Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

All the experts have been taken down, leaving only a bunch of ordinary people. How can they fight back?

Are you kidding me!

Zhang Wuji finally recovered from the awkwardness and spoke again: "No need to say more—"

Zhang Wuji's eyes were as cold as knives as he said, enunciating each word clearly: "Regardless of your identity or whether you have any connection to the Yuan Dynasty."

"My feud with the Xuanming Elders is one of eternal damnation!"

After speaking, he looked at Xiao Yaoqing, assumed a fighting stance, and said in a deep voice, "Sir, please make your move!"

This grudge can't be forgiven.

Back then, the three of them secretly returned to the Central Plains, only to run into the Xuanming Elders.

Zhang Wuji himself was captured by the two men and took a blow from the Xuanming Divine Palm.

It was because of that incident that the martial arts world of the Central Plains learned that Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu had returned to the Central Plains.

A group of people blocked Wudang Mountain, and for the sake of the Dragon-Slaying Saber in the hands of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, they forced Zhang Wuji's parents to their deaths.

Zhang Wuji held this grudge for the rest of his life.

Xiao Yaoqing had long known that he couldn't avoid this battle with Zhang Wuji.

To be more precise, he had been waiting for this opportunity.

Regardless of whether he could win or not, he was determined to get his hands on the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Xiao Yaoqing patted Zhao Min on the shoulder, signaling her to take a few steps back.

Zhao Min stared at him, her eyes filled with worry: "Be careful."

Xiao Yaoqing nodded at her and said with a smile, "If I can't beat you, can't I just run away? You know me."

This is true.

Even if Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill is incredibly powerful, it still needs to be able to hit someone.

Xiao Yaoqing's half-baked Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) was no joke.

He looked at Zhang Wuji and slowly took two steps forward.

The distance between the two people was only about ten meters.

The three heroes of Wudang exchanged glances and silently stepped back.

They were well aware of the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

In situations like this, it's best not to get involved.

Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji just stared at each other.

Neither of them made the first move, as if they were waiting for the other to reveal a weakness.

No one around them said anything to urge them on.

Everyone understands that in a battle between masters, a single move can be a killing blow.

Both of them are holding their breath right now.

But their hard work doesn't mean the people from the six major sects are idle.

Yuanyin from the Shaolin sect slipped behind Abbot Kongwen and whispered, "I never imagined that this benefactor surnamed Zeng would actually be Zhang Wuji from back then."

Kong Wen squinted and slowly said, "I really didn't expect it. Zhang Wuji had such an opportunity to master the Nine Yang Divine Skill, which had been lost for many years, and force out the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm."

"If he truly masters the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he probably won't find a match for him in the entire martial arts world."

Yuan Yin paused, then subconsciously asked, "Then..."

After a moment of contemplation, the abbot slowly spoke: "In my humble opinion, the benefactor surnamed Xiao opposite us is probably no match for Zhang Wuji either."

Master Kongwen nodded slightly, his voice low and deep: "While the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are indeed fierce and domineering, they are ultimately lacking compared to the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

It's not just Kong Wen who thinks this way.

Whispers rose and fell among the camps of the surrounding major sects, clearly indicating that everyone agreed with this assessment.

On the Ming Cult's side, Yang Xiao lowered his voice and asked the White-Browed Eagle King, "Eagle King, tell me, between that young hero Xiao and your grandson, who is more powerful?"

The White-Browed Eagle King frowned, but his tone was exceptionally confident: "I don't know what happened to Wuji. But even Master Kongwen fell to him. On Bright Peak, is there anyone who can suppress him?"

He didn't answer Yang Xiao's question directly, but the meaning behind his words was crystal clear—he felt that his grandson was stronger.

Upon hearing this, all the Ming Cult masters nodded in agreement, and no one raised any objections.

On the Emei Sect's side, Zhou Zhiruo's gaze darted back and forth between the two men, a hint of panic hidden in her eyes.

She didn't want Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji to fight to the death at all.

Zhang Wuji was her childhood playmate, someone she spent every day with. She once thought that he was the only man who could enter her heart in this lifetime.

But her feelings for Xiao Yaoqing were completely different.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.

Perhaps this is what they call love at first sight?

Zhou Zhiruo did not want to choose.

But if she had to choose between Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji, she knew in her heart that there was only one answer.

Her childhood playmates were no match for the man who had captured her heart.

She desperately wanted to rush out and stand between the two of them, but she knew she couldn't.

Going out rashly might actually harm Xiao Yaoqing and Zhang Wuji.

Her hands clenched into fists, her nails almost digging into her flesh, and her heart ached terribly.

Just then, Zhang Wuji, who was facing Xiao Yaoqing, suddenly turned cold and leaped into the air.

Everyone's eyes followed his figure upwards.

In mid-air, Zhang Wuji suddenly unleashed a powerful punch with both fists.

The immense internal energy of the Nine Yang Divine Skill surged forth from his fist like a raging tide, rushing straight towards Xiao Yaoqing.

Xiao Yaoqing raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the domineering power of that force.

Without thinking much, he slightly bent his knees.

"Take off!"

With a muffled thud, Xiao Yaoqing shot straight into the sky like a tree stump that had been uprooted.

Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu exclaimed almost simultaneously, "Isn't this our Wudang's 'Ladder Cloud Leap'?!"

The three men's mouths were agape, their eyes wide open, staring intently at the young man surnamed Xiao who was still climbing upwards.

The Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap is a closely guarded secret of the Wudang School, so they could recognize it at a glance.

It makes sense that Zhang Wuji knows this move, after all, he is a direct descendant of Wudang.

How come this kid knows this too? This is something even the outer disciples can't touch!

The three of them looked at each other, their minds filled with questions, completely unable to figure out where Xiao Yaoqing had learned that.

Could he be a disciple of some sect?

At this moment, Abbess Miejue spoke coldly: "Do you find it strange?"

Song Yuanqiao and the other two were taken aback and turned to look at her.

Song Yuanqiao quickly pressed, "Master, what do you mean by that?"

Abbess Miejue stared at the field and slowly said, "I'm also puzzled. This kid not only has our Emei Nine Yang Skill, but he has also used my Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm."

"this……"

Upon hearing this, the three heroes of Wudang widened their eyes even further.

That's right, the young man surnamed Xiao used a very strange movement technique before, and the source of his palm force was also unknown.

Later, he unleashed the almost lost Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms of the Beggars' Sect.

They almost thought Xiao Yaoqing was the core of the Beggars' Sect.

But now, Wudang's Ladder Cloud Leap, Emei's Nine Yang Skill, and Snow-Piercing Cloud Palm have emerged.

Just how many different schools of martial arts does this kid possess?

"boom!"

With a loud bang, debris flew everywhere where Xiao Yaoqing had just been standing, creating a large crater.

The power of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is indeed ruthless.

Zhang Wuji was also surprised. How could Xiao Yaoqing know the Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap?

But both of them were in mid-air and had no time to think.

Zhang Wuji threw another punch at Xiao Yaoqing above his head.

The Cloud Ladder skill allows you to suddenly rise into the air and dodge attacks from the ground.

In the air, there are far fewer places to maneuver and dodge.

The force of the Nine Yang Divine Skill's punches came incredibly fast.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yaoqing raised a finger and aimed it at the fist force.

"Buzz—"

A burst of energy shot out from his fingertips.

The next moment, it collided with the Nine Yang Internal Force that Zhang Wuji had hastily unleashed.

"boom--"

The powerful gust of air sent Xiao Yaoqing flying.

However, that was just the thrust caused by the spread of energy; he himself was unharmed.

But the three heroes of Wudang were in an uproar once again:

"Isn't this the One-Finger Divine Skill of Wudang?"

At this moment, the three Wudang masters were almost unable to process what was happening.

They originally thought that what followed would be a head-on clash between the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The result is quite unexpected. Now, it's turned into Wudang's trump card technique clashing with the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Yin Liting's voice even changed slightly:

"This...this level of skill with that finger technique...it's probably already at the pinnacle!"

"Even you, Senior Brother, have only reached the third level."

Song Yuanqiao was also shocked, and it took him a while to come to his senses. His eyes were full of disbelief.

"Right now, in the entire Wudang sect, only... only our master can master the One Finger Technique to its highest level."

"Gurgle."

The three of them swallowed hard.

Then, almost simultaneously, he mumbled a few words:

"That kid..."

They simply couldn't bring themselves to say what came next.

Yes, in all these decades, when have I ever seen such a scene?

Zhang Wuji didn't recognize that Xiao Yaoqing was using his own martial arts.

He had never been exposed to this martial art before.

This finger technique is currently only known to Zhang Sanfeng and his senior brother's generation.

Even Zhang Cuishan didn't have time to teach him.

Both of them had now landed back on the ground.

Zhang Wuji was also secretly surprised.

He was well aware of the power of his Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Although the second round was a last-minute move, Xiao Yaoqing blocked it with just one finger.

How deep is the true energy within this person's body?

Looking again at the sword in Xiao Yaoqing's hand that remained unsheathed, Zhang Wuji's vigilance deepened.

He raised his head and asked in a deep voice:

"You still won't draw your sword?"

Upon hearing this, everyone on Bright Peak realized what was happening.

Yup!

That young man surnamed Xiao clearly had a sword hanging from his waist!

I've been using it for so long, but I've never used it even once!

The people from the six major sects and the Ming Cult were all stunned.

Then, a thought suddenly popped into my head—

"Does this mean that none of these people present are worthy of him drawing his sword?"

That's right.

According to the rules of the martial arts world, that's exactly what it means.

The weapon in Xiao Yaoqing's hand is definitely his best skill.

For those who wield knives, knife skills are the true measure of their abilities.

Just like those two old men from the Xuanming Sect, Lu Zhangke uses a walking stick, while Hebi Weng wields a double-pen judge.

As for someone like Xiao Yaoqing, who carries a sword at his waist, his greatest skill should logically be swordsmanship.

But after fighting to this extent, he still hasn't used this sword?

What does that mean?

These people in front of him aren't even qualified to make him draw his sword?!

"hiss--"

Thinking of this, the group of people all gasped in shock.

A hint of fear had crept into his eyes as he looked at Xiao Yaoqing.