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Huang Shang's gaze sharpened, and he responded loudly:
Before he finished speaking, his figure was already like a cloud, floating down from the high platform, heading straight for the shocked and furious Murong Fu!
The final battle erupts in an instant!
Chapter 124 Don't look at me, I didn't teach you.
Huang Shang accepted the order and gracefully descended from the high platform, his green robe fluttering in the wind, heading straight for Murong Fu!
Murong Fu was filled with rage and nearly vomited blood! The favorable situation he had been in today had been ruined by Qiao Tian's empty words and his ability to manipulate events at will, forcing him into such a desperate situation! A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. If he couldn't kill this seemingly weak Wudang sect leader today to establish his authority, he, the Southern Murong, would become a laughingstock!
Murong Fu shouted sharply, and his long sword was drawn from its sheath with a "clang," its light as sharp as a bolt of lightning, carrying a chilling aura, aimed straight at Huang Shang's throat! This sword strike was fast, accurate, and ruthless, fully demonstrating the essence of the Murong family's swordsmanship in Gusu!
However, facing this fierce sword, Huang Shang neither dodged nor avoided! His footwork suddenly became incredibly mysterious, and as his figure swayed, he left behind several afterimages that were difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion! His steps seemed chaotic and disordered, yet they conformed to some kind of universal principle. He moved and turned within a small space, allowing Murong Fu's sword, which he was determined to strike, to barely graze past the hem of his clothes!
"What kind of movement is this?"
"Neither drunk nor sober, neither dreaming nor waking! I can't see the way things are at all!"
"This Wudang sect leader actually possesses such unpredictable and supernatural lightness skills?"
Even Qiao Feng and Xie Xiaoyu couldn't help but turn to look at Qiao Tian, their eyes filled with questions.
Qiao Tian spread his hands, a helpless smile on his face, and said, "Don't look at me. This kid has a strange set of skills, most of which he figured out on his own in seclusion. As his master, I really didn't teach him many of them."
Jinzha's eyes lit up, and he excitedly growled, "I knew it! Senior brother must have been hiding something! That movement technique is so cool! He didn't even teach me!"
In the arena, Murong Fu's sword missed its mark, and he felt a slight chill. He changed his sword technique, transforming it into a sky full of sword shadows that enveloped Huang Shang like a storm! It was the exquisite swordsmanship of the Murong family!
Huang Shang remained calm. As the sword tip approached his body, he neither blocked nor parried. He slightly spread his five fingers on his right hand, seemingly slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he met the sharp sword with unparalleled precision!
Everyone was shocked again:
"He actually met the sword with his bare hands?"
"Are you seeking death?"
However, the expected scene of blood and gore did not occur!
Huang Chang's five fingers seemed to contain some kind of peculiar power. The moment they touched the sword, they did not clash hard, but rather adhered to and wrapped around it like flowing water! His wrist flicked and pressed down in an extremely subtle way!
"Om-!"
The steel longsword let out a mournful cry, and the blade, held by his five fingers, visibly bent into a breathtaking arc!
A subtle yet overwhelming force emanated from the sword, causing Murong Fu to feel a violent tremor in his hand, almost causing him to lose his grip on the hilt! He was horrified; how could this seemingly weak scholar possess such strange and powerful strength?
He made a snap decision, abruptly releasing his grip on the sword and retreating rapidly to create distance between himself and Huang Shang, his face extremely grim.
Huang Shang casually tossed the bent longsword to the ground as if it were scrap metal, looking calmly at Murong Fu with a faint hint of mockery on his lips.
"Hmph! Relying solely on brute force!" Murong Fu suppressed his shock and anger, took a deep breath, and drew mysterious trajectories with his hands in front of his chest. His aura suddenly became ethereal and unpredictable! An invisible force field spread out from him, and the air seemed to become viscous and distorted!
The Murong family's ultimate martial art has finally been unleashed!
With a flick of his wrists, he seemed to bring the surrounding airflow, light, and even his opponent's attack intent under his control, preparing to fight fire with fire!
"Cousin, be careful! His martial arts are strange. His aim is to 'neutralize' and 'guide,' not simply to take the blow head-on! We need to use speed to attack his movements and target the key points of his technique!" Wang Yuyan anxiously reminded him from the sidelines. She had studied martial arts extensively and had noticed some clues about Huang Shang's methods.
However, Murong Fu was now in a difficult situation. Although he listened to his cousin's reminder, he was even more convinced of the supreme mystery of his own family's "Star Shift" technique!
Huang Shang watched Murong Fu's solemn and composed demeanor, which stirred the surrounding energy, his eyes remaining calm and undisturbed. Within his body, the pure innate true energy that naturally arose from compiling the "Ten Thousand Longevity Daoist Canon" flowed and merged slowly with the profound principles of the "Nine Yin Manual" that he had comprehended.
He silently recited in his heart:
"Master, Chang'er will certainly live up to your expectations."
"Today, let the world see the true foundation upon which Wudang stands!"
The next moment, he moved!
There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a natural harmony with heaven and earth!
"Actions speak louder than words, for those who act boldly will surely win!" (His seemingly casual steps instantly penetrated the weakest point in Murong Fu's Star Shifting Force Field!)
The force of the attack melted away, and the force of the attack vanished! (The energy that Murong Fu had drawn struck him was like a clay ox sinking into the sea; the force of the attack was dissolved, and the force of the attack was eliminated!)
The fist was unintentional, the intention was unintentional, yet the intention lay within the unintentionality! (Huang Shang's attacks came without warning, seemingly effortless, yet each strike targeted the slightest flaw in Murong Fu's transitions between moves!)
Using someone else's strength to control them, adapting to the situation! (He didn't directly confront the power of the "Shifting Stars" technique, but instead utilized the gaps in Murong Fu's own power created by his own internal energy flow, like a skilled butcher effortlessly dissecting an ox!)
Rather than attacking from three directions, it's better to strike through the center! (Murong Fu waved his palms to protect himself, but Huang Chang ignored him, his finger flashing like lightning, piercing straight into the center of his chest!)
The mysterious force field surrounding Murong Fu dissipated abruptly, like a balloon punctured by a needle! He let out a muffled groan, and his central gate swung wide open!
...A glint flashed in Huang Chang's eyes, and his long-prepared killing move was unleashed!
He transformed his fingers into claws, his movements swift as lightning, fierce and unparalleled, leaving behind afterimages. His clear shouts were like the clash of cold jade, each move drawing upon the supremely yin and supple yet indestructible Nine Yin True Qi within his body.
"Sever the summit of Kunlun!" (Two fingers, like hooks, aimed straight for Murong Fu's eyes! Murong Fu looked up in shock, narrowly dodging, but the force of the fingers still drew blood from his forehead!)
"Second Lock on the Netherworld Throat!" (A claw reached down, aiming for the philtrum! Murong Fu hastily blocked, his arm throbbing with pain!)
"Three strikes to the Sun and Moon Horns!" (A gust of wind swept past, leaving bloody marks on Murong Fu's cheek, his ears ringing!)
"Four Shakes of the Heart Monkey Palace!" (A palm strike imbued with subtle yet powerful force landed solidly on Murong Fu's chest!)
"Fifth move, White Tiger Shoulder!" (With a backhand swipe, he grips the shoulder blade, a faint cracking sound echoing.)
"Six-Crushing Azure Dragon Knee!" (His toe flashed out like lightning, striking precisely the back of his knee!)
"Seven Breaks - Profound Yellow - Reversing Heaven and Earth!" (The final strike, true energy surges and converges throughout the body, yin giving rise to yang, a claw strike is unleashed, as if drawing upon the power of heaven and earth, slamming fiercely into his chest and abdomen!)
The sickening sound of bones cracking was clearly audible!
"puff--!"
Murong Fu could no longer hold on. He spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs. He flew backward like a kite with a broken string and crashed heavily to the ground. His face was ashen, and his breath instantly became extremely weak!
Deathly silence!
Everyone was stunned speechless by Huang Chang's ghostly movements, his insightful combat wisdom, and his final, fierce, and domineering seven-claw combo that completely overwhelmed everyone in the blink of an eye!
Qiao Tian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.
Qiao Feng and Xie Xiaoyu stared wide-eyed. Even with their keen eyesight, they were deeply shocked by Huang Shang's extraordinary yet incredibly powerful martial arts.
Jinzha was so excited he almost jumped up, his eyes filled with boundless admiration as he looked at his senior brother: "Senior brother! Awesome! This is the true leader of our Wudang Sect!"
For the first time, Yao Yao's usually cool and aloof eyes shone with an unusual brilliance for her fellow disciples.
Wang Yuyan helplessly covered her mouth, her eyes filled with despair. All her martial arts knowledge seemed so pale in the face of Huang Shang's natural and unpredictable attacks.
Just as Huang Shang was about to step forward and remove the token from Murong Fu's body—
"You brat! How dare you!"
A sharp screech, like the cry of an owl, suddenly rang out from the edge of the square!
A dark shadow swept through the crowd like a ghost, moving at incredible speed, carrying a chilling and suffocatingly terrifying palm force that struck Huang Chang directly in the back!
It was something that had been lying in wait for a long time—
Chapter 125 Thunderous Strike
"You brat! How dare you!"
Murong Bo was filled with shock and rage as he watched the Murong clan's greatest secret about to be exposed! He had spent his entire life in hiding, painstakingly working towards the "restoration of the Great Yan," how could he allow it all to be destroyed in an instant?! Seeing Huang Shang's strange martial arts skills, he wasn't confident he could kill him with a single blow, but he couldn't care less at this moment. His figure shot out like a ghost, his palm strike chilling and piercing, aimed straight at Huang Shang's back! This palm strike contained decades of his accumulated power, determined to succeed!
However, Huang Shang seemed to have eyes in the back of his head! Just as the palm wind was about to strike, his body twisted strangely as if it had no bones, sliding away at an impossible angle like a wisp of green smoke. This was the ultimate movement technique from the Nine Yin Manual—Snake Walk and Fox Flip! At the same time, without turning his head, he flicked out a finger with his backhand. A strange true energy, extremely yin and cold yet condensed like a needle, swirled around his fingertip, silently targeting Murong Bo's wrist acupoint—Ghost Prison Yin Wind Finger!
Murong Bo felt a numbness in his wrist, and a chilling aura penetrated his meridians. He was shocked and withdrew his palm, his heart pounding: "This boy's martial arts are truly unheard of! His moves are unpredictable and impossible to defend against!"
He had barely regained his footing, and before he could utter a single polite word, a roar like that of a wounded lion, filled with overwhelming hatred and murderous intent, exploded forth:
"You old scoundrel! Prepare to die!!"
The sound arrived, and so did the man! Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot, as if he had gone mad. Thirty years of blood feud erupted completely at this moment! He didn't give Murong Bo any chance to speak. His figure shot out like a cannonball, and his palms struck out at the same time. The two Dragon Subduing Palms, Shocking Hundred Miles and Regretful Dragon, attacked from both sides. The palm force was fierce and unparalleled, like two golden dragons, determined to tear this culprit to pieces!
At the same time, Xie Xiaoyu remained silent, his body radiating a burst of pale golden light as he pushed the "Arhat Body" technique to its limit, transforming into a golden-armored war god. With the most penetrating and sudden attack of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, he struck directly at the center of the body! Meanwhile, Qiao Tian's black robe billowed, and the protective aura formed by his Nine Yang Limitless Skill was as scorching as a furnace. His movements were elusive, yet he arrived first despite being behind. He had already unleashed his Dragon Capturing Skill, and invisible energy locked onto Murong Bo's major acupoints, restricting his escape space!
Four people! From four directions! Carrying overwhelming killing intent and a blood feud of thirty years, without any nonsense or probing, they launched a thunderous and decisive attack!
Murong Bo was utterly shocked! In his entire life, he had never witnessed such a scene. They didn't even allow him an opening remark before launching such a ruthless attack?! He was frantic, desperately using his "Star Shift" technique to deflect the overwhelming force of Qiao Feng and Xie Xiaoyu's palm strikes, while simultaneously screaming towards the high platform, trying to grasp at his last straw:
"Brother Xuanci! Save me—!! I am Murong Bo!!"
That cry of "Brother Xuanci" struck Abbot Xuanci's heart like a thunderbolt! He trembled violently, his face turning deathly pale, and the prayer beads in his hand snapped with a "crack"! The long-buried past, the blood-red memories, surged into his mind like a tidal wave!
The crowd was in uproar!
"Murong Bo?! Wasn't he dead long ago?!"
“This…what on earth is going on?!”
Even Kumārajīva, who had been serving Xuancheng chicken, suddenly threw down the chicken leg, stood up abruptly, and looked at the scene with an incredulous astonishment on his face!
However, Qiao Tian's eyes remained as cold as ice, unwavering in the slightest! How could he give Murong Bo a chance to breathe? How could he allow Rong Xuanci to intervene? This villain is utterly wicked; he must be killed today!
"Kill!" Qiao Tian gave the order, and the four of them cooperated perfectly!
Qiao Feng and Xie Xiaoyu, relying on their powerful martial arts, were like two moving mountains, relentlessly attacking with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, refusing to retreat an inch! The two dragons unleashed their power simultaneously, their palm strikes complementing each other, fierce and unparalleled, forcing Murong Bo's Shifting Stars technique to become sluggish, forcing him to retreat continuously to deflect the force!
Just as Murong Bo's breathing became slightly disordered and his body froze due to the fierce palm strike—
Qiao Tian and Huang Shang made their move!
The two men moved like ghostly figures, one on the left and one on the right, instantly cutting into Murong Bo's vicinity!
Qiao Tian's five fingers, like hooks, contained the scorching heat and domineering power of the Nine Yang True Qi, as he unleashed the Shaolin ultimate technique, Dragon Claw Hand! A series of cracking sounds rang out! From the shoulder blade to the elbow joint, and then to the wrist! Under the intense and fierce claw force, the bones of Murong Bo's arm shattered inch by inch!
Huang Shang attacked simultaneously, unleashing the authentic Nine Yin Divine Claw, the essence of the Nine Yin Manual! His five fingers moved as if plucking strings or brushing leaves, seemingly graceful and gentle, yet incredibly precise, brushing across several key acupoints and meridian connections on Murong Bo's other arm!
Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian – Yunmen Point!
The Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming – Jianyu (LI15) acupoint!
Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian – Tianjing Point!
The Nine Yin True Qi contained in his fingertips was like an invisible fine needle, instantly penetrating acupoints, cutting off the flow of Qi and blood, and at the same time cleverly vibrating and dislocating the joints and ligaments!
Murong Bo felt his entire arm instantly go numb and throbbing with pain, as if it didn't belong to him. All his strength vanished in an instant, and a sickening cracking sound came from the joints. In a few seemingly casual flicks, his arm was instantly "disassembled," hanging limply, unable to exert any force anymore!
Immediately afterwards, Huang Chang's footwork was as smooth as flowing water. He closed in on Murong Bo's lower body and used the same Nine Yin Divine Claw technique, combined with exquisite footwork, his fingertips striking repeatedly!
Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian – Biguan Point!
Foot Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian – Huantiao acupoint!
Xiyan (ST36), Zusanli (ST36), Xuanzhong (GB39)...
He used the same exquisite technique to stroke and manipulate the key acupoints of the legs and feet, as well as the knee and ankle joints! Murong Bo felt his legs go weak, and his supporting strength was instantly drained. He felt a sharp pain and a sense of powerlessness in his knees and ankles as if the tendons were being forcibly twisted and the joints were being cleverly misaligned!
"Ugh—!" Murong Bo let out a scream of shock and anger. His limbs and joints were restrained by an extremely exquisite method that was almost "the way of nature". His body completely lost its balance and staggered like a puppet whose strings had been removed.
Just as he lost his balance and the goal was wide open!
Qiao Feng unleashed his final, long-awaited attack!
His hair and beard bristled, making him look like a god or demon; his voice, like thunder, contained thirty years of hatred and endless grief, echoing through the heavens.
"You old scoundrel! This palm strike is for my parents who died unjustly!!"
"This strike is for my clansmen who died unjustly!!"
"This palm strike is for the injustice I, Qiao Feng, have suffered today!!"
"Prepare to die!!"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The three strikes, each imbued with the full power of his life's work, were each more ferocious than the last, and landed solidly on Murong Bo's chest!
Murong Bo was like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood and accompanied by a series of chilling bone-crushing sounds. He was sent flying into the air by the terrifying force of the three combined blows, soaring straight into the sky!
The heroes were horrified and looked up to see Murong Bo being blasted into the sky like a tattered sack!
Qiao Tian, Xie Xiaoyu, and Huang Shang exchanged glances, and a tacit understanding suddenly arose between them!
The three figures simultaneously rose from the ground, like three bolts of lightning chasing after a deadly soul, arriving first despite being behind, and instantly catching up with Murong Bo, who was struggling helplessly in the air!
Qiao Tian pointed his fingers like knives, his Nine Yang True Qi sharp and unparalleled, aiming straight for his neck!
Xie Xiaoyu's fist was like a heavy hammer, and the power of the Arhat Body exploded, striking his waist and abdomen fiercely!