The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Inside the Hall of Righteousness, all was silent.

Only two heavy breathing sounds could be clearly heard.

Chen Qianyang was lying on the ground, spitting blood, clearly seriously injured.

His longsword was also broken in two, the blade soaked in blood.

Gui Xinshu fared no better. He forcibly withdrew his fist and turned it into a palm, then used his empty palm to block the sword. His palm was already cut by the blade.

The backlash from forcibly stopping his move made him feel like his internal organs were boiling.

flutter......

He spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly indicating that he had suffered serious internal injuries.

Compared to physical pain, reality is far more cruel.

Three punches have been thrown; I've already lost...

He, Gui Xinshu, who was "invincible with divine fists," was actually defeated by a junior who was suffering from internal injuries.

He used a life-for-life method to force a backlash of true energy, and even suffered serious injuries himself!

What a humiliation this is!

Fei Bin, standing nearby, was the first to react: "Master Gui, I saw it clearly. Those three punches weren't from the Huashan sword style. They were extremely strange, probably the sorcery of the Demonic Sect. Those sorcerers of the Demonic Sect deserve to be killed by everyone!"

Fei Bin was also extremely shocked at this moment. He had never expected that this little Huashan disciple could actually block Gui Xinshu's iron fist.

This kid's talent, martial arts skills, and intelligence have already exceeded my control; the best course of action now is to kill him.

"Yes, this is not the Huashan sword technique, this is... the demonic magic of the Demonic Sect!" Gui Xinshu seemed to have found a lifeline. His face, which had been distorted by humiliation and serious injury, instantly became extremely ferocious.

"You brat, you really did collude with the demonic sect! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven to uphold justice! This so-called man in black is nothing but a fabrication."

The defeat had made him lose his mind, and he ignored the bet they had just made.

With a loud shout, he was about to unleash his inner strength again and deliver a fourth punch.

Once this punch is thrown, Chen Qianyang, who has already lost the ability to resist, will inevitably be unable to withstand it.

"Damn it, this old dog has no sportsmanship!" Chen Qianyang thought anxiously.

With all his might, he picked up the broken iron sword and faced the deadly fist.

But his injuries were already extremely severe.

His whole body was burning with pain; he knew he really couldn't stop this time.

"Shameless!!"

"Gui Xinshu! How dare you!!"

Ning Zhongze and Linghu Chong's eyes widened in fury, and the two lunged forward in an attempt to intercept him.

But Gui Xingshu's fist was already upon him; it was clearly too late.

At this critical moment.

That's enough.

A calm voice rang in Chen Qianyang's ears.

A purple figure had silently appeared in front of him without him even noticing.

It was Yue Buqun, holding the white jade folding fan, facing Gui Xinshu's punch.

He simply extended his right hand, raising his index and middle fingers.

A glimpse of purple aura flashed and disappeared from within the sleeves of the robe.

His jade-like finger lightly touched Gui Xinshui's fist.

There was no earth-shattering noise.

There was no strong wind that caused the energy to explode.

Gui Xinshu's fierce and incomparable fist vanished without a trace the moment it touched Yue Buqun's finger.

"you……"

Gui Xinshu was horrified! He felt a dense and pure internal force coming from the opponent's fingertips, instantly neutralizing his punch.

"This is... Purple... Purple Cloud Divine Skill!"

He tried to pull his fist away, but found that his fist was unable to move for a moment.

Yue Buqun's face remained gentle and refined, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth.

"Junior Brother Gui, speaking of which, you are also a well-known figure in the martial arts world."

Yue Buqun's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Since three punches have been thrown, a loss is a loss. Why make things difficult for a junior? Such behavior is truly shameful."

"Also, your Hunyuan Gong..." Yue Buqun shook his head: "It's still a bit lacking in refinement."

The moment he finished speaking, he gently released his two fingers that were pressed together.

"puff--!!"

A powerful and unstoppable purple aura suddenly erupted!

Gui Xinshu was terrified as the pure purple qi surged into his meridians with overwhelming force.

His prized "Hun Yuan Gong" was utterly powerless against it!

Gui Xinshu staggered back several steps, his face growing increasingly pale. He pointed at Yue Buqun, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Fine, fine, fine, you Yue Buqun!"

In fact, Yue Buqun and Gui Xinshu are roughly equal in strength.

However, Gui Xingshu had already suffered internal injuries, and his angry punch just now was full of flaws.

Just then, Yue Buqun seized the opportunity and defeated the enemy with two fingers.

But to outsiders, Gui Xingshu was easily stopped by Yue Buqun.

The difference in martial arts skills is quite significant.

Fei Bin took two steps back, his face growing increasingly grim.

This Yue Buqun is truly a cunning old fox, but his Zixia Divine Skill seems to be much stronger than expected.

His mind raced, and he realized there was no chance left.

Yuan Chengzhi, who was standing to the side, helped Gui Xinshu up, his face full of hesitation.

This Huashan sect leader's meticulous planning before acting is truly terrifying.

Yue Buqun slowly withdrew his fingers and stood with his hands behind his back.

The purple robe fluttered gently in the breeze inside the hall, exuding the aura of a master who held the reins of power.

He slowly turned to Fei Bin.

"Junior Brother Fei."

Fei Bin jumped in surprise and hurriedly said, "Master Yue, Master Yue."

"What happened today is an internal matter of Mount Hua," Yue Buqun said indifferently. "But since Junior Brother Fei is a guest from afar, I will naturally give face to Alliance Leader Zuo."

"But since the three-punch agreement was made by Junior Brother Gui, and the three punches have passed according to the agreement, Junior Brother Gui has lost. Everyone can see that clearly. However, he broke his promise and attacked my disciple..."

Yue Buqun's gaze swept over Chen Qianyang on the ground, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"As the leader of the Huashan Sect, if I don't take action now, won't the heroes of the world laugh at Huashan for having no one to rely on?"

He walked step by step toward Fei Bin.

"Please, gentlemen."

Fei Bin was swept over by his gaze, and he didn't dare to say a single word of dissent.

He casually cupped his hands in greeting, then, together with Yuan Chengzhi, hoisted up the pale-faced Gui Xinshu and fled Zhengqi Hall in a disheveled state.

Chen Qianyang leaned against the broken sword, looking at Yue Buqun's imposing figure, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Yue, you really nailed that act, I give you full marks.

He's certainly cunning and calculating.

All that forbearance before was for the final blow.

He even used me.

Having lost face so badly, Gui Xingshu could no longer mention revenge.

He also warned Zuo Lengchan without completely breaking off relations.

What a brilliant plan! If the timing hadn't been unfavorable, Chen Qianyang would have applauded Yue Buqun.

Yue Buqun slowly turned around, and the oppressive aura in the hall instantly dissipated.

He has regained his gentle and refined "gentleman's sword".

He glanced at the mess in the room, and finally his gaze fell on Chen Qianyang, who was covered in blood.

His eyes held an extremely complex mix of emotions.

There was admiration, there was apprehension, and there was satisfaction.

There was also a hint of murderous intent.

After a long while, it turned into a long sigh.

"Someone come here."

"Send Qianyang back to his room and let him heal his wounds properly."