Your Momentum Is Too Low

"Red Snake Gang, Chu Wufeng. Please enlighten me!" the burly man said slowly.

"Lu Ming." After introducing himself, Lu Ming looked at the dark mass of people around him. Their gazes ranged from hostile to indifferent, and he suddenly felt a trace of nervousness.

Come to think of it, this was his first time fighting a martial artist.

How was he supposed to fight?

He stared at Chu Wufeng several steps away, not knowing how to begin for a moment.

Wei Jinlin had not taught him yet.

Just as Chu Wufeng suddenly stomped the ground and charged at him, Lu Ming's heart stirred. He had it—he would first see how Chu Wufeng fought.

Seeing Chu Wufeng throw a punch that seemed both real and illusory, as though he could withdraw it at any moment or turn it into a heavy blow, Lu Ming focused.

Testing him with the first move? Lu Ming used the lightness skill Grass Gliding to retreat.

A glint flashed through Chu Wufeng's eyes at the sight, and his legs suddenly accelerated.

As Lu Ming retreated, he felt his momentum faintly weakening, while Chu Wufeng's momentum surged. Taking advantage of his retreat, Chu Wufeng abruptly swept a kick at his lower body.

Lu Ming dodged one kick, only to see layers upon layers of leg shadows before him. Chu Wufeng lashed out wildly with his legs, his momentum already completely overwhelming Lu Ming's.

Once the initiative was lost, could martial artists of the same level suppress their opponents?

Momentum was very important in battle!

Momentum was like a kind of buff. If the one with stronger momentum gained ten percent combat power while the one with weaker momentum lost ten percent, that was a twenty-percent gap!

Lu Ming vaguely understood. He glanced around from the corner of his eye. This arena had been built quite well; there were surprisingly few Black Leak Points, so he could not accumulate momentum by striking acupoints.

Then he could only avoid the edge of the blade for now.

With a thought from Lu Ming, an inexplicable force surged from within his body.

Godly Movement!

Once this divine ability was activated, Lu Ming felt the momentum of inertia on his body becoming stronger but never weaker.

"Are you going to keep running? Let's see how long you can last!"

Seeing that Lu Ming refused to confront him head-on and only kept using lightness skills to evade back and forth, Chu Wufeng gave a faint sneer.

Within the Red Snake Gang, he was the strongest disciple of his rank. His leg techniques had given him exceptionally formidable endurance.

Even if he launched a ferocious assault from start to finish and expended a great deal of stamina, his enemy would definitely collapse before he did.

Yet as they fought on, he realized something was wrong. His legs had already gone numb from kicking—why had Lu Ming not fallen yet?

Moreover, Lu Ming's speed had not diminished in the slightest. If anything, it seemed to be getting faster and faster.

The people below the arena were also greatly shocked.

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

"He seems to be someone the Li Family's Third Miss brought here. Could he really have a chance of winning? The Li Family's luck has not yet run dry!"

"Didn't you notice? His lightness skill is incredibly strong! It feels different somehow, as though he moves entirely as he wishes and has complete control over everything."

On the street stood an ordinary-looking carriage with a luxurious interior. Inside, a plain-looking yet extraordinary middle-aged man had originally been resting with his eyes closed.

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

At once, his gaze sharpened as he stared fixedly at the white-robed youth on the arena.

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

On the arena.

Using the inertia from Godly Movement, Lu Ming continuously maintained his speed with his lightness skill. Aside from controlling his direction, he had used almost no strength at all, and he remained at his peak condition.

Seeing Chu Wufeng stare at him as though he had seen a ghost, his attack suddenly slowing, Lu Ming's heart stirred.

Chu Wufeng's momentum had finally weakened, while Lu Ming's momentum, bolstered by inertia, did not decrease but instead grew stronger.

Lu Ming instinctively sensed that this was his chance to attack.

He stopped holding back and fiercely stomped the ground, circling Chu Wufeng once and letting the inertia on his body soar wildly without restraint.

Feeling his blood and qi boil throughout his body and the inertia surge explosively, a conjecture suddenly arose in Lu Ming's mind.

Moving as his heart desired, he clenched his fist and punched at Chu Wufeng.

Chu Wufeng froze. Lu Ming was actually attacking with full force! A savage smile immediately appeared on his face. Lu Ming actually dared to compete with him in strength.

The force in his legs had reached eight hundred jin, close to the thousand-jin foundational strength of a Skin Refining Realm martial artist at Major Completion.

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

Seeing Lu Ming's fist coming, he did not hesitate to whip out a kick. Pa! Even the air faintly rang from the strike, showing the might of that kick.

Bang!

As fist and leg collided, Chu Wufeng's face suddenly flushed red. He screamed miserably and staggered backward.

The foot planted on the ground trembled without pause. Feeling the piercing pain from his sole, he began to suspect that the bones in his foot had cracked.

"How is that possible?" Chu Wufeng stared at Lu Ming in disbelief. One thousand jin!

Lu Ming's strength had actually reached around one thousand jin—the foundational strength of a Skin Refining Realm martial artist at Major Completion.

Yet no one below had stopped the match. In other words, Lu Ming had indeed not reached Major Completion.

While only in the Skin Refining Realm, he possessed strength comparable to someone at Skin Refining Major Completion? Chu Wufeng could not believe it.

"You lost," Lu Ming said to Chu Wufeng. Looking at the shock on the faces around him, he was also quite delighted.

It was not because he had defeated Chu Wufeng, but because he had just tested a trait of Godly Movement: he could use inertia to enhance his own strength!

His actual physical strength was only five hundred jin right now.

But if the inertia accumulated on his body reached one thousand jin, then he could unleash one thousand jin of force.

Of course, his fist was somewhat red and swollen now, and it faintly ached. His body might not be able to withstand such extraordinary bursts of strength. Still, it was a decent method.

He turned around, about to leap down from the arena.

Then he saw Li Youning below, her lovely face drained of color as she cried out, "Junior Brother Lu, watch out!"

Lu Ming abruptly turned his head. Behind him, Chu Wufeng wore a ferocious expression, his throat moving as though he had swallowed something. His blood and qi turned violent, and a savage aura rushed toward Lu Ming.

"Die!" Chu Wufeng's eyes were bloodshot as he lunged fiercely at Lu Ming. The momentum emanating from his body had actually faintly reached the level of Skin Refining Major Completion.

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

"The forces in the city truly want the Li Family dead! They even gave him this kind of pill."

"At such close range, that kid is finished!"

Lu Ming heard shocked cries from all around. Li Mingyuan's figure flashed as he rushed toward the arena, but it was already too late.

Lu Ming looked at Chu Wufeng charging at him. Instead of panicking, he frowned and said:

"I never intended to kill you... Why did you force me to?"

"Hah!!" Chu Wufeng suddenly leaped into the air and kicked toward him.

Yet in Lu Ming's eyes, the gray wind swirling around Chu Wufeng foretold his ending.

Just as Chu Wufeng was about to kick Lu Ming in the chest, Lu Ming's figure flickered. He was actually faster than Chu Wufeng, whose strength had temporarily reached Skin Refining Major Completion, and instantly evaded that fatal kick.

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

Then, tock! A faint sound rang out. Looking down, he saw Lu Ming's joined fingers pressed against his chest.

An immense terror twisted Chu Wufeng's face nearly beyond recognition, yet he could no longer speak. The instant Lu Ming lightly touched him, his heart had already been reduced to powder.

Divine ability, Point Kill!

"Even if you break through to Skin Refining Major Completion, your momentum is still too low. A fake will always be a fake," Lu Ming said calmly, withdrawing his hand.

The inertia accumulated by Godly Movement was also a kind of momentum. He had not yet deactivated Godly Movement, so naturally his momentum soared like a rainbow, stronger than Chu Wufeng's.

Thud! Chu Wufeng collapsed to the ground, no longer breathing.

Below the arena, Li Mingyuan abruptly stopped, looking at Lu Ming in shock and delight.

He had originally thought he would not be able to save Lu Ming. Even if he had to risk breaking the rules, he would still have rushed in to save him.

Yet he had not expected that Chu Wufeng, despite temporarily breaking through to Skin Refining Major Completion with the Blood Explosion Pill, would still be killed by Lu Ming with a single finger strike.

Lu Ming's greatest trump card was actually a finger technique.

Seeing this outcome, the crowd below the arena fell into a daze.

"He won! Lu Ming actually won! That means the Li Family won the arena battle!"

"Two wins in three matches—they did win! Li Family Bank has not reached its final curtain yet."

Amid the shocked uproar, a voice suddenly said:

"Who is that? Why does he look like... some important figure from the Heavenly Secret Pavilion?"

Heavenly Secret Pavilion!

The moment those three words were spoken, as though they possessed some kind of magic, everyone turned to look at the person walking from the roadside carriage toward the arena.

He was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, yet he possessed an innate air of authority that inspired awe without anger.

"Pavilion Master Qin!" Li Mingyuan's pupils shrank sharply upon seeing him. He hurried forward and called out, carrying an air of flattered surprise.