Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 202. A Life-or-Death Duel Before Zixiao Palace: The Heroes of Xiongying Behead the Fierce Generals of Jingmen

Winter, like a ruthless overlord, wreaks havoc on this vast land with its supreme majesty.

The howling wind was like a pack of starving, ferocious wolves, roaring and howling wildly outside the inn. The sound seemed to shatter the sky, as if it would uproot the inn and sweep everything into endless darkness and cold.

The gloomy sky hung like a huge, heavy lead plate overhead, making the already bitterly cold winter day even more oppressive and gloomy, with the world shrouded in an inescapable haze.

The snow on the ground was whipped up by the fierce wind, creating a misty fog. The earth trembled in the biting cold, unable to endure the cruel torment.

Supported by Shan Zhi's dense and sharp plum blossom darts, Xiang Kun's fighting spirit burned fiercely, his whole being like a blazing fire, overflowing with passion. Every swing of his iron flute brought a whistling sound, as if playing a stirring battle song.

At this moment, he unleashed the "Thousand Illusions of Flute Shadows" technique. The shadows of iron flutes overlapped in the air, densely packed, as if countless iron flutes were simultaneously and swiftly stabbing towards Dugu Hong.

Xiang Kun's eyes widened, and he roared, "Dugu Hong, let's see how arrogant you are today! Humph!" His voice was like a resounding bell, echoing in the cold air and making people's eardrums ache.

Dugu Hong's face was solemn and frosty. The long sword in her hand danced rapidly, like a nimble silver snake, as she unleashed the move "Famous Sword Protects the Flower".

The blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light, drawing graceful yet deadly arcs in the air, precisely deflecting Xiang Kun's attacks one by one.

However, with Xiang Kun and Shan Zhi working together seamlessly, Dugu Hong gradually became overwhelmed and flustered. Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, which instantly froze into ice beads in the frigid weather, resembling sparkling gems, but unable to conceal his disheveled state.

On the other side, Lan Xiaodie's Azure Phosphorus Sword was like a wildly dancing venomous snake, constantly being swung around.

The green poisonous fog grew increasingly dense, resembling a green ocean of death, and under the relentless influence of the cold wind, it surged toward Miao Menlong, threatening to engulf him.

Miao Menlong felt his breathing becoming increasingly difficult, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making him extremely irritable. He inwardly groaned, "This witch's poisonous mist is just too powerful!" While enduring the discomfort in his body, he quickly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, trying to stop Lan Xiaodie's fierce and deadly attack with the arrow in his hand.

However, the poisonous fog, like a thick curtain, severely impaired his vision, causing the arrows to deviate from their trajectory and fail to hit their targets accurately.

Just then, Shi Feiyang finished collecting the mountain of money and food piled up in the backyard and entered the inn with an elegant posture, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, which fluttered in the wind, making him appear even more upright and imposing.

His face was like a finely carved jade, with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and slightly upturned lips, carrying a confident and domineering smile. His deep eyes were like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, radiating a light that was impossible to look directly at.

Lan Xiaodie was completely focused on confronting Miao Menlong when she caught a glimpse of Shi Feiyang out of the corner of her eye. A sudden shock shot through her, as if struck by a heavy hammer. In an instant, her face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

She thought to herself, "How could this jinx appear here!" Fear, resentment, and other complex emotions surged wildly within her, like a raging sea, almost drowning her.

Without a second thought, she swiftly turned, as light as a wisp of smoke, and hurriedly fled out of the inn, disappearing instantly into the icy snow, leaving only a trail of frantic footprints.

Shi Feiyang's eyes were sharp and penetrating, as if he could see through everything, and he immediately saw Miao Menlong's predicament.

He immediately shouted, "Brother Miao, hurry up and take all the pills!" His voice was full of concern for Miao Menlong.

Upon hearing this, Miao Menlong hurriedly reached into his robes, quickly pulled out the pills, and swallowed them all at once, his eyes filled with a longing for life.

Shi Feiyang slowly drew the Frost Blade, its blade gleaming with a cold and captivating light, adding a chilling aura to the winter landscape.

He exuded a powerful aura, as if he were the only one worthy of respect in the world. "Today, no one will leave alive!" Shi Feiyang roared, his voice carrying a domineering power that shook the very soul, deciding the fate of the bandits.

Seeing Shi Feiyang charging towards him menacingly, Dugu Hong felt somewhat apprehensive, but as the young master of Mingjian Manor, she feigned composure and coldly snorted, "Shi Feiyang, don't be arrogant! Mingjian Manor has a profound foundation and is not to be trifled with. If you know what's good for you, retreat now, or you'll surely die a horrible death!"

Shi Feiyang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile that seemed to see through everything: "Hmph, you're about to die, and you still dare to be stubborn!" With that, he unleashed the "Three Poison-Breaking Moves" of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique" and pounced on Dugu Hong.

No matter who you are, if you dare to oppose the Xiong Ying Society, you're doomed.

The first move, "Qingnang Three Forms," ​​is a masterful fusion of the movements from Hua Tuo's Five Animal Frolics with the Hundred Victories Knife Technique, achieved in a state of perfect harmony between man and nature. When he strikes with his knife, sometimes he moves like a tiger pouncing on its prey, with overwhelming momentum and unparalleled force, as if capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks; at other times, he moves like a nimble deer leaping about, his movements light and agile, his blade fluid and unpredictable, making him impossible to defend against.

With a swift turn, his blade moved with him, swift and powerful. The flashing blade seemed to depict a majestic tiger roaring or a nimble deer leaping about, dazzling the eyes of onlookers.

The second move, "Seven Fiends Burning Heart Slash," flashes with a strange black flame, as if seven fiends have descended upon the world, exuding an endless aura of terror that burns the heart and corrodes the bones.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang shouted, and the Heavenly Frost Blade drew a black arc in the air. The black flames instantly surged, like a black dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards Dugu Hong. The golden light instantly enveloped Dugu Hong, who felt as if her body was bound by countless golden threads, unable to move, and her heart was filled with fear and despair.

With a "thud," the Heavenly Frost Blade pierced through Dugu Hong's body. His eyes widened, his face filled with terror and resentment, as he crashed heavily into a pool of blood, ending his sinful life.

Having dealt with Dugu Hong, Shi Feiyang's gaze was as cold as frost, like the water of a thousand-year-old icy pool, as he surveyed the Beggar Clan disciples, Five Poisons Sect members, and swordsmen from Famous Sword Manor who were drunk and passed out in the inn.

"None of these villains will be spared today!" Shi Feiyang said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion.

He wielded the Frostblade in his hand rapidly, its cold light flashing like the scythe of death, instantly beheading all of them.

Inside the inn, a scene of carnage unfolded. In the frigid weather, the blood quickly froze into ice, telling the story of the brutal and horrific battle, a sight to behold. The biting wind, like a herd of wild horses, howled and rampaged across the land, mercilessly whipping up layers of snow on the snow-covered ground outside the inn, resembling a surging white ocean.

At this moment, Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" master; Lie Quan, the "Qiankun Blade" master; Xiao Lingling, the "Mandarin Duck Blade" master; Jin Liufu, the "Water Dragon" master; Lu Dechu, the "Round Bucket" master; Jiang Huotian, the "Bamboo Pole" master; Gongsun Ren, the "Centipede" master; Yang Feng, the "Blue-Faced Beast" master; and others, led the disciples of the Xiong Ying Society, hurrying along to escort the four Madam Shi women, Yi Li, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Qi Meizhen, to their destination.

In this icy and snowy landscape, they rushed towards the inn like a resilient torrent of steel.

As soon as the group arrived in front of the inn, they saw that Shi Feiyang and the others were safe and sound and had won a great victory.

In an instant, cheers surged like a tidal wave, breaking through the ear-piercing roar of the cold wind.

Liao Pei's face flushed red, and he was as excited as a lion about to erupt. He waved his thick arms and shouted at the top of his lungs, "The Grand Master is mighty! He has beaten these bastards to a pulp again! Our Xiong Ying Society is the pillar of the martial arts world, and no one can shake it easily!"

Lie Quan gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with both hands, his face beaming with pride like a flower blooming in spring. He shouted in unison, "That's right! With the Grand Master, we are invincible! Today's battle will show those petty villains the might of the Xiong Ying Society. From now on, they'll have to steer clear of us!" The disciples were also infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere and joined in the shouts. Their voices echoed through the icy snow, as if they were about to shatter the cold air.

The four ladies, Yi Li, Gong Simeng, Bai Zhi, and Qi Meizhen, had eyes full of worry and concern, just like stars in the night sky filled with gloom.

Seeing that Shi Feiyang was unharmed, his eyes instantly brightened, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Ellie moved lightly and gracefully, quickly walking to Shi Feiyang's side. Like a little bird returning to its nest, she tightly grasped his arm, her voice trembling slightly, full of affection, and said, "Husband, you are finally safe and sound. I was so worried about you just now, my heart was in my throat."

Gong Simeng also hurriedly stepped forward, her eyes slightly red, like flower petals touched by frost, and said with anxiety and heartache, "Yes, husband, every time you go out to fight those villains, our hearts are like hanging on the edge of a cliff, never at peace for a moment."

Bai Zhi looked at Shi Feiyang tenderly, her eyes filled with gentle affection, and said softly, "Husband, you must be more careful in the future. We look forward to your safe return day and night. If anything happens to you, how will we live?"

Qi Meizhen gently brushed the snowflakes off Shi Feiyang's shoulder, her movements as tender as if she were protecting the most precious treasure in the world. She said firmly, "Husband, no matter what difficulties or dangers we encounter, we will stand by your side, through life and death, and never leave you."

The disciples of the Xiong Ying Society quickly sprang into action and began cleaning up the battlefield.

They moved with the agility of monkeys, quickly gathering up the scattered weapons, arrows, and various hidden weapons, exchanging words with each other from time to time.

"Hey, look at this knife! It's incredibly sharp. Take it back and it'll definitely come in handy in your future adventures in the martial world!" A disciple said, holding up a captured knife with excitement in his eyes.

Another disciple picked up a few arrows and nodded vigorously in response: "That's right, these arrows are all good stuff, we can't waste them."

After everything was tidied up, Shi Feiyang waved his hand with a bold and imposing air and ordered, "Burn this inn along with those corpses, and we'll set off back to Jiangnan!"

As the raging fire blazed and its flames soared into the sky, illuminating the faces of the crowd, they embarked on their journey home, filled with the joy of victory. Their firm and powerful footprints, left in the icy snow, testify to their bravery and fearlessness.

The ruins of Zixiao Palace resemble an ancient battlefield forgotten by time. The broken walls stand lonely in the biting cold wind, and each mottled stone is like a silent witness to history, whispering about the past glory and honor.

With utmost caution, Shi Feiyang and the other heroes cautiously stepped into this mysterious and dangerous ruin.

The cold wind was like sharp blades, cutting into everyone's faces, stinging painfully. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the wind whistling in their ears, as if chanting an ancient and mysterious ballad.

Suddenly, a melodious yet chilling melody, like an invisible undercurrent, quietly emerged from all directions.

The music seemed to possess a bewitching power, sending a chill down one's spine.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people dressed in Taoist robes, like ghosts quietly crawling out of the deepest hell, appeared without warning in various dark corners.

Their movements were silent, like ghosts flitting through the darkness, yet their speed was as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, they quickly gathered together, forming a seemingly natural Tai Chi sword formation, as if it had existed since the beginning of time.

Within the sword formation, the aura flowed as if alive, as if countless invisible hands were intertwining and pulling in the air, containing a mysterious and terrifyingly powerful force capable of engulfing and crushing everything in the world.

However, Shi Feiyang's gaze was like that of a sharp eagle in the cold night. With just one glance, he keenly perceived that this seemingly perfect Tai Chi sword formation, which contained the ultimate principles of Taoism, was like a venomous snake hidden in the dark, concealing the deadly and strange killing intent of the Japanese Iaijutsu.

He was secretly on guard, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and whispered to the heroes beside him, "Be careful, everyone. This sword formation may seem like orthodox Taoist magic, but it actually contains deadly moves from Japan. It is definitely not a benevolent force."

The heroes nodded in agreement, gripped their weapons tightly, and stood ready for battle.

In an instant, the tense atmosphere, like a surging, overwhelming tide, spread with overwhelming force, as if an invisible giant hand was tightly gripping everyone's throat, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze instantly by this terrifying tension, becoming thick and stagnant. Every breath felt like breaking through a thick barrier, extremely difficult. Just as everyone was on high alert, their nerves taut like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to snap at the slightest mistake, a weathered stone tablet engraved with ancient runes in the sword formation suddenly and unexpectedly exploded.

"Boom!" A deafening roar, like a desperate scream as the heavens and earth collapsed and the universe turned upside down, or like a thunderclap from a flat ground, echoed and reverberated over the ruins with a destructive force.

Countless pebbles, like demons driven by the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, hurtled towards the crowd with a sharp, piercing whistle that seemed to pierce the soul, flying at an almost insane, astonishing speed.

The pebbles traced sharp, deadly arcs through the air, tearing apart the fragile air—as thin as a cicada's wing—with a chilling, bone-chilling hiss. Even space itself seemed unable to withstand such a powerful and terrifying impact, ripples spreading across its surface. Shi Feiyang reacted with lightning speed, like a streak of light piercing the dark night sky. In a flash, he rapidly activated his Bright Jade Technique. In an instant, a warm, radiant jade-like halo enveloped his body.
The halo resembled the shimmering light on a lake under the warm spring sun, gentle yet exuding an innate, awe-inspiring majesty and holiness. At this moment, he was like a jade-faced war god descended to earth to dispel darkness and evil.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the four ladies, Yi Li, Bai Zhi, Gong Simeng, and Qi Meizhen, who were not far away. A trace of worry and concern flashed in his eyes. He shouted loudly, "Ladies, take good care of yourselves!"

Under the jade-colored halo, the Heavenly Frost Blade in his hand appeared even more cold and imposing, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, like a frozen pool that had been sealed for a thousand years, concealing endless coldness. He flicked his wrist rapidly, the Heavenly Frost Blade dancing quickly, its shadows overlapping and weaving in the air into an impenetrable defensive net, blocking the incoming pebbles one by one.

In an instant, the clanging and banging of objects filled the air, like a stirring and heroic battle song playing on this perilous and hellish ground.

Witnessing this breathtaking and perilous moment, Lie Quan, wielding the "Qiankun Blade," felt as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind, and a flash of inspiration instantly appeared.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently like a volcano about to erupt, his hands gripping the Qiankun Blade tightly like iron pincers. The cold, eerie light emanating from the blade grew even stronger, as if greedily accumulating boundless power. Suddenly, he roared, his voice booming like a bell, unleashing the exquisite and ingenious "Qiankun Borrowing Force Technique," a skill that cleverly uses the opponent's force against them.

His figure was like a black whirlwind, suddenly turning around. His sword moved with him, and the sword energy spread everywhere. Wherever he passed, the surrounding space seemed to be cut into countless fragments by the sharp blade.

"Brothers, don't be afraid! Follow the Grand Master, and we'll slaughter them all!" Lie Quan shouted as he brandished the Qiankun Blade.

As the pebbles rained down like a torrential downpour, he skillfully used the unique curve of the blade and his own powerful strength to guide and change the direction of the incoming pebbles, thanks to his precise control of power and excellent timing.

Amplified by the sword energy, the rubble resembled a flock of Angry Birds, utterly enraged and irrational, carrying unprecedented power and piercing through the bodies of several enemy bandits in an instant with a more ferocious and chilling force.

The enemy soldiers groaned, their voices filled with pain and resentment. Their bodies flew backward uncontrollably like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily to the ground and creating shallow craters in the hard surface, raising a cloud of dust.

"Elder Lie, well done! Keep killing!" Liao Pei, the "Tongbei Fist" expert, shouted his approval as he swung his arms, using the Tongbei Fist to defend against the enemy's attacks. Under Lie Quan's fierce and unexpected counterattack, the seemingly indestructible pseudo-Tai Chi sword formation, which had been like an impregnable fortress, crumbled instantly like a sandcastle blown away by a gale.

The enemy bandits' formation was thrown into chaos. Their eyes were filled with fear and panic. Like startled birds, they fled in all directions, but they didn't know where to go. The scene was chaotic.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Shi Feiyang looked towards the four ladies again. Seeing that they were temporarily safe, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and continued to fight. He wielded the Frost Blade in his hand with even greater ferocity, and wherever it went, the enemy and bandits fell one after another.

At this moment, Zhao Shangzhi, the leader of the Jingmen Gang known as "Black Wind Sword," was like a wolf that had been lurking in the abyss of darkness for countless years, waiting to unleash its power. The instant the sword formation shattered, he leaped high from within it, like a demon being released.

His figure was agile and swift, so fast that it resembled a black lightning bolt tearing through the void, bringing with it a sharp whistling sound. Even the air was forcibly torn apart by his figure, making a hissing sound.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit that seemed to blend into the endless night, not only perfectly conforming to his figure but also giving him a mysterious and sinister aura, making him the embodiment of darkness.

His face was ashen, like the oppressive, suffocating sky before a storm. Thick, dark clouds seemed to roll across his face. He gripped a longsword that emitted a deep, black light. On the blade, black energy surged and churned wildly, like a group of living, malevolent spirits, burning like black flames and hissing continuously, as if venting endless resentment and killing intent, as if to drag everything around him into a dark abyss.

Zhao Shangzhi's eyes widened, bloodshot and gleaming with a bloodthirsty light like a hungry wolf. With a roar, he unleashed the "Black Wind Deadly Sword." In an instant, the sword strike reached its peak of ferocity. The sword wind, carrying black energy, swept in like a raging black tornado, destroying everything in its path. Wherever it passed, the air seemed like fragile paper, instantly twisted and torn apart by this dark power, emitting a hissing sound. Even space itself seemed to tremble and deform under this immense force.

With each thrust of his sword, a black aura emanated from him, as if it could engulf everything around him in an endless abyss of darkness, attempting to completely devour Shi Feiyang in this single strike and make him disappear from the world.

Faced with Zhao Shangzhi's frenzied and deadly attack, Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, only a slight upturn of his lips and a cold snort. His voice seemed to come from the ancient ice layer atop an iceberg, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine. In his eyes, all things in the world were like ants.

The Frostblade in his hand resembled a nimble yet deadly silver dragon, tracing a graceful yet deadly arc through the air, like a bolt of lightning tearing through thick clouds, its light flashing and disappearing in an instant, yet illuminating this dark and oppressive world. He unleashed a move from the Hundred Victories Blade Technique: "Golden Dragon Coiling Claws."

The blade flashed, like the shimmering scales of a golden dragon in motion, radiating a dazzling light that contrasted sharply with the black aura emanating from Zhao Shangzhi's longsword, creating a striking contrast and a powerful counterforce.

The Heavenly Frost Blade and Zhao Shangzhi's Black Wind Sword clashed fiercely in mid-air, producing a deafening sound, like the ringing of a great bell or the explosion of thunder in one's ears, a sound that seemed capable of shattering one's eardrums.

Sparks flew everywhere, like fireworks blooming in the night sky, but with deadly danger. Each spark was like a burning meteor, flying in all directions.

Zhao Shangzhi felt an unimaginably powerful force coming from the sword, which instantly numb his arm, caused his tiger's mouth to split open, and blood gushed down his arm. The long sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand.

But he was unwilling to give up. His obsession burned like a raging fire, driving him to grit his teeth and continue unleashing the follow-up moves of the Black Wind Deadly Sword. The sword shadows multiplied, and the black aura grew increasingly intense, like a black ocean enveloping Shi Feiyang, attempting to drown him.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Feiyang's eyes, as if he could see through everything and understand Zhao Shangzhi's every intention.

His movements were as swift as lightning, so fast that they were difficult to follow. The Frost Blade danced rapidly in his hand as he unleashed the ultimate move of the "Hundred Victories Blade Technique," "Heaven and Earth Live Together." The blade undulated like a golden dragon, weaving nimbly among the sword shadows. With each swing, a powerful gust of wind arose, a wind that seemed capable of dispelling all darkness in the world and driving away the black currents.

In an instant, the battlefield was filled with flashing swords and shadows, black and silver intertwined, the two forces colliding and resisting each other, and the dust on the ground was swirled up by the powerful air currents, forming a battlefield shrouded in smoke.

Suddenly, Shi Feiyang roared, his voice like thunder, raising the Heavenly Frost Blade high in his hand. The blade shone brightly, like a golden dragon soaring, carrying boundless majesty and power. He slashed down with incredible speed, so fast that no one had time to react, as if a silver lightning bolt had instantly swept across the sky.

This strike contained Shi Feiyang's profound internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, carrying an overwhelming momentum that seemed capable of splitting the heavens and earth, directly targeting Zhao Shangzhi.

Zhao Shangzhi was terrified and tried to dodge, but found that his body was tightly bound by an invisible and powerful force, unable to move an inch. He could only watch helplessly as the Frost Blade came slashing down on him, his heart filled with fear and despair.

With a sharp "crack," like the roar of a demon, the Frost Blade struck Zhao Shangzhi precisely, cleaving from his left shoulder down to his right waist.

Zhao Shangzhi's eyes widened, filled with fear and resentment, his gaze seemingly telling of his unwillingness and regret.

His body was instantly cleaved in two, blood gushing out like a fountain, raining down in the air, the blood rain shimmering eerily in the dim light. His two severed halves crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust that mingled with the blood.

Sun Ma, the deputy leader of the Jingmen Gang and known as "Iron Sand Palm," was like a towering, rock-solid mountain. His physique was more robust and muscular than most people could imagine. His broad shoulders seemed capable of supporting the entire sky, and his thick limbs were like pillars that stood tall and firm.

His feet were firmly planted on the ground, like the gnarled roots of an ancient tree, deeply embedded in the earth, as if he had taken root, and no matter how the wind howled or the earth shook, it could not shake him in the slightest.

At this moment, he exuded a dense aura of killing intent, like a demon god who had crawled out of hell and was surrounded by evil power. Every inch of his skin emanated a fearsome aura, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze because of his presence.

His Iron Sand Palms, with their glossy black palms, seemed to have been repeatedly scorched and forged by the black flames of the deepest hell, condensing into an aura that chilled people to the bone.

As he unleashed the "Iron Sand Earth-Splitting Palm," with each strike, a powerful palm wind, as strong as a category 10 tornado, surged forth from his palm, carrying a putrid stench, as if mixed with the cries of countless wronged souls.

Wherever the palm wind passed, dust instantly billowed up, as if it had been ruthlessly plowed by a giant plowshare. Shocking, bottomless ravines quickly appeared on the ground, and gravel flew like bullets. The surrounding trees were snapped in half by this palm wind, and broken branches and leaves flew everywhere. The earth trembled and groaned under the ravages of his powerful force.

Seeing Sun Min's imposing presence, Liao Pei, the master of "Tongbei Quan," showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, his eyes blazed with fierce fighting spirit, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, flashing with ruthlessness and determination, as if he wanted to devour Sun Min alive.

He roared to the sky, his voice booming like a thunderclap, like an angry tiger howling, with an indomitable and fearless spirit. He stomped his foot hard, leaving two deep footprints in the ground, and pounced on Sun Min.

Liao Peishi unleashed his "Tongbei Lianhuan Quan" (a type of continuous punch), his arms moving rapidly through the air like a nimble dragon, leaving afterimages in his wake, his fists raining down on Sun Min like a dense storm.

His fists whistled through the air, carrying with them his burning passion and fighting spirit, like surging waves, one after another, never ceasing.

With each punch, a "whooshing" sound echoed in the air—the sound of the fist wind tearing through the air, sharp and piercing, demonstrating the immense power of his punches. The surrounding air was churned into a chaotic mess by the force of his punches.

Sun snorted coldly, his voice like venom squeezed from the depths of his throat, full of disdain and arrogance.

Faced with Liao Pei's attack, he neither dodged nor avoided, but once again swung his Iron Sand Palm to meet the attack.

As their fists and palms clashed, a powerful impact emanated from the two men, spreading outwards in an instant. The surrounding air was instantly ignited, producing a muffled and deafening sound, much like two towering mountains colliding with the heavens and earth. The earth trembled violently, and cracks spread outwards from them. The surrounding houses collapsed under the impact, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

Liao Pei felt a jolt in his arm, as if he had struck an incredibly hard diamond, and his bones felt like they were about to shatter.

But he gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding, and with his indomitable will and superb boxing skills, he continued to launch a fierce attack.

The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, and the fight grew increasingly fierce.

Liao Pei, relying on the flexibility and versatility of Tongbei Quan, moved with ghostly speed, constantly searching for Sun Ma's weaknesses. Sometimes he attacked from the left, sometimes he ambushed from the right, sometimes he leaped high into the air, and sometimes he swept his legs from the ground. Sun Ma, on the other hand, relied on the powerful Iron Sand Palm, standing firmly on his feet like an unshakeable fortress. Every palm strike he made carried a devastating momentum, trying to defeat Liao Pei in one fell swoop.

The ground was already covered with traces of their battle, pitted and cratered, a scene of utter devastation.

In the midst of the fierce battle, Sun Ma seized an opportunity and suddenly unleashed a deadly move called "Iron Sand Earth-Splitting Palm." His palms were accompanied by rolling black air currents, which seemed to contain the figures of countless evil spirits. Like a pair of black giant hammers, they smashed down on Liao Pei's chest with immense force, intending to pierce through his chest and shatter his internal organs.

Liao Pei's expression changed drastically; her originally rosy face turned deathly pale in an instant, and it was too late for her to dodge.

At the critical moment, he made a snap decision and unleashed the ultimate technique of Tongbei Fist. He crossed his arms, channeled his inner strength, and gathered all the power in his body into his arms to withstand Sun Ma's fatal blow.

A loud bang, like a bomb exploding in their ears, shook both of them.

Liao Pei felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he had been struck hard by a heavy hammer. It felt as if several of his ribs were broken. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a mouthful of blood welled up in his throat, but he endured the pain and swallowed the blood back. His gaze was fixed firmly on Sun Ma, and his eyes burned with an indomitable flame.

Sun Ma was also forced back two steps by Liao Pei's tenacious resistance, his shoes leaving two deep marks on the ground. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected Liao Pei to have such a tenacious will and powerful strength.

Taking advantage of the moment Sun Dan retreated, Liao Pei mustered his last breath, which seemed to be his last source of strength, and unleashed the ultimate move of the "Tongbei Lianhuan Quan" – "Tongbei Poyue".

His fists moved rapidly, creating a series of powerful punches that seemed to level everything in front of him, aiming to smash into Sun Ma's head.

Sun Ma was shocked. His calm face turned to fear. He tried to raise his hand to defend himself, but Liao Pei's attack was too fast and too fierce. He had no time to make an effective defense.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Liao Pei's fists struck Sun Ma's head repeatedly, producing dull thuds, each sound like a death knell.

Sun Ma's head was knocked and swayed from side to side, his expression gradually contorting. Sun Ma's body swayed a few times, then with a "boom," he fell heavily to the ground like a collapsing mountain, raising a cloud of dust that blotted out the sky.

His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, unable to believe that he had been defeated by Liao Pei.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his body twitched a few times, and then he slowly closed his eyes, dying a gruesome death, ending his sinful life.

Liao Pei, exhausted from the battle, collapsed to the side, panting heavily, his body covered in wounds, his clothes stained with blood. Shi Feiyang came over, fed Liao Pei various pills, and used his internal energy to heal his injuries.

(End of this chapter)