Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 336 A Great Defeat to Lü Fengxian

In Lü Fengxian's eyes, Murong Fu was unremarkable and did not seem to have any martial arts skills.

But the fact that his voice could be clearly heard by everyone when he spoke in front of them just now shows that he has profound inner strength.

Therefore, Lü Bu dared not underestimate this person, especially since the other party actually knew about his newly mastered ultimate skill!

He slowly extended his right hand, which to others did not appear to be a particularly unusual hand. His fingers were long, his nails were neatly trimmed, and his skin was smooth and delicate.

This perfectly suits Lü Fengxian's identity.

You'll only notice the unusual features of this hand if you look very closely.

The thumb, index finger, and middle finger of this hand have a different skin tone than the rest. Although the skin of these three fingers is also very fine and white, it has a strange luster, as if it were cast from some kind of strange metal rather than flesh and bone.

But those three fingers are clearly part of his hand.

How could three fingers made of metal suddenly grow from a flesh-and-blood hand?!

This was enough to astonish everyone, except for Murong Fu.

Although Murong Fu's skin looks delicate and tender, due to the modifications made by Mingyu Gong, it is actually harder than refined steel and more flexible than gold thread.

When Lianxing first entered the eighth level of Mingyu Gong, she could gnaw on the chicken claw sickle forged by Sichen Shenjun as if it were a chicken claw. The exaggeration was even far greater than that of Da Huanxi Nubo eating Xiao Li Feidao.

After all, the chicken claw sickle is a fearsome weapon from the outer sect, and it is bound to be much thicker than the small knife made by the ordinary blacksmith, Little Li Flying Dagger.

Murong Fu's current physical strength is no weaker than Lianxing's back then. Lü Fengxian's three fingers might be enough to leave a bloody hole in someone else, but for him, they might only be enough to tickle an itch.

He saw that Lü Fengxian held up three fingers, so Murong Fu naturally held up three fingers as well.

Seeing that Murong Fu was imitating him, Lü Fengxian's face darkened, his sharp eyebrows and piercing eyes turning into a raging indignation. He said in a deep voice, "Murong Fu, what do you mean?!"

Murong Fu said calmly, "It doesn't mean anything. Make your move."

There were a lot of people in line today. After you finish, go down and make room for the good Samaritans.

Lu Fengxian felt slighted and gritted his teeth, saying, "Draw your sword! Aren't you the best swordsman in the world, the one who once killed Yi Ku and the Five Poisons Child?!"

"Draw your sword!"

Murong Fu remained indifferent and said, "I, Murong of Gusu, have a unique skill called 'using their own methods against them.' Whatever move you use, I will use the same move to meet your high-level attack head-on!"

It's not an insult to you.

Lu Fengxian's face flushed red and then turned pale, thinking to herself, "How can this not be considered an insult?!"

If you use my self-created moves to fight me, and you lose, people will say you're arrogant for using unfamiliar moves.

If you win, and I'm defeated by my own moves, it makes me look like I haven't practiced enough.

Is this an act of repaying kindness with kindness, utterly malicious?!

They were already at a disadvantage from the start!

But in a moment, Lü Fengxian composed himself, his eyes darkening, and said, "Hmph, make your move! You can draw your sword anytime!"

Then, like an arrow, he shot towards Murong Fu, covering a distance of seven or eight meters in a single step.

His right hand, like a spear or a claw, slashed sharply towards Murong Fu's face.

Murong Fu, on the other hand, moved lightly, yet he also extended his clean, spotless right hand, the movement of three fingers exactly the same as that of Lü Fengxian.

The two people's hands moved through the air, one fast and one slow.

But the actual speed was exactly the same. Lü Fengxian saw that the other party was trying to take his three silver fingers, which he was so proud of, with his soft hands.

He cruelly thought to himself that if the fight were to be solid, three of the opponent's fingers would be crippled, and at that point, even drawing his sword would be a problem.

The next moment, their fingers collided.

Murong Fu's three delicate fingers were unharmed, while Lü Fengxian's three metallic silver fingers were broken into pieces, with the bone fragments of his thumbs protruding from the base of his fingers, revealing the equally metallic bone underneath.

"ah"

A scream came from Lü Fengxian's mouth.

Those listed on the Weapon Ranking are all renowned heroes, and Lü Fengxian is one of the best among them. He wouldn't even flinch if his entire arm were cut off.

But he never expected that he would lose after years of using his best skills, and that he would lose so badly.

Rather than howling because of the excruciating pain, it was actually the violent turmoil in his heart and the collapse of his confidence.

Everyone was astonished when they heard Lü Fengxian's scream.

"This Lü Fengxian can't even beat Murong Fu?!"

"Hehe, this Lü Fengxian is definitely overestimating himself. His nickname is Silver Halberd Marquis, yet he doesn't use a silver halberd but instead uses his hands."

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"Look, Lü Fengxian has fallen down."

When Murong Fu saw that Yinji Wenhou was looking at his crippled finger and still wanted to argue with him, he immediately kicked him off the platform.

He despised sycophants more than anything else in his life. In the original novel, Lü Fengxian was bewitched by Lin Xian'er. He first seriously injured the woman he had seduced who had already submitted to him, and then went to duel with Shangguan Jin Hong.

Shangguan Jin Hong then asked Lin Xian'er to choose between him and Lü Fengxian. After Lin Xian'er chose Shangguan Jin Hong, Lü Fengxian lost all fighting spirit and was defeated.

You could say the Joker reached the extreme.

Murong Fu was too lazy to say another word to such a person and simply kicked the next one out.

When Lü Fengxian fell from the platform, there was a crowd of spectators watching the spectacle. As he was about to land in the crowd, ordinary people might have passively caught him.

But those crowding in front were at least third-rate experts, with sharp eyes and agile movements, and they quickly made way, revealing the hard bluestone slabs below.

Lu Fengxian fell straight onto the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

The surrounding area was filled with clamor: "Is Lü Fengxian dead?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, defeated in one move, how shameful."

"Heh, if he had used the silver halberd, there probably wouldn't have been so many problems. He had to use his hands. I didn't expect that Marquis Wen of the Silver Halberd was also a fool."

Despite falling from the platform, Lü Fengxian was not seriously injured because of his internal energy protection. However, listening to the discussions of the crowd, he was in so much pain that he did not want to get up and face them.

But he also knew that lying there would only make him a laughingstock, so he rolled over and, like a fish swimming through the crowd, darted away without looking back.

Before the crowd could laugh at him, a loud, powerful shout suddenly rang out: "Whip God Ximen Rou, come and experience the skills of Young Master Murong!"

Then a figure ascended the platform, unleashing an airburst with a long whip.

The crowd cheered. Although Ximen Rou's ranking on the weapon list was not as high as Lü Fengxian's, he went up with a long whip.

Unlike Lü Fengxian, who used his fingers, which lacked any persuasiveness.

Ximen Rou is ranked eighth, and her strength is even greater than Yi Ku's, which is a better test of Murong Fu's true worth.

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the duel between the two.