretly alarmed. This old man has not been seen for over ten years, yet his skill has greatly surpassed what it was before. If I want to defeat him today, I must go all out.

More than ten years ago, the two had fought atop the Fengshan Terrace. Back then, Ren Woxing had nearly killed his opponent beneath his palms, but the clashing true qi within his body had erupted, causing him to fall short at the crucial moment. To outsiders, that battle had ended in a draw, but only the two of them knew what had truly happened. Over the past decade or so, Zuo Lengchan had devoted himself heart and soul to devising a way to counter Ren Woxing's Star-Sucking Technique, hoping to wipe away his former humiliation. Ren Woxing, meanwhile, had never let go of that battle's result and had always wanted to thoroughly defeat his opponent before the eyes of the world.

Their second meeting now took place before the foremost figures of the martial world, where they would decide who was superior. Both attached immense importance to victory and defeat, unlike the comparatively peaceful exchange between Ren Woxing and Master Fangzheng earlier. Ren Woxing opened with killing moves,