Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Qiao Feng strode forward with the air of a dragon and the strength of a tiger, blocking the way for Jingzhe and the other two. He stared sharply at Yelü Hong and said in a bold tone, "Master Yelü, it is beneath your dignity to bully three juniors."

Yelü Hong steadied his breathing, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he sneered: "Beggar Clan Leader, I didn't expect the Song Dynasty Beggar Clan to interfere as well. It seems you really intend to tear up the Treaty of Shanyuan?"

"The Treaty of Shanyuan was a last resort. The Liao cavalry has raided southwards many times over the years. Why didn't they mention the Treaty of Shanyuan back then?"

"Besides, the land of Yan and Yun is the homeland of the Great Song Dynasty. You Liao people have occupied my territory and killed my people. As the leader of the Beggars' Sect, I should protect my Song people."

As soon as Qiao Feng finished speaking, his true energy surged, revealing the domineering power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Yelü Hong's eyes flashed with murderous intent: "Since you're courting death, then stay here with me!"

Before he finished speaking, he leaped up and unleashed the Azure Dark Palm once more. The palm force was even more powerful, and the pale white energy swept across the entire area. The nascent field became clearer and clearer, firmly enveloping Qiao Feng and attempting to suppress his movements.

Instead of retreating, Qiao Feng advanced, letting out a loud shout as he swung his right palm, golden dragon energy swirling around it, shouting, "The dragon soars too high and regrets!"

The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were powerful, fierce, and domineering. The golden dragon energy collided with the pale white palm wind, creating another loud bang and a towering shockwave.

Fortunately, most of the staff and shopkeepers had already run away as soon as the fight started, and the remaining customers were not ordinary people either.

"Good! Such a young master of the Profound Realm cannot be allowed to live!" Yelü Hong chuckled, and the two continued their fight.

Both were masters of palm techniques, and neither used any weapons throughout the entire exchange. Even their fighting styles were somewhat similar, both following a powerful and vigorous path.

However, Yelü Hong's skill was deeper and his realm was higher, so in their initial encounters, Qiao Feng was slightly at a disadvantage.

However, Qiao Feng became more and more courageous in battle. His Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms were fierce and his palm power was inexhaustible. Moreover, unlike other masters, he did not rely solely on his internal energy. He was also a top-notch external martial arts master with an incomparably strong physical body.

As the fight reached its climax, he suddenly incorporated Taizu Long Fist into his palm techniques. The moves were simple and unadorned, yet each strike targeted vital points. The alternation of fist and palm, combining hardness and softness, gradually turned the tide of the battle.

"Dragons fight in the wild!"

Qiao Feng struck out with his left palm, and golden dragon energy surged forth, like a giant dragon galloping, heading straight for Yelü Hong's heart.

Yelü Hong's expression hardened, and he hurriedly swung his palm to block. The Azure Nether Palm and the Dragon Subduing Palm collided again. He felt a sharp pain in his palm, his blood and qi surged, and he staggered back two steps, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He hadn't expected Qiao Feng to be so strong in actual combat, and his palm strikes were so domineering that they far surpassed those of other masters at the same level.

"What a magnificent Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms!"

Yelü Hong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with even more killing intent. He fully unleashed his aura, and a pale white energy enveloped the entire inn.

He swung both palms simultaneously, combining their power, and the force swept over the ground like a tsunami, carving out trenches in the ground.

Qiao Feng's expression was solemn, and he dared not be careless. He unleashed all the golden dragon energy around him.

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

He leaped into the air, his palm strike descending from above like a giant dragon swooping down, golden dragon energy piercing through the pale white energy, pressing directly on Yelü Hong.

The moment their palms clashed, the entire inn seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt.

Qiao Feng pressed down with his left palm and slashed diagonally with his right, the Dragon Subduing Palm technique beginning to take shape. The palm wind was wrapped with a faint dragon's roar, heading straight for Yelü Hong's face.

Yelü Hong focused his mind to respond, and the energy from his Cangming Palm strike was as black as ink. When the two forces collided, the wooden pillar in the center of the inn immediately cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, before the wood chips could even fall to the ground.

The second blow followed immediately, and the entire beam snapped in two, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

The people in the inn had left long ago, at the very beginning of the war.

Several daring eagle guards tried to step forward to help, but as soon as they got close, they were struck by a palm strike, sent flying backward and crashing into the wall, losing consciousness.

The two exchanged blows, and as the wind from their palms howled, beams and pillars snapped one after another.

The roof beams creaked and groaned, and after a moment they could no longer support the roof. Most of the roof collapsed, and tiles and rubble fell like rain, but not a single piece could touch the two people within half a foot of each other.

As night deepened, two intersecting figures were reflected amidst the mess on the ground.

Qiao Feng stood tall and straight, and every move he made was powerful and unparalleled. Wherever his palms swept, the air seemed to scorch.

Yelü Hong was slightly shorter, but his footwork was steady. His Cangming Palm strikes were ruthless, with the crisp sound of fists colliding and the booming sound of energy bursting out.

The two fought relentlessly, each move a deadly strike, and in the blink of an eye they had exchanged about a hundred blows.

Yelü Hong felt a growing tightness in his chest, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. With each palm strike, he felt his true energy dissipate like flowing water.

The Azure Dark Palm technique is all about breaking through enemy defenses with a single strike, and it consumes the most true energy, requiring a strong internal force to support it.

He considered that he had been immersed in this palm technique for more than 20 years, and his internal strength was far superior to that of ordinary masters. Moreover, he was not old and frail. In terms of skill level, he should be above the young man in front of him. How could he feel that he was running out of energy after only a hundred moves?
In contrast, Qiao Feng became more and more courageous in battle.

His internal strength was as long and continuous as the Yangtze River. His Dragon Subduing Palm technique was one move after another, and his external skills were so solid that they were impeccable. Every time his palm struck, Yelü Hong's arm went numb and his blood and qi surged.

In this situation, he was the first to run out of strength, while his opponent's palm strikes became increasingly fierce, gradually gaining the upper hand.

"This doesn't make sense!"

Yelü Hong stared at the young man in front of him in shock, his mind filled with doubt, but he had no time to think.

Under Qiao Feng's palm strikes, every move forced him into a perilous situation.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Qiao Feng seized the moment when Yelü Hong was catching his breath, and with a powerful strike of his right palm, he hit Yelü Hong squarely on the shoulder.

Yelü Hong screamed in agony as his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood and his breathing becoming chaotic.

"Why... is your energy so long-lasting!"

Yelü Hong spoke, his voice filled with resentment and disbelief, as he supported himself on the ground.

Qiao Feng didn't answer at all, his face showing no superfluous expression, giving Yelü Hong no chance to catch his breath.

He pressed forward relentlessly, his palm gleaming with a faint golden light. Several eagle guards who tried to stop him were easily swatted away by him with a wave of his hand, some suffering broken bones and unconsciousness, others dying on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Qiao Feng was in front of Yelü Hong. He raised his hand and condensed his palm, the energy in his palm surging. It looked like he was about to strike again and end Yelü Hong's life.

"Wait a minute!"

But you say "wait and see" and that's it? Words couldn't stop Qiao Feng, who was already bloodthirsty.

His palm strike continued, still aimed at Yelü Hong.

A black iron token shot out with lightning speed, striking Qiao Feng's palm squarely.

The token contained immense power, and what struck Qiao Feng even more was that the true energy emanating from it felt very familiar.

With his palm strike blocked, Qiao Feng withdrew his hand and looked up at the alleyway beside the road.

A figure in a black brocade robe rushed in. He was tall and imposing, with a deep and unfathomable aura. His face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only his eyes. In a flash, he arrived at the center of the inn's ruins. With a wave of his hand, the black iron token landed steadily in his hand.

The token is engraved with a powerful and vigorous character "南" (Nan).

Head of the South Campus.

Yelü Hong's pupils contracted, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Of the four secret guards of the Ordo, only the head of the Southern Guard is rarely seen within the territory of the Liao Dynasty. His whereabouts are shrouded in mystery, and only the Liao Emperor knows his location.

The rest of the people, even the heads of the other three academies, had never seen his true face.

Although he had never seen it before, he recognized the Southern Court token. It was a gift from the Liao Emperor and was definitely not a forgery.

Yelü Hong was overjoyed and immediately struggled to speak: "The academy master has come at the right time! Let's take down this man together! He is the leader of the Beggars' Sect, and his position is already quite high. If we join forces to take down that madman who attacked the city tomorrow, it will be a great achievement!"

The man in black slowly waved his hand, remaining motionless, clearly having no intention of joining forces, his eyes fixed on Qiao Feng the entire time.

Strangely, Qiao Feng also stopped fighting, his murderous aura slightly subsided, and he stared intently at the man in black, his tone icy: "Are you a Khitan?"

The man in black paused slightly, then replied calmly, "That's right."

Qiao Feng snorted coldly, his palm crackling with energy, his eyes filled with disdain: "So that's the Shaolin martial arts you stole?"

He grew up in Shaolin and was extremely familiar with Shaolin martial arts. The true energy transmitted from the token just now was clearly the Shaolin internal energy style. How could a Khitan person possess Shaolin true energy?

The man in black chuckled, his tone laced with arrogance: "Calling it stealing is fine. But in the world of martial arts, there's only the distinction between knowing and not knowing. Even if the Yi Jin Jing were right in front of you, very few people could truly learn it, so it can't be considered stealing."

"If you admit it, then you've stolen the knowledge!"

Qiao Feng was upright and straightforward, and did not want to engage in further verbal exchanges with him.

Now that he was certain the other party was not from Shaolin, he had no more reservations. He raised his hand and struck out with a palm, which was the Shaolin Vajra Palm. The palm force was fierce and heavy, heading straight for the face of the man in black.

The man in black was not to be outdone. He swayed and raised his hand to meet the attack. His palm technique was exactly the same as Qiao Feng's, also known as the Vajra Palm.

The two palms collided, and the force exploded, shattering all the blue bricks on the ground and causing another section of the surrounding ruins to collapse.

Qiao Feng was shocked, and his anger intensified.

His opponent's Vajra Palm technique was even more refined than his own, clearly the result of years of dedicated practice.

The more he fought, the angrier he became, his aura grew increasingly violent, and his eyes turned crimson, indicating that he was about to enter a state of rage.

The Dragon Subduing Palm Technique and the Vajra Palm Technique were used alternately, the palm wind became more and more fierce, the force became more and more terrifying, and the surrounding air waves seemed to be ignited, scorching and suffocating.

As the area of ​​their fight grew larger, nothing could withstand the force of their palm strikes. The Eagle Guards who had remained nearby retreated to a hundred meters away, not daring to even breathe.

Jingzhe stood behind the crowd and gave Qingming and Lidong a look.

The two men, who had been looking worried, immediately understood each other and turned their gazes to the rooftop a hundred meters away.

On the rooftop sat a blurry figure, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his aura restrained, as if he had blended into the night.

Seeing the three looking over, the figure raised a hand and gently pressed down, signaling them to just watch the show and not to worry.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief and immediately relaxed, standing aside with their eyes fixed on the fight in the arena.

The two fighters were now locked in a fierce battle, their palm strikes growing more powerful with each blow, the booming sound of their colliding energies causing eardrums to ache.

Yelü Hong sat on the ground, observing the situation on the field. His strength had recovered somewhat, and his eyes suddenly lit up. He thought to himself, "What a good opportunity!"

At this moment, Qiao Feng's back was facing him, and his mind was completely focused on the man in black, so he was completely unprepared.

Yelü Hong gritted his teeth, secretly took out the bone-piercing nail from his waist, and gathered the remaining true energy at his fingertips. With a "whoosh," the hidden weapon went straight for Qiao Feng's back, as fast as lightning, aiming directly at his vital point.

Just as the hidden weapon was about to touch Qiao Feng's clothes, the man in black caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye, casually unleashed a burst of true energy, which swept across like a sharp blade. With a "clang," the bone-piercing nail was deflected and heavily embedded in a broken pillar beside him, penetrating an inch deep.

Yelü Hong was stunned, his face full of disbelief, and then he said urgently, "Master, what are you doing? Let's join forces and quickly capture this person. This would be a great achievement!"

The man in black didn't turn his head, his tone icy and chilling, uttering only three words: "Get lost! My affairs are none of your business!"

Yelü Hong was so angry that he trembled all over, his face turning pale and then red, but he dared not refute him.

The two were of equal status, but he was injured and was no match for his opponent.

The two exchanged a few more blows. The man in black's palm techniques became increasingly agile. Sometimes he used the Vajra Palm, and sometimes he switched to the Flower-Picking Finger and the Leaf-Picking Finger. He could use all seventy-two Shaolin skills with ease. Every move was extremely skillful and he was in no way inferior to the Shaolin monks.

Qiao Feng's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He had used all his strength in his palm strikes, but he still couldn't suppress his opponent. He roared, "You scoundrel! You scoundrel! You're really not from Shaolin? You've stolen all seventy-two Shaolin arts! You deserve to die!"

He had trained at Shaolin Temple since childhood and knew how difficult it was to master the Seventy-Two Arts. Even among Shaolin disciples, mastering one or two of them was already considered a genius. How could he not be furious that this man in black could use them all so skillfully?

The man in black was also angered by his scolding. He snorted coldly and suddenly increased the force of his palm strike, forcing Qiao Feng to take two steps back.

He quickly retreated, creating some distance, and retorted, "Heh heh, if I am a thief, then you are a thief's grandson!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng was stunned.

He stared intently at the man in black, pondering the meaning behind it.

The man in black looked at his bewildered expression, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but he swallowed them back.

He raised his hand and slowly removed the black veil covering his face, revealing a weathered face. His features bore a striking resemblance to Qiao Feng's, though the wrinkles around his eyes made him appear decades older.

"Who...who are you?"

Qiao Feng was shocked, and involuntarily took a step back. His eyes were filled with shock, and his heart was pounding wildly.

He looked at the other person's eyebrows and eyes, which were almost identical to his own. How could he not understand the meaning of what the other person had just said?

Yelü Hong was also stunned. He stared at Xiao Yuanshan's face, his eyes filled with disbelief: "You...you are Xiao Yuanshan?"

Xiao Yuanshan was a member of the Xiao clan, a branch of the Khitan royal family, and many years ago he was the chief instructor of the Liao Dynasty's personal guard.

He was very famous throughout the entire Liao army.

"die?"

Xiao Yuanshan sneered, his tone filled with grief and hatred, "Back then at Yanmen Pass, Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect joined forces to ambush and slaughter my Khitan people. I, Xiao Yuanshan, was lucky to survive."

"But my wife and my clansmen were all brutally murdered at the hands of those self-proclaimed righteous people, and my child was adopted by Shaolin monks. How can I die? I want revenge, I want all those who harmed my clansmen to pay for their crimes in blood!"

Qiao Feng trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, and stood there stunned. (End of Chapter)