King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 200: Chapter 121: The Grand Squad Leader Exposes the Martial Alliance’s Crimes; Beggar Gang Leader Attacks Shi Feiyang in Fury (4)

Both men were deeply skilled, and from the very start, they employed the unparalleled martial arts of Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

In an instant, the wind howled like countless sharp blades frantically slicing through the air, producing a piercing ’whoosh’ sound.

Waves of energy rolled like surging tides, one after the other, lifting the muddy water from the ground several meters high, forming murky water columns.

Their figures appeared and disappeared in the wind and rain, with each clash causing the surrounding air to tremble incessantly, producing a dull ’buzzing’ sound as the air groaned in agony under the powerful palm force.

After more than ten exchanges, Zhong Renwang was secretly astounded and couldn’t help but exclaim, ”To think that at such a young age, you wield the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms so skillfully, each move and form not inferior to mine at all! No wonder you were able to defeat Xie Luo Jia. Today, our Beggar Gang must measure strength with you!”

As he spoke, he slightly furrowed his brows, the wrinkles on his forehead like deep ravines, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. As the Beggar Gang Leader, he had roamed the martial world for many years and rarely encountered opponents who could match him in martial arts.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang’s performance brought Zhong Renwang a whole new perspective on this young man. His heart couldn’t help but be filled with a complex mix of emotions, both marveling at Shi Feiyang’s prowess and feeling the unwillingness of a leader being challenged.

As Shi Feiyang had read the Nine Yin Scripture countless times, his understanding of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was profound. The essence of the Nine Yin Scripture was integrated into his palm techniques, making his palm force more robust and his moves more unpredictable.

After several dozen more rounds, Zhong Renwang gradually felt overwhelmed. It seemed as though every time he exchanged palms with Shi Feiyang, he was contending against a mighty mountain, the powerful countershock making his arm numb, as if countless steel needles were piercing through it.

At this moment, fine beads of sweat began to form on Zhong Renwang’s forehead, mixing with the rain and sliding down his cheeks like a string of broken pearls. His breathing became rapid, his chest heaving violently like stormy waves, each breath accompanied by heavy panting.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang’s heart involuntarily surged with panic. As the Beggar Gang Leader, he had never been in such a dire state during a fierce battle. He began to realize he might have grossly underestimated Shi Feiyang’s strength, deep within him arose an unprecedented sense of crisis, as if he was on the edge of a cliff, where a single misstep could plunge him into a bottomless abyss.

Zhong Renwang’s movements gradually slowed, and his reactions were not as sharp as before.

Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms’ move ’Dragon Fights in the Wild.’ At this time, the clouds in the sky grew increasingly thick, like a collapsing black mountain, accumulating destructive power for this decisive battle.

The clouds churned and rolled, producing a low rumble as if demons were roaring.

But then Shi Feiyang suddenly roared, ”Master Zhong, take this!” His voice carried the joy of victory and an arrogant aura, piercing through the thick clouds and echoing across the world like a thunderclap, hurting the ears of all who heard it.

Shi Feiyang’s palm, carrying immense force, swiftly struck towards Zhong Renwang’s chest, enveloped in endless power, compressing the air to produce a ’hissing’ sound.

Unable to evade, Zhong Renwang was struck heavily by Shi Feiyang’s palm, his body involuntarily flying backward, with a heavy ’thud,’ he fell hard onto the ground, splashing up a muddy water that engulfed his ragged body.

”Master Zhong, you are gracious.” Shi Feiyang said coldly, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, the wind and rain gradually subsided, and a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds like a golden divine light, shining upon Shi Feiyang, accentuating him like a War God descended to earth. He gazed down at the fallen Zhong Renwang, his expression seeming to look down on an ant.

Shi Feiyang’s voice echoed in the silence after the storm, with a proud momentum, announcing his invincibility to the world. The voice, like a mighty bell, resonated in the vast emptiness, lingering for a long time.

Zhong Renwang lay on the ground, his face pale as paper, devoid of any color, his eyes full of shock and unwillingness.

He never expected that, as the illustrious Beggar Gang Leader, he would be defeated by Shi Feiyang.

Those around were stunned by this scene, their faces filled with shock and confusion. This fierce battle shattered their understanding of the martial world, and a deep sense of awe for Shi Feiyang’s strength emerged in their hearts.

The members of the Beggar Gang gathered around, wanting to help Zhong Renwang up, but were stopped by a wave of his hand.

He struggled to stand up, looking at Shi Feiyang, with a complex expression in his eyes—reverence, unwillingness, and resignation.

At this moment, Zhong Renwang’s figure was slightly hunched, losing the previous dignity of a gang leader.

This defeat was a massive blow to him; he realized that in this Jianghu, there were still many unknown strong individuals, and his authority was not unshakable. A sense of an aging hero’s desolation welled up within him.

”Young Hero Shi, marvelous martial arts!” Zhong Renwang said through gritted teeth, ”Today, I, Zhong Renwang, am not as skilled; there’s nothing to say. But, as the Beggar Gang Leader, I beseech you, for the sake of martial unity, not to pursue this to the end. If the Divine Sword Manor truly perishes, the martial world might plunge into chaos.”