Your Aura Is Too Low

"Red Snake Gang, Chu Wufeng, requesting instruction!" the large man said slowly.

"Lu Ming." After Lu Ming spoke, he looked at the dark crowd surrounding him, their gazes either hostile or indifferent, and suddenly felt a trace of nervousness.

To be honest, this was his first time fighting a martial artist.

How should he fight?

He stared at Chu Wufeng, who was a few steps away, momentarily unsure how to begin.

Wei Jinlin hadn't taught him yet.

Just as Chu Wufeng suddenly stomped the ground and charged at him, a thought struck Lu Ming: got it, first see how Chu Wufeng fights.

Seeing Chu Wufeng throw a punch, seemingly real yet illusory, as if he could withdraw at any moment or turn it into a heavy blow.

Testing the waters with the first move? Lu Ming used the light-footed skill Grass Gliding to retreat.

Seeing this, a sharp gleam flashed in Chu Wufeng's eyes, and his legs suddenly sped up.

As he retreated, Lu Ming felt his own momentum subtly drop, while Chu Wufeng's momentum surged. Taking advantage of Lu Ming's backward motion, he suddenly kicked at his lower body.

He dodged one kick, but saw a flurry of leg shadows ahead. Chu Wufeng kicked wildly, his momentum completely overwhelming Lu Ming.

If you lose the initiative, can a martial artist of the same level suppress you?

In battle, momentum is crucial!

Momentum acts as a kind of buff. If someone with strong momentum boosts their combat power by ten percent, and someone with weak momentum loses ten percent, that's a twenty percent gap!

Lu Ming vaguely understood. He glanced out of the corner of his eye—this arena was well-made, with almost no dark pressure points, so he couldn't build momentum by striking them.

Then, he had no choice but to avoid the sharp edge.

With a thought, a strange force surged within Lu Ming.

Godly Movement!

As soon as this divine ability activated, Lu Ming felt the inertia on his body only grow stronger, never weaker.

"Just running away? Let's see how long you can last!"

Seeing Lu Ming constantly avoiding direct confrontation, always using light-footed skills to dodge back and forth, Chu Wufeng sneered coldly.

In the Red Snake Gang, he was the top disciple of his rank. His leg skills made his stamina exceptionally formidable.

Even if he attacked relentlessly and consumed a lot of physical strength, the enemy would definitely collapse first.

However, as the fight went on, he sensed something was wrong. His legs were already numb from kicking, so why hadn't Lu Ming fallen yet?

What's more, Lu Ming's speed hadn't dropped at all—in fact, it seemed to be gradually increasing.

Down below the arena, the crowd was also greatly surprised.

"Who is this person? He can actually contend with Chu Wufeng!"

"He seems to be someone the Li Family's third young lady brought. Could he have a chance? The Li Family's fortune isn't exhausted yet!"

"Didn't you notice? His light-footed skill is incredible! It feels different, as if he's completely in control, moving at will."

Inside a carriage on the street—ordinary on the outside but luxurious within—a middle-aged man with an unremarkable face but an extraordinary bearing had been resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the discussions outside, he opened his eyes, lifted the curtain, and glanced out.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, fixed on the white-clad youth on the arena.

"Stop the carriage!" the middle-aged man suddenly said.

On the arena.

Lu Ming relied on the inertia from Godly Movement to maintain his light-footed speed, while he himself, aside from controlling direction, exerted almost no effort. He was still at peak condition.

Seeing Chu Wufeng stare at him as if he'd seen a ghost, his attacks suddenly slowed.

Lu Ming's heart stirred—Chu Wufeng's momentum had finally weakened, while his own, fueled by inertia, only grew stronger.

Instinctively, Lu Ming sensed this was his chance to attack.

He held back no longer, stomped the ground, and ran a full circle around Chu Wufeng, letting the inertia ramp up wildly within him.

Feeling his blood boil and his inertia surge, a guess suddenly formed in Lu Ming's mind.

He moved with his intent, clenched his fist, and threw a punch at Chu Wufeng.

Seeing this, Chu Wufeng was stunned—Lu Ming seemed to be going all out! A cruel grin spread across his face. So he dared to compete in raw power.

His leg strength reached eight hundred jin, close to the thousand-jin base power of a Skin Refining master.

In the Red Snake Gang, no martial artist of the same rank dared to take one of his kicks head-on.

Seeing Lu Ming's punch coming, he didn't hesitate—he lashed out with a kick. Smack! The air seemed to crack from the force, showing the power of that leg.

Boom!

Fist met leg. Chu Wufeng's face suddenly flushed red, and he let out a pained cry as he staggered backward.

His standing foot trembled uncontrollably. Feeling the sharp pain radiating from his sole, he suspected his foot bone had cracked.

"How is this possible?" Chu Wufeng stared at Lu Ming in disbelief. 1,000 jin!

Lu Ming's strength had actually reached around 1,000 jin—this was the baseline power of a martial artist at the peak of Skin Refining.

Yet no one below had stopped the match, meaning Lu Ming truly hadn't reached that stage.

To possess strength rivaling a Skin Refining grandmaster while still in the Skin Refining Realm? Chu Wufeng couldn't believe it.

"You lost." Lu Ming glanced at Chu Wufeng, then swept his eyes over the stunned faces around him, feeling quite pleased inside.

Not because he had defeated Chu Wufeng, but because he had just tested out a property of Godly Movement: he could use inertia to amplify his strength!

His actual base strength was only 500 jin.

But when inertia built up on him to 1,000 jin, he could unleash that full force.

Of course, his fist was now a bit swollen and throbbing with pain. Exerting beyond his limits meant his body couldn't always handle it. Still, it was a decent trick.

He turned around, ready to leap off the arena.

Just then, he saw Li Youning below, her face pale as she cried out, "Brother Lu, watch out!"

Lu Ming spun around sharply. Behind him, Chu Wufeng's face twisted savagely, his throat bulging as if he had swallowed something. His blood and qi surged wildly, and a ferocious aura washed over Lu Ming.

"Die!" Chu Wufeng's eyes were bloodshot as he lunged at Lu Ming, the aura he emitted faintly reaching the level of a Skin Refining grandmaster.

"Blood Explosion Pill! He's insane—he actually took a Blood Explosion Pill!"

"The city's factions really want the Li Family dead. They even gave him that pill."

"At this range, that kid is finished!"

Lu Ming heard the gasps around him. Li Mingyuan's figure flickered as he tried to rush the arena, but it was too late.

Lu Ming watched Chu Wufeng charging at him, yet his face showed no panic. Instead, he frowned and said:

"I didn't plan to kill you... Why force my hand?"

"Haah!!" Chu Wufeng leaped into the air, kicking toward him.

In Lu Ming's eyes, the gray wind swirling around Chu Wufeng already foretold his end.

Just as Chu Wufeng's kick was about to strike his chest, Lu Ming's figure blurred. His speed was even faster than Chu Wufeng's, who had temporarily reached Skin Refining grandmaster, and he easily dodged the lethal strike.

"How is that possible?!" The sneer froze on Chu Wufeng's face.

Then, thud. A faint sound rang out. He looked down to see Lu Ming's finger pressed against his chest.

A wave of overwhelming terror twisted Chu Wufeng's expression, but he could no longer speak. The moment Lu Ming's finger lightly touched him, his heart had already been reduced to powder.

Divine Ability, Point Kill!

"Even if you break through to Skin Refining grandmaster, your aura is still too weak. Fake is fake after all." Lu Ming said calmly, withdrawing his hand.

The inertia accumulated by Godly Movement was also a kind of momentum. Since he hadn't dismissed Godly Movement yet, his aura naturally surged, stronger than Chu Wufeng's.

Thump! Chu Wufeng collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Below the arena, Li Mingyuan stopped abruptly, looking at Lu Ming with a mix of shock and joy.

He had thought he wouldn't make it in time to save Lu Ming, and had been ready to risk breaking the rules to do so.

But he never expected that even with the Blood Explosion Pill briefly pushing Chu Wufeng to Skin Refining grandmaster, Lu Ming had still killed him with a single finger strike.

Lu Ming's greatest trump card turned out to be his finger technique.

The crowd below stared blankly at this outcome.

"He won! Lu Ming actually won! That means the Li Family's arena challenge is victorious!"

"Two wins out of three, indeed a victory! The Li Family Bank hasn't fallen yet."

Amid the stunned silence, a voice suddenly spoke:

"Who is that? Looks like... some big shot from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion."

Heavenly Secret Pavilion!

The moment those three words were spoken, as if carrying some kind of magic, everyone's gaze turned to the man walking beside a carriage on the road, slowly approaching the arena.

He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary face, but he carried an air of natural authority.

"Pavilion Master Qin!" Li Mingyuan's pupils contracted at the sight of him. He quickly hurried over to greet him, his tone carrying a hint of flattered surprise.