Chapter 51

Ouyang Feng and Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing, these two pairs of fighters ended up in a draw. Next, it was Ouyang Feng and Duan Zhixing, and Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi.

In the arena, Hong Qigong and Huang Yaoshi exchanged blows, and everyone could see that this match would also end in a draw. The two fought for a whole day, and the result was as expected. When Ouyang Feng and Duan Zhixing took the stage, the audience's expectations remained the same. The outcome was what everyone had guessed, but the process left many people amazed.

Whoosh! The power of the One Finger Zen shot through the air, and Ouyang Feng quickly dodged. Duan Zhixing pointed with both hands, and the power of the One Finger Zen forced Ouyang Feng to keep dodging. Occasionally, he would counterattack, but without any real force.

This scene made countless people widen their eyes, including Huang Yaoshi, Hong Qigong, and Wang Chongyang. What's going on? Why is the always dominant Ouyang Feng in such a predicament?

The three exchanged glances, and a hint of understanding appeared in their eyes. They realized that Duan Zhixing's One Finger Zen must be the counter to Ouyang Feng's Snake Creepers.

In terms of martial arts cultivation, the two were not far apart. In terms of techniques and internal energy, they were also not far apart. However, the scene was one where Duan Zhixing was pressing Ouyang Feng. This obvious situation was clear to everyone.

It turned out that the once mighty Snake Creepers had such a significant weakness.

After just half a day of fighting, Ouyang Feng stepped back in frustration. He looked at Duan Zhixing, his face filled with murderous intent, but he said, "Your Majesty Duan, this match is still a draw."

Duan Zhixing nodded slightly and said, "Agreed! Although my One Finger Zen counters your Snake Creepers, it's not possible to defeat you."

Ouyang Feng nodded and said nothing, then walked to the side and sat down. He had roamed the江湖 (jianghu) for half his life, and after creating the Snake Creepers, he rarely met his match. But today, he not only encountered three opponents on par with him but also a person who might be even stronger. What made him most frustrated was that the Duan family's One Finger Zen actually countered his Snake Creepers. This was a huge blow to the always confident Ouyang Feng, and even with a heart as hard as iron, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

With a murderous look, Ouyang Feng's gaze seemed to be fixed on Duan Zhixing, but a closer look revealed that his eyes were somewhat vacant. Others might not know, but Duan Zhixing could feel it. He knew that Ouyang Feng must have been deeply hurt. If it were him, he would probably be just as devastated.

'This way, I have one less opponent!' Just as Duan Zhixing felt a bit relieved, a chill ran down his back. He suddenly turned around and met Ouyang Feng's eyes, which were filled with murderous intent. Duan Zhixing's heart trembled, and he thought, 'I didn't expect him to recover so quickly. From the look of it, I need to be careful.'

Anyone who knows that a martial art counters their ultimate skill would have the urge to eliminate it. Duan Zhixing didn't know how others would act, but he knew that Ouyang Feng had already decided to kill, not just him but the entire Duan family. This made him extremely cautious.

It turned out that Duan Zhixing agreed to Wang Chongyang's exchange of the先天功 (Xiantian Gong) for the Duan family's One Finger Zen to guard against Ouyang Feng.

The prolonged fighting left many people exhausted. Although they hadn't participated, the intense focus on the battles had drained their mental energy. Bai Xiaosheng was no exception. He had long sat on the ground, minimizing his energy consumption to ensure he had ample spirit. He knew that Wang Chongyang was about to take the stage, and the moment to vie for the title of the greatest martial artist in the world had arrived!

Squinting, Bai Xiaosheng leaned against a large rock, his breathing faint, almost like a dead person. Looking around, many people were in similar states, but few could achieve such a state. This was also a reflection of their internal energy. In "The Return of the Condor Heroes," Hong Qigong could sleep on the peak of Mount Hua without a single snowflake touching him, which was a phenomenon that only occurred when one's internal energy reached a certain level. At that level, one could concentrate all their heat within their body, not wasting a single bit of energy. Although Bai Xiaosheng couldn't reach that level, he could still condense his internal energy and minimize his energy consumption.

After a night's rest, when the sun rose the next day, the five people, including Wang Chongyang, stood up on the mountain peak. They looked at each other, and the atmosphere around them was intense.

"Wang Chongyang, we four have already fought, how do you want to fight?" Ouyang Feng glared, his voice like metal grinding, making everyone's eardrums hurt.

Wang Chongyang smiled slightly and said, "Ha... Since Brother Ouyang asks, I'll be a bit presumptuous. You four can come at me together!"

You four can come at me together!

This sentence was not loud, but it echoed for a long time on the mountain peak, making everyone widen their eyes in shock, looking at Wang Chongyang in disbelief—was he crazy? How could he fight four people at once? Even if he was strong, it was impossible for one person to fight four.

"Ha... Good, good, really good!" To everyone's surprise, it was not Ouyang Feng but Huang Yaoshi who spoke first. His words sounded like praise, but his tone revealed that he was extremely angry. "Since Master Wang is so confident, I will show you my skills!" With that, he used the Finger Force technique, and a stone shot out with immense power, sweeping the cold air on the mountain peak.

Huang Yaoshi was exceptionally proud. He did not respect formalities but admired true heroes. Today, Wang Chongyang's arrogance had clearly enraged him. His attack was completely unrestrained, like a shock to the system.

"Since you want to fight four on one, don't blame me, Ouyang Feng!" Seeing Huang Yaoshi attack, Ouyang Feng instantly leaped into the air, pressing down on Wang Chongyang with lightning speed.

On the side, Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing did not attack, but their faces showed that they were also angry. Wang Chongyang's words were too disrespectful and infuriating.

Watching Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's attack, Wang Chongyang smiled slightly and swirled his fly whisk. An invisible force rushed out, and the delicate whisk bristles became abnormally hard. They wrapped around the stone Huang Yaoshi had thrown, turned, and released it, sending the stone flying upward. Ouyang Feng's expression changed slightly, and he kicked off the ground, quickly rising to avoid the stone attack.

He landed and exchanged a glance with Huang Yaoshi, and the two immediately attacked Wang Chongyang from both sides.

Wang Chongyang's fly whisk seemed to come alive, moving with both softness and hardness, protecting him from Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's attacks. Wang Chongyang stood there, not moving a muscle, and with just his fly whisk, he kept the two formidable opponents at bay, which was truly astonishing.

"Amazing!"

In the crowd, people started to chatter. They knew Wang Chongyang was strong, but no one expected him to be this strong. On the other side, the Seven True Disciples were proud, and the Old Fool was even more proud, laughing loudly and saying, "My senior brother is the greatest, those four are nothing."

On the peak, seeing that Huang Yaoshi and Ouyang Feng's combined attack couldn't even force Wang Chongyang to use his true skills, Hong Qigong and Duan Zhixing were shocked.

Could a person be this strong?

Go!

The two exchanged glances and charged forward. Hong Qigong leaped high into the air and used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Duan Zhixing followed, pointing at the air, and the power of the One Finger Zen shot out, aiming for Wang Chongyang's chest.

For a moment, Wang Chongyang faced the attack of four great masters!

"Break!" He shouted, and his fly whisk transformed into a flurry of snow-like threads, shooting out and forcing back the four masters. In the snow, Wang Chongyang discarded the broken fly whisk and said to the four, "Four of you, Wang Chongyang has learned from you!"

He gently waved his hands, and an invisible force swirled between his palms. The falling snow was gently pushed aside before it could touch him. This display of internal energy left the four masters in awe.

They exchanged glances and attacked from all four directions, surrounding Wang Chongyang. However, Wang Chongyang's bare hands blocked each of their attacks, leaving him unharmed.

This battle not only broadened the horizons of the audience but also left them in awe—this was Wang Chongyang!

In the arena, his hands moved swiftly, and his palm force crisscrossed, forming a net that trapped the four masters, leaving them helpless. Under his powerful palm force, whether it was Ouyang Feng's Snake Creepers, Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Huang Yaoshi's Finger Force, or Duan Zhixing's One Finger Zen, all their attacks were ineffective, while Wang Chongyang's continuous palm strikes left the four masters trembling with fear.

"Who would have thought that Master's Three Flowers Gathering Palm is so powerful?" On the side of the Complete Perfection Sect, the Seven True Disciples were also discussing. They practiced the martial arts passed down by Wang Chongyang, finding them profound, but they couldn't fully grasp their true power. Today, seeing Wang Chongyang display his might with the Three Flowers Gathering Palm, which left the four masters helpless, they were truly amazed.

"Yes! We usually don't find this palm technique hard to learn, but in Master's hands, it has such power..."

The seven disciples whispered to each other, their eyes filled with admiration. When would they reach Master's level?

In the crowd, Bai Xiaosheng was also watching intently. He compared his own palm technique with Wang Chongyang's and found that there was no comparison. In terms of the intricacy of the palm technique, the one he learned was not particularly intricate, but compared to Wang Chongyang's, it seemed not much different. However, in terms of power, well... it was better not to say! This was the difference in internal energy and cultivation.

Although he had mastered the palm technique, his understanding of it was far from adequate, and he couldn't exert much power. It was like the Taizu Long Fist in the hands of an ordinary person, which was a third-rate martial art, but in the hands of Qiao Feng, even a Shaolin master was no match.

This was the difference!

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