Back in the day, Wu Tong had reached a critical juncture in cultivating the Beiming Palm's inner strength, mastering the level known as "Dragon-Tiger Convergence." With the help of "Tiger Among Men" Shi Yong, he broke through the seventh level of Beiming inner energy.
Now, his inner force was vast and unending—ceaseless and inexhaustible, his essence brimming with power.
At this moment, Sect Master Murong Gui of the Black Dragon Sect swept his arm in a wide arc and unleashed the devastating move "Omnipresence." In a flash, the wind howled, their robes fluttered, and the skies churned with rising clouds and gales. The two clashed, exchanging dozens of fierce moves.
Their shadows intertwined—attack met defense, techniques crisscrossed in rapid succession. Each displayed their unique martial skills with relentless momentum.
Murong Gui's "Seven Slashes of Dragon and Heaven" carried immense might, but it consumed inner force rapidly. Wu Tong, however, had no such concern. His internal energy surged endlessly.
With a tap of his toe, he leapt into the air. In an instant, he launched the move "Across the Sky", descending mid-air with both palms striking like thunderbolts.
Murong Gui, a true top-tier master, rooted himself in a deep stance, horse-stepping firmly as he met the palm strike head-on.
Bang!
A booming impact split the air as the two parted once more.
Wu Tong called out, "Sect Master Murong, your 'Seven Slashes of Dragon and Heaven' truly lives up to its name!"
Murong Gui replied, "An honor to exchange blows with Lord Wu. Let us continue!"
He soared forward with a leap like "a scallion pulled from dry earth". Left arm raised, he lunged straight for Wu Tong.
Wu Tong parried the strike. Murong Gui followed with a two-finger thrust. Wu Tong shifted his stance and slipped aside, then sent a palm strike crashing forth.
Murong Gui turned and blocked—yet that palm turned midway, changing into a punch aimed at his chest.
Startled, Murong Gui slapped the blow aside and retaliated with a swift strike of his own. Wu Tong's sleeve flicked, his arm twisted, and his countering palm chopped forth.
Murong Gui attempted to lock Wu Tong's wrist—but Wu Tong transformed palm into claw in an instant, grabbing and neutralizing the move.
The battle quickened.
Fists, palms, claws, finger strikes—blurring, twisting, shifting forms. Wu Tong now melded body and technique as one. With a sudden draw of the left hand, his palm shot forward like a bolt of lightning.
Murong Gui flipped his wrist and swept low across the ground. Wu Tong leapt to evade, shifting into a grappling move, launching a forward strike.
Murong Gui countered, flicking his wrist and slicing his right palm at a sharp angle. He unleashed the terrifying move "Heaven-Crushing, Earth-Destroying."The sweeping arc broke the air with a howl, crashing toward Wu Tong.
But Wu Tong, whose martial foundation was now deeply rooted in the seventh level of Beiming inner power, retreated two steps, absorbing the incoming force.
Murong Gui's palm was fierce, but his strength was already waning. Wu Tong seized the moment. Using retreat to advance, he adjusted his position and launched the "Six Illusory Palms."
Palm within fist, fist within palm, a storm of combinations.
Even a master like Murong Gui found himself overwhelmed—defending awkwardly, retreating too slowly.
Then came Wu Tong's double strike:"Illusion is Real" and "Reality is Illusion."
His arm blurred.Murong Gui's heart pounded. "These moves—so strange, so rare. Can I really block them?"
The two strikes intertwined illusion and truth, shifting from real to false in a heartbeat.
Murong Gui's inner force was now thin and drained. He had neither the strength nor the means to dodge or defend.His only chance was to meet Wu Tong's palm head-on. He flung out his own strike, hoping for a draw.
But his palm sliced the air—too late.
The force of Wu Tong's strike surged like a tempest into his chest.Bang!
Murong Gui staggered backward.
Wu Tong dashed forward like a gust of wind, fingers flashing like lightning—striking the acupoints on Murong Gui's chest.
Just then, Wu Tong recalled what Shi Yong had said at the Songshan Assembly:
"The martial world is in turmoil. Listen to this old man's advice:Good and evil, right and wrong, are not so easily divided.Soon, the armies of Tang and Yan will clash in a decisive battle.When that day comes, the tides of the world will be set.Let the court handle its affairs—and let the martial world resolve its own. Let each realm mind its own path."
Moved by those words, Wu Tong paused briefly. He cupped his fist and said,"Sect Master Murong, please forgive my offense."
Then, in one swift step, he released Murong Gui's sealed meridian.
Murong Gui's expression darkened. He said solemnly,"Lord Wu, I—Murong Gui—am a man of honor. As a sect master, I keep my word.Today I am defeated. I will leave—and I will not obstruct you further."
As the saying goes:
Why must dragons and tigers fight?Let no regret linger in this life.Palms flash like thunder and wind,Yet true heroes live up to their name.
Both men possessed extraordinary martial prowess and deep internal strength.This meeting of dragon and tiger was destined—an unavoidable clash of fate.
Yet as their battle concluded, each admired the other in their hearts.
This duel between Wu Tong and Murong Gui, Sect Master of the Black Dragon Sect, would go down as a legendary moment in the martial world—two masters, each loyal to their cause, testing their arts with honor.
Though they fought, it was with the grace and restraint of true gentlemen.It was an event to be remembered and revered.
Murong Gui, though defeated, remained a figure of great renown.Seeing him humbled, Ling Xian'er felt a sudden twinge of sympathy.
She gently said,"The martial world is vast—surely there is still a place for the Black Dragon Sect.Sect Master Murong, a true hero adapts to the times."
Murong Gui's lips moved, but no words came.His sorrowful expression was heart-wrenching.
Though he could not return to the Yan court's side, as Ling Xian'er said—the world is wide, and there is always somewhere to belong.
At this moment, Liu Yun, seeing the atmosphere turn heavy, shifted the topic.
"Sect Master Murong," she said with a half-smile, "why didn't we see Jia Yong with you this time?"
Murong Gui let out a long breath and sighed,"The Black Dragon Sect is a small temple—unable to house a large monk.Jia Yong is proud and arrogant, obsessed with fame and fortune, yet lacks real discipline.He indulges in wine, women, and worldly pleasures. His martial arts have grown weaker by the day.How could such a man be called a 'rising star'?"
With grand ambition but shallow skill, great things cannot be achieved.With strong will and diligent study, the tiger gains wings.
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