Chapter 7

The next afternoon, on an open field ten miles away from Wang Family Village, Wang Yue had been standing there waiting for a long time.

All the villagers of Wang Family Village had come, and all the martial artists within the Suzhou region who could make it had also arrived.

It was rare to see Nan Murong engage in a duel.

Looking at Wang Yue, who was wearing a short leather outfit and standing on the open field, no one could believe he was a master.

"This young man is Wang Yue, but I don't see anything impressive about him."

"Yeah, look at his innocent face. Even if he started practicing from the womb, how powerful could he be?"

"Wang Yue is going to embarrass himself. How could he possibly win against Nan Murong?"

"Village Chief Wang Yue is really unlucky to receive a challenge from Nan Murong. Sigh, I hope Nan Murong shows mercy and doesn't take his life."

No one present thought Wang Yue would win.

Looking at the sun, Wang Yue said不满地: "How can Nan Murong have no sense of time? Doesn't he know that being late is very impolite?"

A commotion sounded, and Murong Fu arrived!

Murong Fu was dressed in white, followed by Wang Yuyan, Ajuzhu, Bao Buli, and Feng Bo'e.

Murong Fu was about to step onto the field when Wang Yuyan suddenly reminded him, "Cousin, be careful. If you can't win, just admit defeat. Losing to the mysterious Neijia Quan isn't shameful."

Murong Fu agreed. Even if he lost, he would only be losing to Neijia Quan, not to Wang Yue.

If he had the Neijia Quan technique, his achievements would definitely surpass Wang Yue's. Wang Yue was just lucky to have obtained the Neijia Quan technique.

"Master, be careful," Ajuzhu, Bao Buli, and Feng Bo'e all looked worried.

Wang Yue, seeing Murong Fu step onto the field, smiled and said, "Young Master Murong, let's get this over with quickly. I need to go home for dinner. I even postponed important work for today's duel."

Wang Yue's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached every martial artist's ears.

The martial artists' faces changed. Wang Yue didn't use any true qi to speak.

Many of the experts present could use true qi to transmit sound, but no one could do it without true qi like Wang Yue.

Even before the battle began, Wang Yue's ability to control his voice had already impressed many.

"Wang Yue, I didn't expect that in just four years, your martial arts have reached such a level. Truly commendable," Murong Fu smiled. Four years ago, Wang Yue was just an unremarkable martial artist in his eyes, but today, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, Nan Murong. Fate was indeed capricious.

Wang Yue sensed the true qi fluctuations in Murong Fu's body and smiled, "You're not bad either. Your true qi is even more substantial than four years ago. I imagine your martial arts have also greatly improved."

Wang Yue mobilized his qi and blood, and the sound of the qi and blood flow could be heard by all the martial artists present.

This qi and blood, this energy, were simply astonishing.

Murong Fu was surprised, "You're not using a weapon?"

Wang Yue replied, "I practice boxing."

For Neijia Quan practitioners, the whole body is a weapon.

"Then I'll have to offend you," Murong Fu drew his sword and used lightness skills, a sword aura rushing towards Wang Yue.

Wang Yue smiled, "Sword aura attack? It's just a waste of true qi, flashy but impractical. My body now, even real weapons might not harm it, let alone just a sword aura."

When the sword aura struck Wang Yue's body, everyone around let out a gasp.

But when the sword aura shattered, their gasps were cut short like a duck's neck being grabbed.

Feng Bo'e's face changed, "Miss, Master's sword aura is extremely sharp. Why can't it even break through Wang Yue's body? Could he have practiced the Shaolin's Indestructible Body Technique?"

In the minds of these martial artists, the only technique that could withstand Murong Fu's sword aura was the Indestructible Body Technique.

Wang Yuyan shook her head, "It's not a protective technique. Wang Yue's body is just too strong, so his defense is also astonishing. Ordinary attacks are useless. This is the wonder of Neijia Quan."

Protective techniques have weak points, but Neijia Quan does not.

Murong Fu, like a butterfly, danced around Wang Yue, his attacks fierce, but he couldn't harm Wang Yue.

After reaching the Hidden Power level, Wang Yue's reaction speed and speed had increased several times.

Murong Fu's attacks seemed very fast to others, but to Wang Yue, they were like slow-motion. He dodged each attack with ease.

This was the realm of Subtle Power. In a small space, a Subtle Power martial artist could control the battlefield.

"Murong Fu, your speed is too slow. Such attacks can't harm me. Be faster," Wang Yue's voice was calm.

The martial artists around were in an uproar. Wang Yue's speed was too fast, and he always returned to his original position after moving, giving the impression that he hadn't moved at all.

But Murong Fu's attacks couldn't harm him, which was quite strange.

Is Wang Yue human or a ghost?

Wang Yuyan was anxious. Wang Yue hadn't even attacked and was already invincible.

Wang Yue's speed was too fast, and Murong Fu's attacks were completely ineffective.

Actually, Wang Yue's lightness skills might not be as good as Murong Fu's. If they had to travel dozens of miles, Wang Yue would definitely lose. But in a small space, Murong Fu couldn't catch up.

"Miss, help Master. If this continues, Master will definitely lose," Feng Bo'e said anxiously.

Wang Yuyan was also anxious, "But I only have a superficial understanding of Neijia Quan and don't know how to help."

Wang Yue laughed loudly, "Murong Fu, from the start, you've used no less than thirty different martial arts. But you're mediocre in all of them. In this battle, you have no chance of winning. Since you want to see Neijia Quan, I'll grant your wish. See how many punches you can withstand."

Wang Yue's Hidden Power erupted, and the air around him seemed to be pierced by countless needles, distorting.

Hidden Power, soft yet sharp.

Wang Yuyan shouted, "Cousin, be careful, that's the Hidden Power of Neijia Quan!"

Wang Yue laughed, "Neijia Quan combines hardness and softness, and the transformation between Open Power and Hidden Power is at will. How could you guess it?"

With one punch, the air around him exploded.

This punch was pure Yang power, the peak of Open Power.

Murong Fu blocked with his sword.

"Bang!"

Murong Fu was pushed back, and the punch force sent him flying, trying to create distance from Wang Yue.

"Crack!"

Murong Fu's sword shattered, leaving only the hilt in his hand. His tiger's mouth was split, bleeding, and his entire arm was numb.

Wang Yue sneered, "After just one punch, you want to run? How could I let you go? Yu Bu!"

Wang Yue used Yu Bu, disappearing at a speed invisible to the naked eye, then suddenly appeared in front of Murong Fu.

"Second punch!"

Wang Yue's arm turned dark brown, veins bulging like steel, and his arm swelled to the size of a thigh.

This time, Wang Yue used Hidden Power.

Wang Yuyan's face changed. She knew her cousin couldn't withstand this punch. Wang Yue was too powerful, and his strength was too violent, far beyond what ordinary people could resist.

"Cousin, it's Hidden Power, use Duanzhu Xingyi!"

Wang Yuyan didn't know if the Duanzhu Xingyi technique of the Murong family could deflect the Hidden Power of Neijia Quan, but there was no other choice.

Murong Fu's face changed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and shouted, "Duanzhu Xingyi!"

Wang Yue sneered, "Duanzhu Xingyi is used to deflect true qi, it might not work against Hidden Power!"

"Boom!"

Murong Fu's protective true qi was scattered, and Duanzhu Xingyi failed to deflect the Hidden Power.

"Wang Yue, show mercy!"

Wang Yuyan shouted.

Wang Yue's fist stopped half an inch from Murong Fu's body.

The punch force shattered the clothes, leaving a clear red fist mark on Murong Fu's skin.

Wang Yue retracted his fist, and his arm returned to its original state, his skin as white as ivory, emitting a faint glow.

"Murong Fu, today, for Wang Yuyan's sake, I'll spare you," Wang Yue looked at Murong Fu and sneered, "Unfortunately, the name Nan Murong is undeserved. You can't even withstand two punches from an unknown young man."

Wang Yuyan stepped forward and said to Wang Yue, "Wang Yue, my cousin has already lost. Please say less."

Wang Yue laughed, "Alright, alright, I'll say less."

Feng Bo'e and Bao Buli helped Murong Fu up and asked, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

Murong Fu's eyes were filled with hatred, looking at Wang Yue as if he wanted to tear him apart.

Today, in front of so many martial artists, Murong Fu had lost all his face.

All this humiliation was given by Wang Yue.

Wang Yue didn't care about Murong Fu's gaze and smiled faintly, "Murong Fu, don't think that just because you have the name Nan Murong, you're the best in the world. Northern Qiao Feng earned his name through hard work, and it's well-deserved. But your name, Nan Murong, was left to you by your father, Murong Bo. In the martial world, there are many experts, more than you can count on one hand. These experts can crush you as easily as drinking water. In the future, be more humble."

Wang Yue glanced at Wang Yuyan, walked to her side, and whispered, "Wang Yuyan, the sacrifices you've made for your cousin may not be worth it."

After Wang Yue left, the people around finally came to their senses.

The villagers of Wang Family Village shouted loudly, "The village chief is so powerful! The village chief is a true master."

"Nan Murong, hah, what a waste of a name. He's simply no match."

"From now on, there will be no more Nan Murong. There will only be Southern Wang Yue."

"Village Chief Wang Yue is indeed a hidden master. This battle was truly spectacular."

The martial artists around were in an uproar.

"Wang Yuyan, let's go back," Wang Yuyan whispered.

Feng Bo'e also said, "Yes, Master, let's go back. We can come back to challenge Wang Yue after we improve our skills."

...

Murong Fu, with disheveled hair, sat on a boat, with Wang Yuyan beside him.

"Ah! I, Murong Fu, with my extraordinary talent and mastery of various martial arts, lost to an unknown young man, Wang Yue. I can't accept it! I can't accept it!"

Murong Fu shouted loudly.

Wang Yuyan said, "Cousin, you only lost to Neijia Quan. If you had the Neijia Quan technique, you could become an even more powerful master than Wang Yue."

As the boat approached Yanziwu, Murong Fu saw Abi in green clothes.

Murong Fu's eyes glowed with intense light.

"Abi is back, she must have obtained the Neijia Quan technique."

Murong Fu shouted in his heart, eager to rush to the shore.

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