Both n were deeply skilled, and from the very start, they employed the unparalleled martial arts of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
In an instant, the wind howled like countless sharp blades frantically slicing through the air, producing a piercing ’whoosh’ sound.
Waves of energy rolled like surging tides, one after the other, lifting the muddy water from the ground several ters high, forming murky water columns.
Their figures appeared and disappeared in the wind and rain, with each clash causing the surrounding air to tremble incessantly, producing a dull ’buzzing’ sound as the air groaned in agony under the powerful palm force.
After more than ten exchanges, Zhong Renwang was secretly astounded and couldn’t help but exclaim, "To think that at such a young age, you wield the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms so skillfully, each move and form not inferior to mine at all! No wonder you were able to defeat Xie Luo Jia. Today, our Beggar Gang must asure strength with you!"
As he spoke, he slightly furrowed his brows, the wrinkles on his forehead like deep ravines, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. As the Beggar Gang Leader, he had road the martial world for many years and rarely encountered opponents who could match him in martial arts.
At this mont, Shi Feiyang’s performance brought Zhong Renwang a whole new perspective on this young man. His heart couldn’t help but be filled with a complex mix of emotions, both marveling at Shi Feiyang’s prowess and feeling the unwillingness of a leader being challenged.
As Shi Feiyang had read the Nine Yin Scripture countless tis, his understanding of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was profound. The essence of the Nine Yin Scripture was integrated into his palm techniques, making his palm force more robust and his moves more unpredictable.
After several dozen more rounds, Zhong Renwang gradually felt overwheld. It seed as though every ti he exchanged palms with Shi Feiyang, he was contending against a mighty mountain, the powerful countershock making his arm numb, as if countless steel needles were piercing through it.
At this mont, fine beads of sweat began to form on Zhong Renwang’s forehead, mixing with the rain and sliding down his cheeks like a string of broken pearls. His breathing beca rapid, his chest heaving violently like stormy waves, each breath accompanied by heavy panting.
At this mont, Zhong Renwang’s heart involuntarily surged with panic. As the Beggar Gang Leader, he had never been in such a dire state during a fierce battle. He began to realize he might have grossly underestimated Shi Feiyang’s strength, deep within him arose an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if he was on the edge of a cliff, where a single misstep could plunge him into a bottomless abyss.
Zhong Renwang’s movents gradually slowed, and his reactions were not as sharp as before.
Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ move ’Dragon Fights in the Wild.’ At this ti, the clouds in the sky grew increasingly thick, like a collapsing black mountain, accumulating destructive power for this decisive battle.
The clouds churned and rolled, producing a low rumble as if demons were roaring.
But then Shi Feiyang suddenly roared, "Master Zhong, take this!" His voice carried the joy of victory and an arrogant aura, piercing through the thick clouds and echoing across the world like a thunderclap, hurting the ears of all who heard it.
Shi Feiyang’s palm, carrying imnse force, swiftly struck towards Zhong Renwang’s chest, enveloped in endless power, compressing the air to produce a ’hissing’ sound.
Unable to evade, Zhong Renwang was struck heavily by Shi Feiyang’s palm, his body involuntarily flying backward, with a heavy ’thud,’ he fell hard onto the ground, splashing up a muddy water that engulfed his ragged body.
"Master Zhong, you are gracious." Shi Feiyang said coldly, a hint of disdain in his eyes.
At this mont, the wind and rain gradually subsided, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds like a golden divine light, shining upon Shi Feiyang, accentuating him like a War God descended to earth. He gazed down at the fallen Zhong Renwang, his expression seeming to look down on an ant.
Shi Feiyang’s voice echoed in the silence after the storm, with a proud montum, announcing his invincibility to the world. The voice, like a mighty bell, resonated in the vast emptiness, lingering for a long ti.
Zhong Renwang lay on the ground, his face pale as paper, devoid of any color, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.
He never expected that, as the illustrious Beggar Gang Leader, he would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.
Those around were stunned by this scene, their faces filled with shock and confusion. This fierce battle shattered their understanding of the martial world, and a deep sense of awe for Shi Feiyang’s strength erged in their hearts.
The mbers of the Beggar Gang gathered around, wanting to help Zhong Renwang up, but were stopped by a wave of his hand.
He struggled to stand up, looking at Shi Feiyang, with a complex expression in his eyes—reverence, unwillingness, and resignation.
At this mont, Zhong Renwang’s figure was slightly hunched, losing the previous dignity of a gang leader.
This defeat was a massive blow to him; he realized that in this Jianghu, there were still many unknown strong individuals, and his authority was not unshakable. A sense of an aging hero’s desolation welled up within him.
"Young Hero Shi, marvelous martial arts!" Zhong Renwang said through gritted teeth, "Today, I, Zhong Renwang, am not as skilled; there’s nothing to say. But, as the Beggar Gang Leader, I beseech you, for the sake of martial unity, not to pursue this to the end. If the Divine Sword Manor truly perishes, the martial world might plunge into chaos."
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