Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 270 Fight If You Want
Ren Shaoyang was taken aback, experiencing a long-forgotten feeling of being targeted by a tiger.

What the hell!

Who has such an imposing presence?

A long laugh rang out, and a figure emerged from the bamboo forest, his sleeves fluttering as he landed lightly, like a feather.

Ren Shaoyang took a closer look and saw that it was a middle-aged man with graying temples, a full beard, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and an arrogant demeanor.

After landing, the man flicked his cloak and strode forward.

After standing in front of Ren Shaoyang, he gave him a thumbs up and said loudly, "Good lad, you fought with the 'Heir of Tianshan' and came out unscathed. I am truly impressed!"

Ren Shaoyang looked up at the person in front of him and felt that the person was extremely tall and imposing, standing there like a pillar of heaven. His heart pounded.

My impression of this person can be summed up in two words.

Powerful!

Like a tiger descending the mountain, he looked down upon the world with disdain, as if nothing mattered to him and any problem was something he could easily overcome!
Ren Shaoyang sighed inwardly, he had never met such a captivating person.

Compared to him, Pang Ban's heroic spirit vanished.

Compared to him, Yan Nantian was somewhat reckless.

As for Gu Shentong, Liang Xiao, Lang Fanyun, Ye Gucheng, and Ximen Chuixue, they all seem petty compared to him.

After much thought, the only thing worth mentioning is Zhuge Xiaohua, who only appeared briefly, and her imposing presence.

Ren Shaoyang clasped his hands in greeting and said loudly, "Junior Ren Shaoyang greets senior!"

The burly man's weathered yet clear eyes swept over him, and he laughed heartily, "I never expected that my elder brother's 'Heart Movement' would have a successor." He then shook his head and chuckled, "And I never expected that you would actually use a sword!"

Ren Shaoyang didn't quite understand and asked, "Senior, what's wrong with this?"

“There’s nothing wrong with it, you’re fine.” The big man waved his hand and said leisurely, “I’m just marveling that my brother conquered the world with his bare hands, and the successor of his divine skill is actually an unparalleled swordsman.”

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "Everyone's destiny is different."

“Your character is not bad.” The big man smiled and continued, “You’ve come to learn from me?” Although he said it as a question, the certainty in his tone was obvious.

"You guessed it?"

The burly man laughed and said, "I knew it the moment I saw you." As he spoke, he frowned and asked, "What the hell?" He then slapped the man across the face.

Ren Shaoyang never expected that he would start a fight so easily.
He immediately waved his sleeves, ready to brush away the incoming palm.

But something strange happened; the large, fan-like hand still swung straight down.

Ren Shaoyang's sleeves billowed as he tried to change his moves several times, but each move missed its mark.

This feeling is extremely terrifying. It's as if the other side is a set of rules, and no matter how you try to deal with it, it's all in vain.

Suddenly, he felt a tightness in his "Dazhui" acupoint. The big man had turned around behind Ren Shaoyang without him noticing, and the Great Vajra Divine Power instantly collapsed.

The overwhelming force was like a sharp blade piercing through paper, penetrating straight into the body.

Ren Shaoyang was horrified: "It's over! I'm going to die!" He wanted to scream, but found his lips stiff and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, another powerful force surged forth, and Ren Shaoyang was thrown into the air against his will.

The burly man shook his head slightly, his expression somewhat serious, and said, "What vicious true energy! It's like a maggot clinging to the bone, hiding in the spinal meridians." As he spoke, he casually caught Ren Shaoyang as he fell.

Then he grabbed the "Zhiyang" acupoint on the back of his heart, and gently tossed it into the sky.

The big man seemed to be having a blast, grabbing the ball with his left hand one moment and throwing it with his right the next, his hands moving in rapid succession, as fast as lightning. He was using Ren Shaoyang as a prop, playing a game of tossing the ball.

Suddenly, the big man shouted, "Alright!" His long sleeves billowed out, wrapped around Ren Shaoyang's body, and gently sent him back to the ground.

At this moment, the big man was seen holding a constantly writhing ball of black mist in his hand, his expression extremely serious.

Ren Shaoyang stopped, his face pale: "Senior, what is this?"

The burly man said in a deep voice, "A true energy with extremely strong demonic power." He pondered for a moment, then sighed, "It's no less powerful than mine." As he spoke, he casually pinched something with his hand.

The wisp of true energy vanished with a "poof".
Ren Shaoyang looked at the burly man who was very humble on the surface but easily crushed true qi with his hands, moved his lips twice but did not speak.

This must be the true energy of the "Dao Heart Demon Seed Technique" that Pang Ban left in his body. The big man saw the hidden danger at a glance when he first met him and broke it with a flick of his wrist, as easily as eating and drinking.

Such martial arts skills are simply divine, even surpassing those of Pang Ban!
Ren Shaoyang straightened his expression, clasped his hands in a fist and bowed, and said, "Senior, may I ask your honorable name?"

The burly man laughed and said, "My name is Xiao Feng, just an old geezer."

Xiao Feng!

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback. He looked the big man up and down and asked uncertainly, "Are you a Khitan?"

Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Yes."

Ren Shaoyang was stunned, and continued to ask, "The leader of the Beggars' Sect?"

“Former leader,” Xiao Feng sighed, “how could a Khitan be the leader of the Beggars’ Sect?”

Ren Shaoyang finally couldn't hold back any longer and exclaimed, "You, you didn't die at Yanmen Pass?"

Xiao Feng was taken aback and asked in return, "Why should I die at Yanmen Pass?"

"You are the great hero Xiao Feng, the Southern King of Liao, who fought for the people of both Song and Liao."

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Feng waved his hand and said with a smile, "When did I become the Southern King of Liao?"

"Aren't you?"

"Of course not!" Xiao Feng looked at the statue on the mountaintop with his hands behind his back. "Back then, my elder brother single-handedly destroyed the Liao Kingdom and recovered the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan and Yun. What kind of Southern Court King am I?"

"Huh?" Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but ask, "The world has changed so much?" Xiao Feng patted his shoulder and laughed heartily, "If it weren't for my elder brother's heroic efforts in Xingzilin, I might have already committed suicide as you said, little brother."

As he spoke, he put his hands behind his back, slipped on his straw sandals, and walked toward the pavilion in the distance.

Seeing this, Ren Shaoyang quickly followed.

The two sat down in the pavilion and saw a jar of wine on the stone table. Xiao Feng walked over, slapped off the seal with his palm, tilted his head back and gulped it down. A stream of white wine poured down his face. He gulped down a few mouthfuls and then casually tossed it to him.

"You should try this strong liquor too!"

Inspired by his boldness, Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, picked up the jar, took a few big gulps, and handed it back.

The two of them drank the ten-pound jar of strong liquor, taking turns sipping it.

After drinking a drop of wine, Xiao Feng couldn't help but burst into laughter. He felt that the white-robed youth in front of him was full of heroic spirit and unrestrained elegance, and that they were like old friends at first sight, which suited his taste perfectly.

He immediately stepped forward, grasped Ren's hands, and said, "Brother Ren, you are indeed a man of honor. I am truly impressed!"

After drinking the strong liquor, and with his chronic illness completely gone, Ren Shaoyang felt the refreshing sea breeze and was overjoyed. He clasped his hands and said, "It is my great honor to meet you, Master Xiao!"

"Hey~!" Xiao Feng patted his shoulder and laughed loudly, "Don't be so polite."

Ren Shaoyang smiled, walked over to him, and stood beside him, looking at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

At this moment, Xiao Feng said, "Brother Ren, you've come at the right time."

Ren Shaoyang hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Why do you say that, Master Xiao?"

Xiao Feng raised his head, staring blankly at the statue, and suddenly uttered a shocking statement: "I'm afraid I won't live much longer!"

Ren Shaoyang was taken aback. Looking closely, he saw that Xiao Feng was full of energy and showed no signs of death.

"You must be wondering," Xiao Feng said with a smile, "that I don't look like I'm about to die."

“Indeed, it doesn’t look like it,” Ren Shaoyang said. “You look like a middle-aged person in their forties, not old at all, and even seem to have turned back the clock.”

Xiao Feng looked at him and said, "Judging people by their appearance is just like judging the Khitans of the Song Dynasty back then; it's never reliable."

"Forgive my poor eyesight," Ren Shaoyang shook his head and said, "I really can't tell that your time is coming to an end."

Xiao Feng said, "You haven't comprehended 'Mind Moves' and haven't undergone a transformation, so naturally you can't see that my great calamity is approaching and my death is not far away." He pondered for a moment, "The reason I said you came at the right time is also to pass on this divine skill to you, so that my elder brother's divine skill will not be lost."

He sighed and said slowly, "I changed my fate because of this achievement, but I will also pass on my legacy to you, which can be considered as fulfilling my destiny."

Ren Shaoyang's expression was somewhat complicated, and he thought to himself, "You haven't seen the little beggar. If you had seen her, you would never say that the skill has been lost."

Seeing that Xiao Feng seemed lost in memories, Ren Shaoyang asked, "Hero Xiao, you just said that you were rescued by your elder brother in Xingzilin?"

Xiao Feng laughed, "Yes, that was sixty years ago." He paused slightly, looking at Ren Shaoyang, "If you want to hear it, I'll ramble on about it?"

“Please tell me!” Ren Shaoyang said with a smile, “I am very interested.”

Xiao Feng slowly said, "Back in Wuxi, I met my eldest brother and third brother. We hit it off immediately and became sworn brothers. My eldest brother was known as the 'Martial Champion' and taught me the 'Mind Movement' supernatural power. It can be said that most of my skills came from him."

"Later, my elder brother Xingzilin saved me from dire straits and went to the Liao Kingdom to destroy the Liao Dynasty and recover the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. I then came to the capital and used my mind to combine with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to fight against heroes from all over the world, and I also earned the title of 'the second best in the world'."

"Being second in the world is fine too," Ren Shaoyang laughed. "Being number one in the world would make you Xiao Daxia's elder brother?"

"Indeed." Xiao Feng smiled slightly, seemingly reminiscing about his glorious past. "My 'Heart's Movement' is the result of countless fierce battles throughout my life. As the saying goes: the greater the heart, the higher the skill! Ordinary masters cannot withstand a single palm strike or kick from me."

"I felt it." Ren Shaoyang smiled wryly. "Your palm strike was like the sky collapsing and the earth turning upside down. It was truly terrifying."

Xiao Feng shook his head and said, "Your martial arts and swordsmanship are the strongest I have seen in all the years I have been on the island. What you did just now was just a trick, it doesn't count."

"Taking advantage?"

“That’s right!” Xiao Feng smiled smugly. “I’m using battle to sustain myself, all for the sake of that final, exhilarating battle with my elder brother!”

Xiao Feng's tiger eyes gleamed, and he shouted, "Back on Shaoshi Mountain, I used the highest level of Mind Control to fight against my elder brother's 'Nine Heavens Riding the Clouds,' and within a hundred moves, I absolutely suppressed him!"

"The highest realm is when the mind moves."

Ren Shaoyang recalled the scene of Xiao Feng's palm strike just now, the terrifying feeling of being exposed everywhere, and being able to break any move instantly, and slowly said.

"That palm strike just now wasn't what you call 'just a trick'! I wonder what it was called?"

Xiao Feng laughed heartily and said, "This realm is called 'The Universe in My Hands'!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Without thought or intention, in harmony with heaven and man, the universe is in your hands! You truly defeated me without any power to fight back."

Xiao Feng's cloak billowed without wind, and with a wave of his hand, he said loudly, "Brother Ren, I have a word for you."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Please speak, Master Xiao."

Xiao Feng turned to look at him and said seriously, "As a swordsman, you think too much. Remember these four words: 'One thought is all it takes!'"

"It can be resolved in a single thought?"

Ren Shaoyang repeated it several times, but still couldn't figure it out, and then he was stunned.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "Don't understand?"

"It's shrouded in mist and clouds, I only vaguely understand it," Ren Shaoyang honestly replied.

Xiao Feng laughed heartily, pushed his palms up, and said loudly, "Brother Ren, this sentence also translates to four characters."

Ren Shaoyang swallowed hard and said, "Please go ahead."

Xiao Feng strode forward, his left hand sweeping out, and his right hand unleashing a palm strike, carrying a terrifying force that seemed to shake the heavens and earth. It was none other than the move "Regretful Dragon Soaring" from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!
"Fight if you want!"

(End of this chapter)