Chapter 67

Duan Yanqing, leaning on his crutches, stood in front of Ye Erniang, his expression unusually solemn. He regarded Chen Ang as his greatest rival in life. After their brief exchange, he realized that his martial arts were still three steps behind Chen Ang. This defeat was truly due to the disparity in strength.

When Chen Ang made his move, Duan Yanqing did not take it seriously. Only after their confrontation did he realize that this person's martial arts were unparalleled in the world, and he was no match for him. Understanding this, he decided to retreat and said in a deep voice, "The Great Shift of the Universe, I have heard of it. It is the supreme skill of the Ming Cult. So, you are the current leader of the Ming Cult. I had some connections with your predecessor, Fang La. Why are you so aggressive?"

The delegation from Western Xia arrived late and had not heard the news from the north. The young messenger who brought the news was still hiding to the side, trembling. The beggars suddenly realized, "So it's the Ming Cult's martial arts. We've never heard of such a thing, but the cripple guessed wrong. This person is not from the Ming Cult; he even pursued and killed the Ming Cult leader for over three hundred miles."

Some people thought even deeper, "The Ming Cult has such martial arts, so they must not be good people. This person not only destroyed their large sect, causing it to disintegrate, but also learned their most powerful martial arts. He is truly formidable."

As soon as Duan Yanqing spoke, he realized something was wrong. The mocking and derisive looks from the beggars made his heart sink. "Did I guess wrong? You are not from the Ming Cult?"

"You are half right, and you are one of the few in the martial world who are well-informed," Chen Ang smiled and said frankly, "The Ming Cult is secluded and isolated, making it extremely difficult for outsiders to learn about its internal affairs. Otherwise, the Great Shift of the Universe might not be overshadowed by the Murong family's Star Shift. Knowing this supreme skill of the Ming Cult, you have already surpassed ninety-nine percent of the elders in the martial world."

Elder Xu, standing beside him, blushed, but Duan Yanqing showed no joy and said solemnly, "But I still guessed wrong. What is your true background?"

"Regardless of your background, the Murong family's Star Shift has long been recognized as the best in the world. How can you make such baseless comments?" A warrior from Western Xia feinted a move, disengaged from Huang Shang, and appeared in front of Chen Ang.

"The ancestors of the Murong family, after catching a glimpse of the Ming Cult's martial arts, were able to create a skill that is no less than the Great Shift of the Universe. That is truly remarkable," Chen Ang used two 'remarkable' to greatly praise the Murong family.

The eyes of the Western Xia warrior flashed with a divine light, and he laughed loudly, "Using their methods against them, the ancestors of the Murong family were naturally geniuses. How can you, who have only learned a bit of their skills, dare to show off in front of the heroes of the world?"

"The Star Shift is indeed divine," Chen Ang's lips curled into a smile as he looked at the extremely self-satisfied Murong Fu, "But, the world is always advancing."

"Martial arts are like rowing against the current; if you do not advance, you will fall behind. The Star Shift in the hands of Murong Longcheng is truly exquisite, but in the hands of you and your descendants..."

Chen Ang looked coldly at Murong Fu, his words piercing his heart, "What is it worth?"

Murong Fu's face turned ashen, as if struck in his most unwillingly mentioned spot. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are not worthy, you are not worthy..."

"I am worthy," Chen Ang said calmly, "I have innovated the Great Shift of the Universe, elevating it to a new level. I am naturally qualified to comment on your family's martial arts."

"Murong Fu!"

Everyone was greatly shocked to hear this name. Wang Yuyan could not help but exclaim, and Feng Bo'e and Bao Buyi looked at the person on the field with excitement, glaring at the surrounding beggars.

Chen Ang looked at him and continued, "You have the ambition to restore your country, but unfortunately, your talent is lacking. You are shortsighted and unprincipled, struggling repeatedly, but it is all a futile dream."

"In martial arts, you are broad but not specialized; with great ambitions, you are mediocre. You struggle on the edge of a fleeting dream. In martial arts and character, you are inferior to Qiao Feng. In the ability to lead a rebellion, you are far behind the Ming Cult. You have nothing to be proud of except a false reputation. Being mentioned alongside Qiao Feng is a disgrace to him."

Seeing Murong Fu's face turn even darker, Chen Ang said calmly, "Your rebellion skills are not even worth my attention. I need to deal with the Ming Cult, my greatest threat, before I can deal with you, a minor nuisance."

"Enough!" Murong Fu shouted.

As soon as he spoke, his body seemed to be pulled, as if an invisible thread was lifting him. He moved strangely, appearing behind Chen Ang, and with a forceful finger, he used the 'Parting Finger' to strike Chen Ang.

The transmission elder of the Beggar Sect's face changed, exclaiming, "Hanging Silk Crossing!"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, even Duan Yanqing could not react. Seeing Murong Fu's movement, he thought, "This person's martial arts are good, but far inferior to that official. With the Hanging Silk Crossing, he should be able to hold his own for a couple of moves. If I join him, we might be able to match that person."

With this thought, he also lunged forward, his steel crutch striking, arriving before Murong Fu. The One Yang Finger was at its peak, capable of burning the body with yang fire.

The Parting Finger was fierce, and the One Yang Finger was powerful, both unparalleled in the world. Chen Ang felt a slight pain in his back and chest, even though the two were still several feet away. The power was truly terrifying.

Who in the world would dare to ignore these two finger techniques working together?

Chen Ang focused his mind, his right hand moving silently, bending his elbow, and moving like flowing water. His hands moved in a circle, the power alternating between fast and slow, restrained and internal, achieving a harmonious unity of intention, breath, form, and spirit.

Murong Fu felt his Parting Finger force being absorbed into a cotton-like substance, wrapped in a resilient and continuous force. His continuous strikes were deflected to the side, the force accumulating and being played with by Chen Ang's hands, unable to burst forth. After a while, he had accumulated the force of seven or eight strikes.

The steel crutch was no different. Duan Yanqing was drenched in cold sweat, his hands trembling, almost unable to hold on. The force was pulling him, and the One Yang Finger force was accumulating, beyond his control. Both were being manipulated by their martial arts, unable to control their movements, following Chen Ang's guidance.

In front of them, there seemed to be a soft force opposing their finger techniques, able to move and guide them. However, whenever they tried to withdraw their power, they felt a void, unable to release or withdraw their finger techniques, causing them great discomfort.

Unconsciously, Chen Ang had observed and studied the techniques of the Parting Finger and the One Yang Finger. When he came to his senses, he saw Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu drenched in sweat, almost exhausted. Their power, controlled by Chen Ang, was about to burst, and if he slightly withdrew, it would cause them to bleed from the seven orifices and their internal organs to be destroyed.

The beggars were shocked, unable to believe what they saw. The two experts were being manipulated like puppets, standing and jumping as Chen Ang wished, a scene both ridiculous and tragic.

But no one in the crowd smiled; they only felt silent and sad. Murong Fu was ashamed and furious, shouting in the field, "Will you kill me or not? Will you kill me or not?"

Wang Yuyan almost shed tears, seeing Duan Yu standing nearby, helpless. She quickly said, "Duan Gongzi, save my cousin."

Duan Yu, hearing her call, felt a deep sorrow. "Wang Girl is worried about her cousin. If we were in a different place, would she call for me? No, Wang Girl is kind-hearted; she would be worried about anyone in this situation. What am I worth? She always likes her cousin."

Thinking this, he felt a sense of hopelessness and closed his eyes, rushing into the circle Chen Ang had drawn.

"Good move! Let me give you a big gift!" Chen Ang smiled, guiding the two forces around Duan Yu, striking and lifting his hands to meet the fingers of the two. The Northern Sea Divine Skill sensed the internal energy and automatically activated.

A continuous flow of internal energy from Murong Fu and Duan Yanqing flowed into Duan Yu's body. The Northern Sea Divine Skill absorbed the energy, and it vanished instantly. Only Chen Ang noticed the subtleties, controlling the flow of the two finger techniques to prevent Duan Yu from being injured.

After learning the subtleties, Chen Ang released the two, sending Duan Yu several feet away.

Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu were pale and breathless. Duan Yanqing, supported by Ye Erniang, could barely walk, while Murong Fu fell to the ground, completely disheveled, losing his previous dignity. Ah Bi cried out and pushed the beggars aside to help him up.

The beggars did not make things difficult for the young girl, but Murong Fu struggled, pushing Ah Bi away, saying fiercely, "I don't need help." He looked panicked and anxious, "Where is my internal energy? Where is my internal energy?"

Ah Bi sobbed, "Young Master!"

Murong Fu laughed wildly, as if mad, pushing Ah Bi away, "I haven't lost yet!"

Chen Ang sighed and slowly walked to Murong Fu, "You haven't lost. Losing five layers of internal energy doesn't mean you are finished. Steel is forged through repeated tempering. Those who achieve great things have all endured hardships. Your behavior is truly contemptible."

Murong Fu's expression struggled for a moment, but he finally calmed down. He straightened his appearance and said silently, "You have won!" He struggled to stand up, his face showing more determination.

Compared to before, he had a different aura, a sense of movement.

Chen Ang turned to Ye Erniang and said coldly, "I hope you will be at the Shaolin meeting. Regardless of joy or sorrow, retribution will come. You must face it. Are you willing to go?"

Ye Erniang was silent for a while, her voice dry, "Is it about my enemy?"

"Half a life of fate, half a life of sorrow!" Chen Ang did not answer directly.

Ye Erniang said solemnly, "I am willing to go." She looked up, her eyes shining, and said calmly, "There is always a voice urging me, saying I won't regret it. Is that right?"

Chen Ang did not answer her, looking around the chaotic scene, and killed Hailian Tieshu with a palm. He patted Duan Yu's shoulder and said, "Prince, we should go!"

Duan Yu was startled and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Follow Murong Gongzi to Yanziwu!"

PS: There will be another chapter at ten o'clock. I'll see if I can write a third chapter today. If not, it will be added tomorrow.