Wuliang Guairen's Assault
A glint of surprise flashed through Wuliang Guairen's eyes."This boy's internal strength is formidable! Could it be… he truly inherited Master Yiye's teachings?" he thought.
But on the surface, he betrayed no fear—only a cold sneer."Not bad, kid. Let's see more!"
With a sudden motion, he sprang forward. His fingers darted out like vipers' tongues—swift and venomous.Wang Yun's eyes narrowed. His sword flashed out of its sheath with a ring, gleaming like a falling meteor. Sword aura surged, clearing the dust around them. He moved with the blade—the move: "Seeking the Way in the Cold Forest."
Cold and resolute, the sword intent asked questions—of the heart, of the foe, of the heavens.In the blink of an eye, sword met palm, light met shadow, striking from every angle.
Their forms crossed—swift as thunderclaps—filling the arena with killing intent.Dust swirled, wind howled. All onlookers held their breath.
The Interruption of Elder Qin Wei
Wuliang Guairen had acted not of his own accord, but to avenge the humiliation suffered by the Black Dragon Sect and its master, Murong Gui.In Jianghu, men fought and died for pride, for status, for vengeance.And sometimes—for nothing more than ego.
Suddenly, a shadow fell.A deep, thunderous voice rang out:"Are you the one they call Wuliang Guairen?"
The man who stepped into the arena wore dark robes, his presence calm and mighty.He was Qin Wei, the Dragon Elder of True God Palace.His eyes glowed with stern light, his steps heavy and stable.At his appearance, even the crowd stepped back in awe.
Wuliang Guairen raised a brow and snorted:"I am. And you are?"
Qin Wei's voice was deep and steady:"Qin Wei, Elder of the True God Palace. Young Hero Wang has fought two intense duels. Since today's gathering is in the spirit of friendly exchange, it is improper to take advantage of his fatigue. Allow me to face you instead. Let it be a fair match—nothing more."
Wuliang Guairen let out a scornful laugh.Without warning, he shouted and attacked, launching his palms like a storm. Each strike was heavy, direct, and aimed at Qin Wei's vital points.
The crowd gasped."Truly a treacherous man—attacking before the match even begins!"
But Qin Wei was no ordinary martial artist.Anticipating the ambush, he spun aside.His robes flared like dragon wings as he twisted, sidestepped, and countered with a palm strike of his own—CRACK!Their palms collided, a thunderclap splitting the air. Both men staggered back.
Qin Wei's gaze turned razor-sharp."There's an old saying," he said coldly, "'A petty man bears no weight; the immeasurable bears true greatness.' Seems the rumors about you were accurate."
Wuliang Guairen laughed strangely."Enough talk. Let's settle this with our fists!"
With a shrill whistle, he advanced again—palms raised, dark energy swirling, slicing through the wind.Qin Wei evaded, his form flowing like mist. With a fierce twist, he struck toward Wuliang's shoulder, his palm imbued with coiled, destructive energy.
Clash of the Titans
Their duel reignited—fists and palms flying like a storm.
Wuliang's strange techniques came in erratic bursts—at one point, he somersaulted mid-air and crashed down from above, palms pounding like twin hammers.
Sensing the danger, Qin Wei spun with a shift of weight, exchanging positions mid-air, his palms flowing to the chest like water striking stone.
BOOM!Another jarring impact echoed.This time, Wuliang didn't dodge—he matched strength for strength.
Their palms collided again.A shockwave rippled out—forcing the crowd back three full steps.
Qin Wei stepped back two paces.Wuliang only took one—grinning:"Your technique is strong… but your internal power? Still lacking."
Qin Wei's eyes flared with determination."You dare belittle the might of True God Palace?"
With a sudden leap, he unleashed "Soaring Eagle, Coiling Dragon"—launching forward like a falcon, twisting like a dragon.Before his palm even reached, the wind crashed like waves.
Feeling the oppressive force, Wuliang dared not be careless—he braced, throwing both palms forward.
Qin Wei pressed the attack—four consecutive strikes, each heavier than the last.Every blow roared like thunder, each one precise and relentless.
Wuliang, relying on his deep internal strength, didn't dodge—he blocked each one.But:
First strike—he staggered one step back.
Second—his energy swirled chaotically.
Third—his face paled.
Fourth—BAM! He reeled, blood surging, legs wobbling as if drunk.
He gritted his teeth, barely remaining upright.
Qin Wei stood firm, calm as a mountain."So? Lost for words, now?"
Defeat and Withdrawal
All eyes turned to Wuliang Guairen.
His face had gone pale. A thread of black blood crept from the corner of his mouth.He had overestimated himself—his body, battered and his organs damaged.
From the crowd, the Twin Devils of Dianxi rushed in.They caught him before he collapsed.
"Brother, stay calm! Focus your breath!"They helped him sit cross-legged by the arena, shielding him as he began healing meditation.
The entire field fell silent again.
Everyone was in awe—of Qin Wei's power, and his unshakable will.
A New Challenger: The Right Dharma King
At that moment, Tuoba Xinge, Palace Lord of True God Palace, called out with pride:"Our Dragon Elder has subdued the Wuliang Freak with blade and palm. Truly admirable! Since we duel in friendship—does the Black Dragon Sect have anyone else willing to exchange a few moves?"
The crowd erupted in cheers and approval.All knew the Black Dragon Sect's fearsome reputation. But today—they had suffered two defeats in a row.If they refused another match, their prestige would collapse.
Murong Gui's face twitched. His eyes scanned the crowd.He, ever the strategist, knew this day had turned against him.He had hoped to dominate the gathering—but now, they were the ones being overpowered.
He forced a smile, eyes unreadable."The Dragon Elder's skills are indeed admirable. But the Black Dragon Sect still has talent. Right Dharma King Shi Kai—step forward."
Before his words had faded, a figure flashed into the arena like a hawk.Shi Kai, robed in blue, landed gracefully, sword brows and starry eyes radiating arrogance.He clasped his fists and stood ready.
But just as tension swelled—a new voice thundered from the crowd.
The Peacemaker: Wu Tong of Zhongyi Hall
"Masters Murong and Tuoba—esteemed heroes of our generation!"The voice was rich and sonorous, like the tolling of a great bell.
"Since this gathering is for friendly exchange, why not settle things directly—with a duel between you both? Let not the crowd depart in regret!"
A ripple spread through the audience.
The speaker stepped forward, clad in iron-blue robes, boots etched with tiger patterns—his bearing upright and commanding.
Wu Tong, Master of the Hall of Loyalty and Righteousness.
His smile was calm. His eyes bright. He saluted both men and spoke with sincerity:
"Gentlemen, please forgive my boldness. I merely wish to mediate the misunderstanding between Heavenly Way Alliance and the Black Dragon Sect. If my words offend, I beg your pardon."
Murong Gui's eyes narrowed. He hadn't expected Wu Tong's arrival."So this man's behind it all. No wonder Wang Yun dared challenge us," he thought.
He masked his frustration with a sneer:"So Wu Tong of Zhongyi Hall is here. No wonder Wang Yun acted so boldly today."
Wu Tong laughed openly, without fear:"Wang Yun is a young hero of unmatched talent. He relies on his own sword—not on my support."
He spoke the truth.Though Wu Tong led a powerful alliance, he never abused his position. He had simply arrived by chance, and now spoke up to defend justice.